Chapter 004

Tears brimmed in my eyes. I could never have thought Damien could hurt me to this extent.  

I was the one who was supposed to be under Damien like this—I was his wife. 

But I was never Damien’s priority. And the fact that he does it with her on our matrimonial bed, shows he never had even a fraction of feelings for me. 

I couldn’t help but feel the wave of sadness overwhelming my soul. 

Damien had done his worst. Since he had been shaming me and bringing Jane to our home to do a lot together under my nose, I’ve never seen him have s*x with her. 

And today, he broke something completely inside of me. He left my heart and soul shattered—the excruciating pain consuming my whole being. 

Then seconds later, it dawned on me. I meant absolutely nothing to Damien. 

He doesn't even consider me a human to think of a woman in his life. 

Then I realized, it was best for me to pick up my pieces now. 

And for some moment, I felt ease settled in my chest instead of those hard feelings I had earlier. 

Indeed, it was time to leave, time to give up on this marriage that would never work out. 

The easiness in my chest deepened as if my heart was telling me, it was okay—let’s stop here. 

With that, I called a woman I used to know. 

She was my father’s business lawyer. She responded immediately. I asked if I could come over and she agreed—But I must meet her at her office since she hasn’t gone home. 

To me, that was perfect. 

Without batting an eye, no tears still dripping, I jumped into my car and drove off. 

A few minutes later, I arrived at Mrs. Ivy’s office.

She knew me since I was little and of course, it didn’t take much time for me to feel comfortable around her. 

She had been a very nice person. 

“Hazel, you don’t look happy. What’s wrong?” She muttered, her voice soft. 

“I want to divorce my husband Mrs Ivy. Please help me out.” I said and her two brows raised. 

“You’re married to the most amazing, successful, and most handsome businessman in California. Why do you want to leave him?” She muttered and I scoffed. 

“He could be amazing and all those things you mentioned, but he didn’t pass as a husband. He’s a cheat, not only that, he brings her home and does it with her on our bed while I watch,” I muttered, now trying to hold back tears that I had successfully held several minutes back. 

Saying it out was more painful I guess. 

Cleaning my eyes, I raised my head to see Mrs. Ivy’s mouth opened wide agape and her brows raised. 

“You don’t mean that Hazel. That’s wickedness. How could he do that to a woman?” She muttered, her voice disappointed and pained. 

“Yes. That's why I need to give him those papers tonight and take my leave forever.”  I muttered and she breathed deeply. 

“What about his grandpa who took you in when you were still very young and then arranged your marriage to his most eligible son as he thought? How would he feel about this?” She said, her voice soft. 

“All that was part of the reason why I accepted everything Damien threw at me back then. I couldn’t afford to hurt Grandpa Walton’s feelings, that was why I couldn't leave..” I said and she nodded, her eyes calm, giving me listening ears. 

“Grandpa was everything to me. With him around, I could cope with the marriage. But now, Grandpa died, and while I’m still grieving over his demise, my husband only cared about his mistress, showing me how I'm absolutely nothing in his life.” I kept pouring, while Mrs. Ivy had on a delicate look on her face for me. 

When I felt I had poured enough, I realized something, then looked up at her. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. If not I would’ve told you about Grandpa’s demise. Not everyone in the country knew about it since Damien didn’t allow it to be published. I’m sorry about that Mrs Ivy.” 

“It’s okay Hazel. Since they want it private, you did the right thing. What if it caused you problems if I had come?” She muttered and I nodded softly. 

“It’s okay Hazel, if Damien is treating you that way, then you have no choice but to let him go.” She muttered and stood up, not without a disappointed expression on her face. 

She began typing on her laptop. After, she printed it out and went outside with the papers.  

A few minutes later, the door pushed open again and she appeared with an envelope in her hand. 

“It’s ready Hazel. Give him this and leave. If you have nowhere to go, you can come stay with us for the time being.” She muttered and my lips tilted up into an appreciative smile. 

She was the kindest woman I’ve ever met. 

“Thank you so much Mrs Ivy, I appreciate all you’ve ever done for my family and I.”

When my Dad and Mum died years back, his brother—my uncle, burnt down Dad’s company, because they told him it was meant for me and the law wouldn't release it to him. 

Next was supposed to be our house and other properties my father had, but Mrs Ivy stepped in fully, dragged my uncle to court, and made sure he paid dearly for the crimes he committed. 

That was how our house and some other properties weren’t burnt down and still there till today. 

“You’re welcome, Hazel. Don’t forget about the offer. You are always welcome to my home.” She muttered, I gave her a brief smile and stood up to go. 

Then her voice came up again. “I hope he signs this easily, if he doesn’t then it might drag a bit. You both will have to meet in court.”

I smiled. “Don’t worry, it wouldn’t drag at all. Damien that I know wouldn’t hesitate to sign these papers. He hates me.” I muttered and she nodded. 

With that, I got into my car and drove back to the estate. 

A place I would soon be gone forever. 

A place I had called home for good five years of my life, even though it was filled with nothing but pain and misery. 

Mrs Ivy’s office wasn’t far, hence I arrived in just a few minutes. 

When I got home, I stared down at the envelope in my hand.

Once I gave this to Damien, everything would be over. 

I began walking slowly, taking the steps to our room, a room that would soon be meant for him and Jane alone. 

I stared at the doorknob. I wondered why it was locked now. The last time I came here, it was wide open with Damien bouncing on top of Jane. 

And now, it was locked, slowly, I held the doorknob and pushed it open. 

But then, there was no Damien or Jane anymore. 

I left for the guest room, but they were not there either. To the kitchen—no one was found. 

How was I supposed to give this to Damien now and get out of his life? 

With the way I was feeling, I didn’t want to spend more minutes in this house. 

So much disgust already filled my stomach. 

I wasn’t settled, till my phone started ringing. 

I looked at the screen and it was Damien.