Cry me a river

Jale's Pov

I had just reached the airport on my way to my private jet. I hate travelling on Fridays but neither did I want to spend the rest of my weekend wrapped up in Mel's drama.

Mel, it's kinda of hard to me, to even think of her as my wife and I don't know why. She is my childhood sweet heart, my first kiss, the girl I broke my virginity with though she wasn't a virgin at the moment but she still was the love of my life the one woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

That's what I thought until the day I married her and chased my wife out of the house. I didn't chase her, she more of just packed up and left. The only thing she left behind were the divorce papers that she had signed.

I do remember her sad face every time I came home late after a sex session with Melania. I just don't know what was wrong with me at that moment. Right now that am reminded of all that, I think I wasn't thinking straight. I mistook love for lust.

Melania was the woman I wanted but Arla was the woman I loved. She was there for me at my worst when the entire World deserted me after the media found out that my dad had been involved in the drug trafficking business.

When every body called me names, treated me like a disgrace, not once did she think of leaving me. I remember how she always smiled at me and said,

"Your father's mistakes are his not yours. You are a wonderful human being. The world doesn't know nor believe it but I do because I know you. No body is perfect. Neither I, you nor those stupid media mother fuckers."

It was always funny how she swore unshamedly whenever she was mad. I will forever miss those beautiful moments we had.

And even when my dad committed suicide in jail where he was imprisoned, Arla never left me. Even at his Burrial where we burried my dad only the two of us. It was only three people at the Burrial, me, my beautiful wife and the priest who looked like he didn't want to be there.

I knew that my dad was a very horrible person, everyone hated him for the wrongs he had done to the people in this country but he was still my dad. Without his sperms Jale Winters would never exist.

And that's how I burried my only family that was left in this world. From that day on wards it was just me and Arla my gorgeous wife until I lost my mind when Melania came back.

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"Andrew, come here," I said instructing my secretary to get closer.

Before even I blinked he was standing in front of me. He sure does fear my temper.

A scary monster is what I became ever since I got separated from Arla. There is no day that goes by that I don't regret the way I treated her. I try to think of how life could have been if I never fell for Mel's manipulative games but it's too late now. Hearts were broken and those wounds can't be healed, it's all in the past now. .

Speaking of the past I looked away from my laptop to my nervous secretary, he was sweating, fidgeting with his tie like it didn't belong to him.

"You called for me boss."

"Yes, I did. I need you to find out about someone. I need to know where this person has been leaving for the past five years, what she has been up to, the people she has dated and most importantly who her child belongs to."

I watched Andrew take note of each and everything I was saying.

"Anything else sir?"

"No just that" I answered and went back to working on some new hotel design on my laptop.

I sensed Andrew's eyes on me, practically drilling holes into my head.

"What!" I barked at him.

I was never this rude to my employees but I just don't know why it feels like it's the right way to talk to them. Oh Lord! Who am I even kidding I just vent all my anger for the personal failures in my life on them.

I know this is bad but you just can't help it always being in a bad mood when you have a slut at home. A woman who doesn't even fear to cheat on you with your very best friend, a woman who spends your money more than the number of days in a year.

"Am sorry sir?" He swallowed hard. "But can I know this person's name."

And his reaction kind of hurt, reminding me of something. It reminded me of the very first day I slapped my wife. Oh Gosh, I really am a monster.

I remember that day when she said she wanted to tell me about something but I didn't give a damn. It must have been serious because she went to that extent of standing in front of my car. I could have hit her.

"Babe, we need to talk," she said with tears flowing from my eyes. I was burning with rage because I was late for my dinner with Mel.

I stepped out of my car in anger, gave Arla one hot slap, pushed her out of my way, got back in my camaro and rode the fuck out of my gates. Indeed I treated her very badly, I wonder if she will ever find it in her heart to forgive me, because I need her, I want her back in my life. That is if she is still available.

"Arla ...Wi," I paused and looked down at the floor as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

How would she still keep my my name yet I divorced her.

"Arla...Arla Valentine"

I immediately blinked my tears away but they wouldn't stop so I just rested my head on my desk facing the floor.

"Now, just get out, I have important things to do." I shouted at Andrew who as soon as I did was swiftly gone out of my office.

The moment the door closed, I let the river in my eyes all pour out. I know men are not supposed to cry but when you lose someone as patient, gorgeous, understanding as Arla Valentine because of your insolence, I promise you, you will not only cry her a river but an entire ocean.

Am sorry Arla, am really sorry for all the bad things I did to you. Am so sorry, my love. I wish I was man enough to say those words to her face.