Final Agreement

CHAPTER 7: Final Agreement

Elaine’s POV

I sank into my bed, face buried deeply into it as I swung my legs violently in the air. 

“What did I just do, Laura?” I pulled back as I picked my phone up.

“Calm down, girl. I bet he didn’t take you seriously.” Her soft chuckles didn’t calm my anxiety.

“I understand how badly Gary and Elizabeth need to pay for what they did to you, but getting married to a stranger?”

Steve had only stared at me as I proposed the marriage. After a few seconds, he had stood up, walked to me, and extended his hands to me.

“Expect my lawyers once they draft up an agreement.”

My hands trembled as I took his while silently biting my bottom lip at my last-minute decision.

How am I to explain to my dad that I had only just finalized my divorce, but here I am getting married to a stranger?

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A week went by with no news from Steve or his lawyers. I had slowly given up hope of him accepting my offer when my phone beeped that morning.

“Miss Elaine Smith, the Documents are ready. Kindly be at Greyson Corp tomorrow, 12 pm today.”

I jumped to my feet, holding my mouth as I held in my scream. I still had not informed my dad about my decision.

I rushed to the bathroom as I threw off my robe. I couldn’t stop humming while bathing; going to Greyson Corp meant I would get to meet Steve. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt I hadn’t shown him how confident I am during our last encounter.

I took my time dressing up I brought out a black dress I had bought a few months ago, hoping to wear it to a date with Gary. I happily tore off the tag and got dressed.

“You look dashing, where are you off to in a hurry?” 

I hadn’t expected to bump into my dad in the living room; he had a magazine spread open as he sipped a cup of coffee.

“I need to attend to some business. See you later.” I placed a kiss on his cheek and rushed out, my heels clicking loudly.

Greyson Corp stood still in the heart of New York City. I hadn’t gone out since the divorce. I clutched the hem of my dress, closed my eyes, and steadied my breath.

“You can do this, Elaine.”

Inside the conference room, three lawyers sat, Steve’s personal assistant stood next to them as I ushered myself in.

“I was expecting to see the groom. Where is he?” 

Mr Grant let out a chuckle before clearing his throat. “He is in a business meeting. You can carry on, he has signed already.”

My heart dipped a little. I looked towards the door one more time, hoping to hear it creak open and Steve walk in, filling the room with his presence. I sighed when everywhere remained silent.

“Alright, let’s get this done.”

The next five minutes were spent going through the agreement papers, and all seemed well just as we had spoken. I took one last deep breath before scribbling on the paper.

“Well, Congratulations… Mrs Elaine Greyson.” Grant said.

I stepped out of the elevator, walking as I looked left and right. I wasn’t sure what floor I was on.

“Well, well, well, look who we have here.”

I turned around to see Elizabeth with three of her friends laughing; they each had shopping bags in their hands.

“If it isn’t the barren former Mrs Wayne,” Elizabeth said.

I turned around to leave, as I wasn’t about to confront her, but before I could walk away, she pushed me, and I landed on the floor.

“What do you want, Elizabeth?”

“What are you doing at a place like this? Shouldn’t you still be curled up somewhere crying your eyes out?” 

I got up and dusted my dress. I wasn’t going to let Elizabeth trample on me again. She had ruined my marriage, stolen my husband, and I wasn’t going to give her any more.

“Well, my husband owns this company.”I placed my arms on my waist as I rolled my eyes at her.

By then, some other workers had gathered, laughing at what I said. Elizabeth came up to me laughing heavily, “You mean you are the wife of Mr Steve Greyson, since when was Mr Greyson married?”

“My husband is Charles Webber, the Chief Director of this company. He has never mentioned Mr Greyson getting married. How dare you claim to be his wife?” the other friend said as she scoffed.

I looked around at the small crowd that had gathered, and everyone smirked as they looked at me with scorn.

“You imposter. Once Mr Greyson hears someone like you claiming to be his wife, he will kick you out of here.” Someone from the crowd spat.

“No…no…wait, people. Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt. Why don’t you call your husband, Mr Greyson, then?” Elizabeth said as she poked at my shoulder.

“Yes, yes, do that.” The crowd was chanting now.

Elizabeth stood, arms crossed, as a tiny smile broke from the end of her lips.

“She is a liar, guys, if at all she is married, why isn’t she wearing a wedding ring?” Mrs Webber said as she grabbed my left hand, flaunting it across the room for all to see how empty it is.

“Stop it, guys. I am not lying.” I bit my lower lip as the crowd bore their eyes into me.

“Let’s pardon her, after losing her marriage, unable to conceive for many years, she has become delusional. We will pardon this if you apologize.” Elizabeth grabbed my shoulders, trying to bring me to my knees.

“Who dares lay a finger on my wife?”

The whole crowd gasped as they quickly went silent. Many covered their mouths as they whispered.

“Isn’t that Mr Greyson, owner of Greyson Corp?”

“Was she telling the truth all along when she said she was his wife?”

I looked back, the crowd divided as a tall, handsome figure strode towards me. Steve Greyson walked elegantly, one hand in his pocket, the other swinging graciously. 

When he got to me, he pushed off Elizabeth’s hands from my shoulders, grabbed my hands, and pulled me closer to him.

“How dare you touch my wife?”