Six Years Later

"Mrs Naomi, I understand what your concerns are but this is a rather sudden decision. I really need you to think things through.” Patrick had told her.

Naomi exhaled, her eyes staring up at the ceiling in her room. She was still in her nightwear with no desire to get out of bed any time soon.

The cup of tea she had made for herself earlier sat on the coffee table with her tablet next to it.

Plastered on the screen is a picture of her so-called husband with a redhead in a rather compromising position.

Her eyes went shut as heaviness crawled its way into her heart.

Six years. Six whole years and she waited for him. She waited night and day for a man she'd met once in their six years of marriage.

Not once did he show up.

No matter how much she called and texted him, he never responded. He didn't even show up at her father's funeral! His father-in-law!

Naomi took a shaky breath as tears threatened to roll down her eyes. Her heart ached so badly that it became difficult to breathe.

She had forgiven him. When he refused to congratulate her on her graduation, she forgave him. Maybe he was busy with work. When her father died, Damon's assistant, Patrick, had told her that he was on a business trip. But he could have paid her a visit when he got back right?

He never did.

Even when she almost got…

Naomi choked on her tears, she couldn't hold back anymore. She was hurt. Badly hurt by the man she had come to love.

Her phone rang, a call from her best friend, Soonie. Naomi wiped her tears in a hurry as she scrambled across the bed for her phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey. I just got back from my trip. How did the talk go? Are you going to leave him?” Sooni asked eagerly.

Soonie had watched her friend take on the world on her own like she didn't have a partner. It was an ugly sight to see, and it broke her heart.

“I don't think it's going to be that easy,” Naomi admits, leaning back on her headrest.

“Why? Are you having a change of heart? Naomi! We talked about this! You deserve so much better than a man who clearly doesn't give a rat's ass about you!”

Naomi winced. “Geez, you didn't have to rub it in my face you know?”

“I'm sorry.”

Multiple new articles had Damon's face plastered on their website with a thousand scandals. He is always with one woman or another and judging by the looks of things, he sure loves blondes!

“I'm not having second thoughts. I just think the divorce is not going to go as easy as we think. I doubt he's willing to sign the divorce papers..”

“Why do you think so?”

“I spoke with Patrick, his assistant but he's trying to talk me out of it. I don't think he's going to tell Damon about my plan.”

“Then you go to him. Meet him in person and make him sign it.” Soonie offered.

Naomi leaned forward, her eyes darted around with unease. The last time she saw this man in person was when she was eighteen.

“I don't know, Soonie. There's a reason why I didn't bother to go to him all these years.”

“Cause you're scared he's going to tell you he hates you?”

Naomi chuckled, Soonie could as well live in her thoughts right now! She knew everything.

“Woah. You know way too much.”

“Who cares if he hates you? You're going there to divorce him and I don't think he's going to ignore you if you show up at his office. Screw him and his feelings.”

Soonie was right. Naomi wanted out of this madness and she didn't care if he hated the very sight of her.

“I'll come with you if you want. I'm always with you in anything; you know that, right?”

“Thank you Soonie. You're the best.”

“So when do you want to go see him?”

Naomi glanced at the tabloids once more; there was no point delaying this or hoping he'd come back to her.

He never will.

“Today. There's no point wasting any more time is there?”

“That's my girl. I'll meet up with you in twenty.”

The call ended and Naomi took a deep exhale. Is she really doing this?

Going to meet the man who married her and didn't bother to show his face for six years? The same man who turned down every invitation to meet in person?

If she's going to do this, she might as well show him what he's been missing.

She heads to her walk-in closet, her fingers running through her collection of dresses until she finds one that matches her agenda.

Naomi wore a cream-colored form-fitting dress with a deep-cut neckline, showing off her luscious bosom. A heart necklace hung around her neck, and a bracelet her father had gifted her was around her wrist.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, a satisfied look in her eyes. Her red hair stopped at her shoulders and pulled behind her ears to show off a pair of long earrings. Her eyes, nose, lips, chin, there was so much to take in about this woman in the mirror.

“Mimi?”

Soonie pulled a stop at the closet, staring at Naomi in silence. Her eyes roamed her body, taking in every inch of her.

“Is it okay?” Naomi asked.

“It's amazing. It's perfect. Just like you.” Sooni said in seriousness.

“Thank you.” Naomi smiled.

“You're going to see him like that?”

Naomi glanced down at her dress once more and then back at Soonie.

“Yes. I thought you said it was okay.”

“It is. It's just..”

Naomi's phone beeps, it's a text from her driver.

“Alex is here. We should go now.”

Naomi walked out of the closet with Soonie staring at her from behind.

“The divorce papers? Where are they?” She asked.

“On the table.”

Soonie heads to the living area and grabs the brown envelope on the table.

“Let's go.”

The duo walked out of the apartment and headed to the parking lot.

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“You can do it. You hand him the papers and you're finally going to be free from him.” Soonie reminded Naomi.

They were at Damon's multinational company, parked in the lot. Naomi glanced at the huge building, her heart raced wildly in her chest. She bit her lower lip, eyes darting around in circles.

“Stop doing that. You need to get up and do this! Okay?”

Naomi nodded. “Okay.”

“Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?”

“It's fine. I can deal with him myself.” Naomi took the papers from Soonie and headed out the door.

She walked in through the double glass doors and straight for the reception area.

“Good morning miss. How may I help you?”

“I'm here to see Mr Damon? Can you make a call for Mr Patrick instead?”

“And who am I to tell him you are?”

Naomi was quiet. If he knew it was her, there was a chance Patrick wouldn't let her meet Damon and from all she knew, their offices were on the same floor.

“Mrs Naomi's lawyer. Tell him that.”

The receptionist made the call. That two minutes felt like an eternity for Naomi! What if he turns her down regardless?

“Okay, sir.” The receptionist placed her telephone back in place with a smile.

“He said to meet him at his office. It's on the sixth floor, the office to your left.”

Then Damon's would be on the right.

Naomi smiled. “Thank you.”

She headed for the elevator and soon, she was on her way to the sixth floor. Her grip on the brown envelope tightened.

She's going to meet him. Her husband. For the first time in six years!

Her stomach clenched in knots, she felt nervous all over again. But why? This is the man who has been with more girls than she's ever known! Why the hell is she nervous to meet him?!

Hell, he's sleeping with other women no doubt! Cheating on her!

The doors swung open, and Naomi stepped out, turning to her right.

She leaned close to the double door, ready to knock when she heard a familiar voice coming from the office.

“Just ignore her.”

“I'm afraid we can't do that, sir,” Patrick said.

Naomi, curious to know what the fuss was about, leaned closer to the door.

“This article has been circulating on the internet for days now, and people are starting to think it's true.”

“What?!” Damon snapped.

Another round of silence. Naomi bit her lip, what are they talking about? And why was Damon so worked up?

“ I think Mrs Naomi has seen this and….she might be planning a divorce.”

It was about her.

“Didn't you tell her it's not true? It's clearly a misunderstanding.” Damon replied harshly.

“I did, sir. But you've been absent all this while and the young miss barely knows you. It's reasonable she would believe Miss Diane is the reason why you refuse to meet her all these years.” Patrick offered.

Even his assistant knew her better than him. Naomi exhaled, rage cursing through every fiber of being in her.

“Sir? What should I do?” Patrick asked.

“Get the car ready.”

“There will be no need for that.”

Damon froze, his eyes landed on Naomi as she walked into the office.

Goodness, how could he look even hotter in person?! Naomi found herself lost in those charming eyes once more, drawing her in with his intense gaze.

And that pair of glasses hanging on his nose bridge? Fuck, it did things to her!

Naomi glanced at her feet momentarily as she swallowed. She is not going to let him charm his way out of this mess.

“Mrs Naomi,” Patrick said in surprise.

Naomi shuts the door behind her gently, a look of seriousness in her eyes as she approaches the table.

Her heels clicked on the tiles in gentle strides, her body swaying as she moved.

It's been so long since she had seen him in person and she almost forgot what he looked like. Whatever she could recall, he was very different from the man she remembered.

“I'll save you the trip and the hassle.” She said once more.

Damon’s eyes watched her every move in silence, regarding every inch of her with keen eyes. She knew he was staring at her, taking her all in and it made her insides twirl.

“What would you like me to get you? Water? Coffee?” Patrick asked, seeing he had to cut through the tension in the air somehow.

“Tea.”

“Tea?” Patrick asked.

Naomi glanced at him. “Jasmine tea.”

Patrick bowed his head and left the office. Naomi gave him a polite smile, which vanishedouble-breasteds out of the .fice.

Damon got out of his chair, a,d damn. Naomi tried to keep her eyes on his face, nowhere else.

He was wearing suit pants, a light blue shirt that compliments his skin tone, and a double-breasted waistcoat. He looked more mature with less of the childish features she had seen in the pictures on the tabloids..

“You didn't tell me you were coming,” Damon said, his tone as cold as ice.

“You never respond to my messages or calls.” Naomi folded her arms.

Damon’s eyes traveled down to her chest and then back at her eyes, did she do that intentionally? Pushing them up to distract him?

“I'm sure Patrick would have delivered the message if you.”

“I'm not married to Patrick, am I?” Naomi asked.

Damon exhaled, his hands in his pocket.

“Courtesy demands you inform me about your visit first. Damon said, steering off the conversation.

Naomi’s eyes widened, followed by a chuckle of disbelief.

No remorse, no apologies, nothing.

“And I'm curious to know where that courtesy was when I graduated from college and sent you an invitation which you didn't inform me of your acceptance or decline! Or at my father's funeral! Or the day I...” Naomi balled her fist as she glared at him.

She didn't come all the way here to break down like a child or show how much she needed him for the past six years like some hopeless lovesick high school girl!

“Your demand for courtesy is quite pathetic, don't you think?” She asked.

“I'm sure you didn't come all the way here just to yell at me,” Damon said nonchalantly.

Naomi’s eyes narrowed on him. This man was so…despicable! She couldn't believe she had a thing for him all this while!

She thought she would get an explanation from him, an excuse maybe! Hell, she wanted to hear him say something other than this attitude she got in return.

“Why are you here?” He asked once more.

Naomi straightens up. “I'm moving in. With you.”

Damon frowned. “What?”

She got a reaction out of him. Good.

“Since you hate me so much, you might as well deal with me every day.”

“Why would you move in with me?”

“My things are on the way to your house. I'm your wife, after all; I might as well live like it whether you like it or not.”

Naomi stormed off before he could say anything else. What the hell has she done?!