Chapter 7 Realization

Ava Pov

I have no idea how I got back to the law office.  I feel so disconnected and numb.  I hear my name being called from the other room.  I walked back to Mr. Watson's office and put our lunch bag down on his desk.  I pulled out his sandwich order and, in a soft unstead voice, said, "yes, Mr. Watson."

Mr. Watson says, "ah, Ava, there you are."  " I looked into these documents that you gave me earlier."  "Well, it turns out, the marriage license certificate between you and Samuel does not exist."  " The lab report is correct, the document that is fake is the marriage license certificate."  "I am so sorry Ava."  "Is there anything more I can help you with?"  Mr. Watson says with a very sorrowful look upon his face.  I said with a very sad expression on my face, "Thank you for looking into this, Mr. Waston."

As I walked back to my desk from the meeting I just had with Mr. Watson.  I pulled out the bag that has my sandwich order in it.  I take out the sandwich and mindlessly eat it.  There is a bitter taste in my mouth as I chew on the sandwich.  I feel as though my world is falling apart.

I left a loving family and friends for, Samuel.  For four years, I pretended to have nothing and to be nothing for him.  Samuel, thinks I have no family, basically, an orphan.  I left my high society, social status behind.  I devoted every moment of my life to a dream that would be left unfulfilled.

As I am finishing up my duties at the law office.  I sigh, at least tonight I do not work my second job.  Instead of riding the subway, like I always to, I took a taxicab home.  As I am in the taxicab, my mind wonders, to a dream that Samuel took from us.  What his manipulations, betrayal, and lies have cost us.

When I arrived home, can I call this run-down one bedroom apartment home anymore?  It is a place of betrayal and full of lies.

Then I think back to the time when I first meant Samuel, in that coffee shop so long ago.  He never did say what he does for a living.  Samuel never explained to me.  He just grinned and said, "construction."  I sat down on our wore out leather couch and pulled out my phone, and I searched the internet for his name, Samuel Wizton.

As the internet buzzed, with articles after articles about Samuel.  A billionaire, CEO of Wizton Corp.  Picures of him at galas, dressed in fine expensive, tailored suits.  Samuel, attending auctions, spending millions upon millions of dollars.  Samuel seen at private nightclubs.  Samuel buying muti-million dollar cars, yachts.  His latest purchase is a villa on the coast of California.  

Samuel is living a double life.  Why?  Why keep me a secret?  As I kept reading, my heart was breaking, and now it has shattered into a million pieces.

Then the realization dawned on me.  Samuel was never going to tell me who he really was.  I was just a plaything to him.  I am the woman he would never bring home to his family or his friends.  I have no value to his world.  This is a sick awareness that the man I loved could treat me so cruelly.  I will never allow, Samuel or any other man to deceive me ever again.  I am done!

Samuel Pov

As I slowly pull away from Oliva, I have a slight grin on my face and sparkles in my eyes.  Then I think back a moment ago, did I see Ava out of the corner of my eye?  When I glanced to the window that faces the street, it was empty.  It must have been my imagination running wild.  As I gazed into Oliva's eyes, I was thinking how refreshing and energize I feel.  Maybe this is a good thing.

Our waiter brought our beef wellington, which was served with roasted asparagus, and arugula salad.  The meal smells divine.  As we were finishing our delicious meal.  I was watching Oliva from the corner of my eyes.  I am beaming with joy at how elegant Oliva holds herself.  In a deep, intimate voice, "I really had an amazing time with you Oliva."  "I would like to see you again?"  Then Oliva gives me a very seductive smile.  Then Oliva says, in a low sexy voice, "That sounds great, let's plan it."