His Poor Heiress

“We are done,” he says with force, slamming the papers in his hand on the dinner table, his expression mad. “I can’t continue to be married to a liability like you,” Devon sneers, looking at his wife like she is some cheap commodity he purchased from the market and have just realised its inferior quality.

Kathleen stares at the man she has been married to for five years in shock. This came out of nowhere. To the best of her knowledge they have been doing fine. Where is this coming from?

“What are you saying, Devon?” She asks, her voice a soft whisper, hiding her pain and disbelief.

Devon stares into his wife’s grey eyes filled with pain and confusion like it is nothing, his hard expression unaffected by the ache he could see in their depth.

Face twisting with harshness, and disgust, he snarls. “I am divorcing you. I am tired of this charade we call marriage. All you do is take and take. Do you know what my mother refers to you as?” Devon’s eyes gleams with sly humor as he speaks, staring directly into Kathleen’s face as he waits for her response.

Kathleen’s expression shifts slightly to indicate curiosity, which Devon was quick to supply.

“A parasite. Mother says that you are a badluck, I shouldn’t have tangled myself with, and I agree with her.”

Kathleen flinches at Devon’s words, but he continues, uncaring of the feelings of the woman he has been married to. “My first love, Lily is back in town and we are looking to rekindle what we have. I have always loved Lily, and only married you because she went abroad.”

Kathleen eyes flutters close at Devon’s hurtful words. The words a dagger to her soul. She knows about Lily. Devon told her about the woman he loved, but who broke his heart when she choose her career over him.

He had vowed to Kathleen that he was over her before they got married, but looks like his words has been all lies.

“Are you sure?”

Devon looks at her like she is pitiful. “Yes, I am sure,” he says firmly, his expression bold.

“And if I say I am rich?”

Devon throws back his head and laughs,. Like Kathleen just said the funniest thing on earth. Kathleen bears his jeering laughter with an expressionless face, neither offended nor happy. She waits patiently for him to finish before preceding.

“You didn’t answer me,” she says seriously. Despite how embarrassing it is for her to plead with a man who no longer loves her to keep their marriage, Kathleen is willing to do anything to keep the man she loves, including revealing a secret she has hidden from him.

Kathleen, a daughter of a billionaire, tired of being treated favourablely and untruthful by people because of her family decided to change her identity. Portraying herself as someone of poor means, an orphan with no one to depend on.

This is how she met Devon. He fell in love with her beauty and courted her. Seeing Kathleen as someone obedient, submissive and with morals, Devon decides she would make a good wife to him.

Kathleen, amazed at Devon for loving her despite her poor background, fell hills in love with Devon, and gave him her trust and loyalty.

For years, she tolerated everything Devon did because she owed him. She believed he saw her when no one did, and as such must truly love her.

She easily forgave him anything he does, even when he cheated on her with a co-worker. She always told herself, he loves me, and always comes back to me so she endured.

And now Devon blindsides her with this.

Not taking Kathleen seriously, Devon callously dismisses her claim. “I don’t care if you are the president’s daughter! I am no longer interested,” he yells, pushing the documents in his hand toward Kathleen. “Please sign this, so we can go our different ways. I am tired of carrying you.”

Kathleen brings the divorce papers closer, her eyes wet with tears. It hurts that the man she believed to be the real deal turns out to be a flake just like every man she has ever loved.

She looks up at Devon, her heart flinching at his hardened expression. No speck of warmth glimpsed back at her. He stared at her like she is a stranger, and not the woman he has shared his bed with for years.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this?”

Devon scoffs. Feeling insulted by the question. “Why would I regret divorcing a woman who has nothing, and is a nobody,” Devon sneers, his nose turned up at the woman before him.

Keeping her expression bland, Kathleen nods, accepting his words, before bending to pen down her signature on the white document, signaling the end of her five year marriage.

Devon, impatient to get things on the road, snatches the paper from underneath’s Kathleen’s pen, even before the ink is dry. “I want you out of the house,” he says, tucking the paper into his brief case.

Shocked, Kathleen eyes flies to the wall clock. It read twelve midnight. Her shocked eyes returns to Devon. “Now!” She demands, her brow raised.

Unperturbed by the alarm in his ex-wife’s tone, Devon nods his head, not dignifying her with a look. “We are done, and as such have no need for you here,” he says callously.

Kathleen accepts his ultimatum graciously and gets to her feet. Not saying a word, she takes out a phone, that raises Devon’s brow when he sees it. She calls a number on the phone, and when the familiar voice came on, she says.

“Can you come and pick me? I am done.”

After the call that barely lasted a second, Kathleen ends the call to find Devon staring at her coldly. “Whose phone is that?” He demands.

Kathleen looks down at the Iphone in her hand, and back at Devon. “Mine,” she replies simply, denying him an explanation.

Irritated, Devon’s eyes flashes at the brunette. “How did you get that? Did you steal it?”

Kathleen though hurt by his question, doesn’t react, merely says. “It is none of your business” and turns to leave, but Devon reaches out to stop her.

Kathleen turns and looks down on the hand gripping her wrist strongly, and looks back at Devon, one brow raised.

Blinking severally, Devon takes his hand off her, but demands the brunette explain herself, which she replies in a level tone. “You are no longer my husband so I owe you no explanation.”

Vibrating with fury, but knowing the brunette’s words to be true, Devon lets her go. Kathleen moves to the living room to wait for the person she called, while Devon went upstairs to their bedroom to change out of his work clothes, and to inform his mistress that the did is done.

On his way back to the living room, as he causally strolled down the stairs, phone attached to his ear, his lips stretched with smiles, Devon spies a slick black tinted landrover in front of his house, and Kathleen going out to meet whoever it is.

Curious as he has never seen someone of such calibre interact with his wife, he hurries down the stairs and out the door before he realised what he is doing.

Kathleen smiles as the tall, dark and handsome gentleman in a dress slack and t-shirt came down from the car. The meeting her eyes, his stern expression softens, though still lacking a smile. He opens his arms for the brunette, and she quickly goes into it.

Kathleen sniffs as she rest her head against her brother’s broad chest. It is been ages since they have interacted with each other, and she missed him dreadful.

Joe holds his sister in silence, allowing her take the comfort she clearly needs, until they were rudely interrupted by a furious and Jealous Devon.

“Who the fuck is this?” Devon screams, his brow furrowed in anger.