Thankfully, I didn’t have high expectations from them anyways and so I wasn’t really disappointed. Avoiding their gazes, I sat down on the sofa while I waited for Lawrence to arrive. “So? What really happened?” my mother asked. “I don’t know either, mum. Our lawyer is on the way. You remember Lawrence, right? He’ll be here in less than half an hour. So please, save whatever questions that you may have for him…” I said emotionlessly. I felt cold and lost inside. If I could choose, I would choose to simply disintegrate and disappear from here. Their questions made me feel sick. Their lack of sympathy or feelings made me feel disgusted. It was obvious that all they were worried about was how much money I would walk away with from George’s death. …Lawrence was true to his word and arrived before the half hour mark. After politely reintroducing himself to my parents, he got down to business immediately. For his line of work, I knew that time was money. George paid Lawrence a lot and t
My mother continued to yell nonsense at Lawrence as she refuses to accept what he had just said. All the while, my father was silent, and he seemed to be deep in thought. I was grateful that he didn’t say anything to make the situation worst for me. There was no way that I could pay back 700 million dollars of debt. I mean, I didn’t even have a job. I was just a housewife that lived the high life as I acted out the role of George’s perfect wife. While my mother bombarded Lawrence with her tantrum, my father pulled out his phone and started calling someone. I glanced over at him and wondered what he was doing at a time like this. Perhaps he was calling someone that could potentially help us turn the situation around. Maybe if we can negotiate the debt down, we could pay the debt off slowly. As far as I was aware, my father’s company was doing well and so he should have some money. “I need your help. Yes, it’s regarding my daughter. I want to disown her immediately. I would appreciate
I gasped in shock as my mouth hung open at the inconsiderate attitude of the man. Staring at his back as he walked away from me, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. Everything that I own is being taken away from me. My branded bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry, art pieces and everything else. The staff started shooing me out of the penthouse. It was such an embarrassing and depressing situation that I just couldn’t bear staying in there any longer. Without getting my hands on anything, I called my driver so that he could drive me to a hotel. I didn’t know back that that from that point on, my life was about to fall into ruins bit by bit. The car arrived and I got in before sighing loudly. I leaned my head into my hand as I watched the scenery outside go by. The ride was peacefully quiet as we headed to one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. I remembered that George likes this hotel a lot for their oriental oil massage. Not that he could enjoy any of that anymore. “Madame…
My eye rested on the name of a friend from my days in university. We had known each other since the first day of university and had gotten immediately close. He, or she as he would prefer to be referred to, was against the idea of me marrying so early in life and we lost touch since I married George. It’s so ironic that the failure of my marriage is the reason why I’m going to give him a call now. “Hi…it’s me. I know that it’s been a very long while but…” I said timidly through the phone. “Oh girl! I thought you would never call. I was going to call you, but I didn’t know how things were on your end. Anyways, I’m so happy that you called!” the voice replied. “Thank you…honestly…I…” I said before my voice broke and I started crying. “Where are you? I’ll head there right now to pick you up, ok?” Justin said comfortingly. “Yeah…ok…” I mumbled through my sobs. “Hang in there, girl. I’m here for you, ok? Just hang in there…” Justin said. “Ok…” I whispered softly before hanging up.
“Why don’t you work for my agency? You know that I run an agency for high-profile contract girlfriends or wives, right?” Justin asked. I guess I heard something about it before, but I didn’t know the details. Frankly, I wasn’t interested in these sorts of things and isn’t it sort of like a shady business? I was also finding it hard to believe that Justin was suggesting for me to work as a ‘contract wife’ or whatever it was called. “You mean like…become an escort? Or like a…prostitute?” I asked, unable to find a better word to use. Don’t get me wrong, I had no issues with the profession per se, but I was quite certain that I didn’t want to get into that whole business, no matter how desperate or dire my current situation is. “No! Not like that. I mean, you can sleep with the guys if you want but that’s not the main objective here. Plus, they’re asking for a contract relationship. If you haven’t realized it yet, the key is the word relationship,” Justin said before rolling his eyes
“You may not believe it, but many have found true love or something or the sort and have gotten married. Some even got married even before the contract expired. I was there at their wedding, and I cried of joy…” Justin said as he pretended to wipe tears away from his eyes. “Really?” I asked dubiously. “Who knows maybe you’ll end up falling in love again…” Justin said wistfully. Falling in love…what kind of sick joke is that? “Love? What is that…exactly?” I whispered as if I was talking to myself. I thought I was in love more than once before in my life but was I really in love? Even if that was love, does it even matter? If this is where love would lead me then, I’d prefer not to know or feel it at all. Before I knew it, I had started laughing. “Haha…I don’t believe in love…” I said while laughing. “Well, you don’t look very convinced at all. You might not realize this, and I didn’t want to say this to you like this but…there’s not a lot of jobs out there that’s going to make
“What about this? Unfortunately, the bag doesn’t come with its storage bag or box anymore so…” She said before trailing off. 12,000 dollars…I could live with that. Goodbye my dear bag, we will never meet again. “Thank you. Could you please transfer that money to this account? Oh, can you give me a thousand dollars in cash and the rest please transfer to this account,” I said. I jotted down Justin’s bank account number. Putting the money in my personal bank account might lead to it getting frozen of confiscated. I didn’t know how that worked at all but better to be careful. “Sure,” the woman said before she handed me cash. After checking that the money was settled correctly, I parted with the last brandname bag that I had and was on my way to immerse myself in a ‘normal life’ by heading to the supermarket. To save up on costs, I decided to take the train instead of a taxi. Surprisingly, I enjoyed walking along the busy street and the busy station along with everyone else. The peop
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you…” he said as he quickly released my wrist. We were safe on the sidewalk, but his car was still parked there in the middle of the road. I wondered why the cops were not here yet or why every car that was passing by wasn’t honking their horns. That was when I realized the model and the probable price tag of his limited-edition sports car. Now it all made sense. What he did after made me scream. While I had my eyes on his car, the man had bent down in front of me and was starting to lift the skirt of my dress up. “What are you doing?!” I cried out in shock as I pulled the fabric of my skirt out of his hand. How dare he?! “Sorry! This isn’t what you think it is…” he started making excuses. “What I think it is?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes and glared at him accusingly. “I’m a doctor. I was just going to see your injuries. You fell so I assumed that you skinned your knee…” he explained calmly. That wasn’t what I was expecting. Maybe good guys