Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I spent half the night in tears, unable to let myself grasp a hold of my situation.

So this was it?

Years of loyalty, affection and dedication. This is what I get? A divorce agreement on the day of our anniversary.

I must’ve meant so little to him. So little.

By the time I woke up the next morning, he was out of the house as usual, probably gone for his work.

Tonight was the night scheduled for his company’s annual gala, a formal reception held to always celebrate the company’s progress and achievements.

I specifically met up with a well known fashion brand to curate my husband’s and I’s fit for the occasion. I didn’t need to consult Samir about it since I could take care of it myself.

Albeit they needed to take his length and measurements. But knowing who my husband was and how he wouldn’t for a second spare them a second.

I had to rely on the so much I know about him already. I offhandedly tell them my husband’s details, his height, the length of his arm, every single thing they wanted to know.

Since this year’s event day was scheduled right after our anniversary, I imagined more to it than I should have.

My phone rang from the table where I’ve left it since I got the anonymous texts I received yesterday. I picked it up and saw the caller was Samir.

Instantly I slid on the answer button,

“Hello?”

“Yeah, I’m calling to inform you that I intend to bring a guest over today so sign those papers and be gone before evening. Understood?” He sentenced, in his usual cold voice.

That’s what he has to say still?

“Who is she?” I found myself asking. There’s no way he’ll suddenly wake up after five years and decided I’m not the woman he chose to let into his life.

“Who is who? And should that be any of your business?”

I chuckled painfully, “Tell me who she is, Samir. That’s the least you can do if I don’t deserve an explanation to why you’d do this to me, to us!”

“Us?” He filtered the word out like an abomination. “There is no us, there has never been an us. You know this, or have you forgotten about the papers you signed?”

“Oh no I haven’t. And weren’t we supposed to be married for three years? Tell me why it’s now five? Why didn’t you let me go when it was time to if you knew there has never been an us?” My words were courted with my emotions as I called him out.

How could he be so cruel and casual about this? What kind of a man monster is he.

“Just sign the papers, Rahne. We both know you married me for my money and I’m wiling to let you walk away with fifteen million dollars. That should be enough to compensate your dedication.”

“I-“ the line beeped and I checked to see he has hung up.

Furious, and about to call him back- another call him. This time, it was from one of my brothers. The eldest.

Wow. It’s been a while, why is he calling all of a sudden.

“Hey Rahne,” his familiar voice filtered through my hearing as I picked the call.

“You called, is there a problem?”

They’ve all believed I wasn’t worth catching up with after I decided that I was gonna let go of my dreams to become a housewife for Samir Kane.

“You don’t have to sound like that, you’re my baby sister and I’ll always love you.”

I rolled my eyes, “There is a problem, please get to it.”

“Yeah dad is retiring, and he now wants one of us to come take over since you’ve bailed after what- half a decade now? Gosh, and you know me and the others are not really about that kind of life. But you, it has always been your dream to run that company, you had ideas, you were always hyped to replace dad.”

I really want to believe that you’re doing great where you are right now, but I thought as your favorite elder brother that now would be the perfect time for me to try and talk some sense into you and call you back. Also you don’t have to leave the life you’re living, you can be a wife and a CEO at the same time. What do you think?”

“Dad is retiring?” My tone was suspicious. That sounds odd.

“Yeah, he’s kind of sick. Seriously when was the last time you checked in with him?”

Since I dropped all I’m worth to go become the wife of the man I’ve loved since high school. He was against it, in fact he forbade it. The only way I could go on with the decision was to let go of my titles and I did.

He wouldn’t speak with me since then, I’ve called him several times following the decision and he has snubbed me ever since.

“You’re silent.”

“He wouldn’t take my calls to talk to me!” I spoke up on my defense.

“And you tried visiting him when?”

Guilt had me silenced once again because I never tried to that. For someone who has snubbed my calls, that just doesn’t seem like a nice option.

“That’s what I thought,” he added. “Anyways, think about what I said and give me a feedback. Also, go check on your father. He’s angry doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss you.”

The call ended afterwards.

I really have given up on the future I had planned for myself because of someone who has proven to not be worth it.

My gaze fell on the paper in front of me. The label huge and capitalized.

He wants divorce? He’ll get one, but not after he tells me exactly who the other woman is.

I know there’s an other woman, the anonymous texts doesn’t only prove this, but when he said I needed to be gone because he has a guest coming over.

That was all the proof I needed.

And the perfect place to meet him and this other woman would be at his company gala tonight.