LIVE AGAIN: My Divorce Lawyer's Love

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Jordan

"I can't believe this, Justin. I need to talk to Billy. I need to get exactly what the fuck is going on," I said, dragging my half-dead body off the bed. The words and evidence I just saw became a still image in my head. Something got to be wrong here, that document's certainly fake.

"Where are you going?" Justin, my friend yelled, but I didn’t answer. I grabbed my car keys. What? No! My head is buzzing, my own brother is the reason I've been bedridden for the past three fucking years?

"Jordan, you are not doing great at the moment, get out of the car, we will sort it in the morning. You want to shorten the fucking time you have left?"  Justin blurted holding the steering wheel to prevent me from driving out.

"Pfft!" I scoffed, "Dude, I'm still gonna die right? Whether now or 12 months time as the doctor said, but I want to see my brother to understand why the hell that shit brown paper says he's fed me organ damaging drugs instead of simple migraine drugs... Do you get me Justin? I can't sleep through this night with this Information in my head, I need to know, I need to fucking know" my voice broke, I clenched the steering hard as a dry cough left my lungs, I tried to hold out as usual as the cough still comes.

My eyes were stinging with tears coming out because of the cough. I hit my chest a few more times as Justin rubbed my back. "See? It's cold outside and the doctor said...."

"Get me water please," I choked out the moment I was able to breathe again. 

"Right!" Justin turned immediately, and disappeared into the house again.

I started the car and immediately turned into the driveway.

I shouldn’t have been driving. My stomach was screaming, pain ripping through my side, my limbs trembling. I remember clearly three years ago, I had requested for a medication that could cure my migraine and Billy said he had a recommendation, I was given that white medicine two times daily, even the migraine seemed to relieve me whenever I took them, it didn't really go away, so I've consistently consumed it till I was told my organs were failing.

What? He did that to get everything I own? They belonged to both of us in the first place even though I worked my ass off to be at this point in business.

I couldn't see the road clearly but I didn’t care.

I drove straight to the office. I knew Billy would be there. It was just after 7PM.

The building was quiet. The top floor is even quieter.

But when I walked to his office door, I froze.

"Fuck... God... more!" Ashley’s voice. Loud. Breathless. I knew that voice.

I stood frozen.

My wife and my brother?

At that moment, I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t.

I burst through the door, chest heaving.

Ashley was bent over the desk. The desk I used to own. Her face twisted in shock. Her legs were shaking.

Billy behind her. Shoving into her like a fucking dog in heat.

They both stilled.

Ashley gasped, "Honey?"

Billy didn’t flinch. Didn’t look surprised. He pulled out, zipped his pants, fixed his collar.

"Why would you barge into my office, brother?" he hissed, tone flat, like I was the problem here.

Ashley stumbled away, grabbing her bra, fumbling with her skirt.

I stared at them. No words, I couldn't...I couldn't make out any actually, because how do I believe my wife's cheating on me with my brother? Same brother that I hold evidence against him in my hand.

I threw the brown envelope onto the desk.

"This is my fucking office. My company. My sweat. I can walk in however I want. But what the fuck is this?" I growled, my voice shaky but clear.

Billy opened the envelope. Flipped through the papers like it was morning mail.

Ashley leaned over. Her mouth dropped open.

They both looked up.

Billy’s voice was cold. "What are you gonna do about it? You’re dying anyway, so what’s the fucking point? Just stay quiet and die quietly, like you should."

My gut twisted. I doubled over slightly, a sharp pain ripping through me.

A cough forced its way up. Then another. I tried to swallow it down but it was no use.

I covered my mouth.

When I pulled my hand away—red. Bright. Wet.

Blood.

I coughed again. My knees buckled.

Billy leaned down, smirking. "See? Just a few months left. Spend it with your son, if you can. Let him remember your face before you rot. Then check out quietly, little brother."

My heart cracked. Not just from the betrayal alone, from everything.

"Hahaha," I laughed bitterly, coughing. "I can't believe the only people I lived my whole fucking life for could betray me like this. My wife. My fucking brother."

Tears stung, and I didn’t hide them... I couldn't—it was too much to hold back.

"I wrote everything in my Will to favor you both after I die. Everything. Without knowing you were the ones killing me. What the fuck did I ever do to deserve this?"

Billy shrugged. "Exactly. You gave us everything. That was the point. I didn’t do all this to have nothing left to gain. I’ll raise your little boy like mine. You think I enjoyed licking your ass all these years? Being the less successful brother? Fuck no."

"You wanted your big brother to work under you like a dog?" He snorted.

I took a deep breath. My body was giving out but my voice still held.

"I’ll tell my lawyer to change the Will. You get nothing. Not a damn thing. I’m taking back every fucking thing I gave you. Even that president seat."

Billy’s smile dropped.

A second later, I felt a loud crashing sound from behind me, a sharp pain pierced through my head... I felt my body weakened like a rock was pressed on me, my knees fell to the ground, my body hitting the cold floor of the office. I managed to raise my hand to feel the back of my head where the excruciating pain was coming from, it felt wet. My hands come back to my face soaked.

Blood. I was hit with something, I saw the shards of the flower vase that has always been in this office since the day I became a CEO.

"Babe! I... I killed him... Wh-what am I gonna do?" Ashley’s voice cracks behind me, shaking and broken.