A trip down memory lane.
We are back at the restaurant and Tim is sitting across from me presenting me a divorce paper that left me shocked and cold inside, stating that he was done in the coldest voice that I have ever heard him use.My head was full of questions that I wanted to ask. And one of them was how long has he been planning this. Because honestly this came as a shock. I know things hasn't been great between us but divorce? Where did that come from."Why?" I asked calmly, even though inside I was breaking apart. Holding it together took everything in me. I wanted to rage, to scream at the unfairness of its all. He was the one who cheated, but at the same time I wanted to beg him to stay. He was all I had. The only family I have left. I was terrified of being alone. I have been alone and it doesn't feel great. Which is why I wanted my marriage to work."I have found someone," he answered cooly not looking at me. He pretended to eat his meal. I don't know if he was using it as a ploy to avoid looking at me directly or he was truly hungry. As for me my appetite has been torn to shreds."Is it your secretary?"He looked up at me sharply, shock written all over his face. He didn't ask but I could see in his expression that he was wondering how I knew. He must have assumed that he hid his affair very well from me.I decided to answer his silent question. "I saw you. Few nights ago when I came to your office to have dinner with you.""Oh," he muttered in a low voice, but didn't sound remorseful. "Well, now you know," he added callously. I stared at him wondering when I lost him. Did he ever care for me. He was treating me worse than he would treat a stranger."So there is no changing your mind?" I made one last attempt to try and change his mind.He shook his head. "I am sorry, Ruby but I am no longer in love with you. I love Chelsea."I am assuming Chelsea is the name of the twat he was fucking. How easily men loses their love for their wives when something younger and shiny comes along. It was a shame that despite him falling out of love with me, I still love him.There was no need arguing or begging, when Tim makes up his mind about something there is no changing it. I brought the papers closer to me and signed them. My heart shattered as my signature landed on the last document."So this is it," I looked up at him, my voice slightly shaky. He shook his head. "One more thing," he stuck his hand into his suit pocket and took out something which he pushed across the table to me.I looked from him to the small paper on the table. It was a check. Half a million dollars. I looked back at him without saying anything. My silence forced him to speak. "This should tidy you up for a while, and please don't ask for more because you wouldn't be getting it."I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was making me out to be a gold digger. Like the reason I married him was for his money. He is wealthy, but not that wealthy and I married him because I loved him. Too bad that not only did I lose his love I also lost his respect.I looked again at the check. I was tempted to ignore it and walk away, but Tim have been the one providing for me as he asked me not to work. To be home and take care of the kids when they come, but for four years we have waited nothing happened.Pride will not put food on the table or put a roof over my head, so I picked up the check and left the restaurant without uttering a word to him. He wanted me gone and that is exactly what I was going to do.Outside the restaurant I lost control. tears started trickling down my cheeks unchecked. I boarded a taxi to go home. I wanted to be gone before he got home from work. When I reached our house a strange vehicle was parked in front of it. A man stepped out of it when I came out of the taxi."Mrs Anderson?" The man asked. He was a tall guy, rugged features, and even the formal suit he had on couldn't hide his wildness."Not anymore," I muttered eyeing him curiously. He arched a brow at my words, his brown eyes confused. "Recently divorced," I answered with a brave face."I am sorry to hear that." His response was perfunctory, but I thanked him all the same. "So what can I do for you?" I asked him.He hesitated a bit as if he wasn't sure how to say what he was about to say. "My employer wants to meet with you," he finally got out, and then looked hopefully at me. I don't know what he expected. For me to jump all over the place with joy at the idea of meeting his mysterious employer."And who is this your employer and what does he want with me?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him."He will tell you all that himself if you come with me.""I am sorry Mr..." I waited for him to supply his name. "Blake, Samuel Blake." I nodded, and then resumed again. "I am sorry Mr Blake but I have more pressing matters to deal with than meet your mysterious boss." "He is not mysterious and please tell me what the matter is. Maybe we can help." At first I thought he was making a joke, but he looked too serious for his words to be treated as a comedy. "Thanks for the offer, but I can handle my problems." I tried to walk away when he screamed. "He is your grandfather." I stopped abruptly in my tracks, and turned to face him. "What?!"He exhaled softly before speaking. "My employer, the man that wants to meet you is your grandfather. He asked me to find you and bring you to him." I wanted to laugh at his delusion. "I don't have a grandfather," I told him coldly and walked away. All my life I have been alone, believing that I have no one else in this world. That all my family had died when my parents died in a car accident, and now he is here telling me that I have a grandfather out there. Where has he been all these while. This shit was something I wasn't in the mood to deal with, not on top of every other shit going on today. Inside the bedroom I have shared with Tim for the past four years I packed my things with tears running down my eyes, making sure that I left nothing behind. And when I wheeled my heavy suit case outside I was surprised to find Mr Blake still waiting. "Why are you still here?" I asked him, a frown on my face. "Because I will be fired if I don't come back with you. Please Mrs Anderson just come and hear him out. If you decide that you don't like what he has to say you can leave." I stared at him while I contemplated his words. "I still have another suitcase upstairs," I said after a brief silence.After my bath I made my way to Sapphire where my grandfather was waiting at the dining table. He was reading a newspaper when I walked in, but dropped it on the table when he caught sight of me. "Anything interesting?" I asked pulling out a seat for myself. He shook his head. "No. It is the same thing over and over again." His tone was gloomy as if he was done with the troubles that plagued the world. "Are you alright, pops? I asked worriedly. He nodded. "Don't mind me. I am just being an old man." "You old! I haven't noticed," I teased, eliciting a smile from him. There was plenty of food laid out on the table that is more than enough for an army. My first night here when they served this plenty food I had thought us hosting a party only to learn that it was just a meal for my grandfather and I. My grandfather is very rich. One of the richest man in the city, and as his only living relative that makes me the sole heir to all his riches. Yes, I am a heiress now. "So what is your
The part of me getting back at my ex husband sounded delicious to my ears. Pops made a winning argument. Robbing to Tim's face how much better I was doing without him. How happy I am, and how much I have moved on. To let him see that breaking our marriage is the best thing that he has ever done for me. That had a nice ring to it.But I had another worry. In order to make my ex husband eat his action I need an accomplice. To truly show him that I have moved on, I need to be with someone. The only problem is that I wasn't dating anyone, which Pops seems to have a solution for. To rent a boyfriend.I had laughed uproariously when he said it thinking he was being hilarious but he had been hundred percent serious. And had the perfect someone in mind. That made me a little suspicious. The whole thing made me suspicious. But I ignored the doubts in my mind if it meant showing Tim up. I haven't met my rented boyfriend yet. Grandpa said he will be picking me up today from work. We will be hav
My hand in his this time felt much more different than when he held it as he pulled me from the coffee shop. Here there was tension surrounding the touch as we stared deeply into each other's eyes, neither of us making any move to let go. It felt as if our stars were aligning in the universe. Corny. I know, but I have never felt thus kind of intense connection with another person just from holding hands, and he is sex on two wheels. Whew! Did I lock out and win a lottery or something. Please can someone break out the air condition because I feel so hot right now. “Excuse me!” someone said very close to us, but the words felt as if it was coming from a distance as Hassan and I continued to eat each other with our eyes. Everything else forgetting. I didn't even remember that I was planning on leading by example today by showing up early. If there was something called work my brain totally forgot it. “Excuse me!” The words came again, this time louder and a bit inpatient which finally
Can someone really be prepared for meeting their ex, especially when the said ex hurt them badly. I lost count the number of times I simulated my reaction if and when I run into Tim, and despite my plenty preparation I was still taken unawares by his appearance on the other side of the elevator. Everything I practiced flew out of the window. He too was facing the same problem as me. At least I knew the possibility of running into him, but he had no clue and if I wasn't thrown by his sudden appearance I would have found the expression on his face comical. He was the first to snap out of his shocked spell, and while I still battled myself for what to say he spoke. “Ruby.”He said my name softly, like it was something precious, and any other time in the past I would have been glad to hear him call my name like this, but a lot of things has happened to us, and he has lost the right to whisper my name like this. The seconds it took for him to address me gave me time to compose myself an
Mr Jones stood for me to take my seat at the head of the table. I did that elegantly with confidence that I lacked in my early years, especially being married to Tim. I let him lead, and detect everything I did with my life, because then I had believed myself so in love with him. I made myself seem less so that he doesn't feel challenged. But not anymore. I looked around the table taking in the shocked faces of the the heads of the company. Watching as most came to accept what is in front of them even though they don't understand. The only one who looked like he was insulted by the new development was my ex husband. In his face was anger, and disbelief. Like it was wrong for a woman who he deemed nothing without him to be the head of his company. He flew to his feet intent on making his displeasure known, like that matters. “I don't understand what is going on here. How can she be the new head of this company. A woman who dropped out of high school. Mr Jones if this is a prank stop i
I looked away from Tim back to the entire room. They all still looked in shock. Maybe it wasn't a good idea dumping all these on them, but again when you tell your side of things you control the narration. As the new boss it is certain that questions and rumors will erupt about me in the office. Talks, I don't mind, but if they are going to talk about me, they will at least do it with the facts. On the topic of ex husband, I chanced another look at Tim, he looked a little unease. Adjusting himself on his seat like he had ants in his pants. He was worried I was going to reveal his infidelities. He needn't be. That is one part of our story that I intend to keep a secret, but which I know isn't going to be possible, unless Tim was sensible enough to hide his indiscretions from the office. I doubt it. Tim ego rules more than his common sense, and it would have been a stroke to his ego if he could carry on with different girls while still married. The office doesn't know me, they could ha
He stopped mid stride as if shocked that I would threaten him so boldly. I immediately resumed speaking to the room like his action was a matter of no consequence, like his absence made no damn difference and it didn't. Tim might be good at what he does, but there are thousands out there who are also good, and even better. Firing him won't be a loss in this company and I wish he wouldn't tempt me. The loud bang of the door made all heads turn in the its direction including mine. He didn't. He just did. I shook my head in my mind at a typical Tim calling me bluff. Well, he is going to learn the hard way that I am no longer the woman he married years ago. I don't bluff. The whole table turned in unison to look at me. I could see their expression speaking. Asking what I am going to do now? I turned to look at Mr Jones who sat to my left hand side. It was an eye communication in which the older man understood everything I wanted. “It will be done,” he said with a solemn expression on
“Hassan!” I called out his name in a low shocked voice, unable to believe he was here in my office. I walked in and closed the door behind me, and looked up to see him facing me wearing that gorgeous smile that makes me weak in the knees. “I brought coffee just like I promised,” he raised the two cups in his hand. I didn't think he would have done it. Lots of men promise things that they don't end up fulfilling, and I must say it pleases me to know that he is different in that regard. “You know that one cup is enough,” I teased as I made my way around the table to the other side. “I thought that I keep you company while you drink your cup,” he said with a wink. “May I?” He indicated the seat across from mine. “Please,” I waved him down. “Here this is for you,” he pushed the cup in his right hand towards me. Peering at him through my upper lashes I lifted the cup to my lips to have a taste. He was watching me with that playful twinkle in his smoldering brown eyes, giving him a bo