Chapter 2

OLEANDER'S POV

"Ma'am, we have arrived at your destination." The voice of the Uber driver brought me back to reality. I stared at the huge mansion in front of me. He should be home by now. I was skeptical about getting into the house. I sighed and took a deep breath. She could be lying. I should talk to him first before I conclude.

I placed my finger on the fingerprint sensor and the door clicked open. The house was dark. I used my phone light screen to locate the switch. There he was, sitting on the armchair.

"Where were you and why isn't my food ready?" His voice boomed.

"I paid a friend a visit," I said simply and he scoffed.

"A friend. You don't know anybody in Los Angeles. Are you lying to me?" He stood up from the chair and walked towards me.

"It was clearly stated in the prenup that you would cut all ties with those bastards you call friends and you dare break the rules?" I stepped backwards as he kept advancing me.

"I did not break any rule stated in the prenup. If there is anyone who broke the contract that should be you and not me, Eliott ." I realized how stupid I was to cut ties with my friends because he said he wasn't okay with their presence around me. These past five years have been about me doing everything to please him even though it hurt me. I forgot what it meant to be free in the name of love. I was going to change that now.

"Are you trying to put the blame on me? Who is that man you have been hooking up with since I left?" I stopped moving backwards and stared into his eyes. I couldn't believe he was questioning my loyalty when I gave up everything for him.

"That's the correct question only, I should be the one asking that and not you."

"When did you get so bold? What did he promise you? More money? Is he richer than me?" My eyes widened in shock. Did he think I married him for his money?

"I know that you never stopped seeing Emma." I watched his reaction but he maintained a straight face. I waited for him to deny it.

"Who told you that nonsense?"

"Emma herself. She was the one I went to visit."

"And you expect me to believe that nonsense? You and your sister were never speaking to each other. What is all this for? You want more money?" I opened my mouth in shock and slowly closed it. We stayed together for five years but he didn't know me.

"I want a divorce." I managed to say. He stopped and raised a brow at me then headed for the stairs.

"I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going to sleep." He said as though he didn't hear me.

"I said that I want a divorce. Where are the divorce papers you served me years ago? I want to sign it." I called out after him.

"You should take a cold bath. You might get back to your senses afterwards." He continued ascending the stairs without turning back. He thought that I was incapable of leaving him.

I blinked back the tears that had been threatening to drop. I took a deep breath and then ascended the stairs as fast as I could. I went to his home office and pulled out one of the drawers. I went through the documents with a rasped breath. I finally found the papers. It was the last document. I stared at the papers with finality and took in a deep breath. I picked up a pen that lay on the desk and signed the papers.

I stood up with the papers in my hands and headed for the bedroom.

"She's acting out a little bit but I think it's because she wants attention. I will spend some time with her tomorrow before the meeting. She will calm down after I take her out tomorrow." He chuckled as he spoke into the phone, his back towards me unaware of my presence. I swallowed hard as I listened to his phone conversation. It made me feel like a poor woman dying for attention.

"She can't divorce me…you know that…she loves me plus she has no one to turn to…I'm the only one who she thinks is on her side. She needed love and I provided her with that." This time, I couldn't stop the tears. I allowed them to flow freely down my cheeks. He made me sound pitiable.

"Emma is pregnant…of course, Olie will understand. She will raise the child…"

I cleared my throat, unable to listen anymore. He turned around and his eyes widened as he saw me.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asked and I shook my head unable to look into his eyes because I didn't want to burst into tears mourning my pitiable life.

"It doesn't matter. I signed the papers." I said and slapped the papers on his chest. He held them with his hands before they could fall.

I scanned the room searching for an envelope and there it was sitting on the dressing table. I grabbed it. It was still sealed, meaning he hadn't seen it. I was having second thoughts about letting him know about it but it was all pointless now. He was having a child with the love of his life.

"Olie, is this what you want?"

"Yes," I answered and headed to the closet and shoved all my clothes into a box. I could barely see through my teary eyes.

"Don't you think you're overreacting?" He asked unbothered. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and opened them. I grabbed the box and stormed out of the room. Never for once did he call me back. Not that I expected him to. He had never apologized to me since we got married. I have been the one making the apologies even when I wasn't the one in the wrong.

I scrolled through my phone and stared at one contact. I hesitated for a while then dialed the number. She picked the second time I tried. I told her everything that took place. When she started talking, I regretted calling her.

"You did the right thing for the first time Olie. Emma and Eliott look great together. Come home, I will throw a feast for you." She said and I could practically hear the smile in her words. I dropped to the floor in tears. This was the first time in my life that my mother congratulated me and it had to be on my divorce. She wasn't glad that I stood up for myself, she was ecstatic because I left my marriage for her daughter.

I laughed maniacally. My mother, who had never baked the smallest cake on my birthday, was going to throw a feast for me because I was divorced. Isn't my life great? I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing.

There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read "Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation." I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uploaded an hour ago.

I cried hard because there was nothing else I could do. I cried hard because he didn't wait a day before putting a ring on her finger. I cried hard because he stared at her as though she was his world. I cried hard because they were having a public wedding while I had a private one. I cried hard because her engagement ring was the wedding ring I left hours ago on the dressing table. I cried hard because I was a fool for five years.

I stared at the sealed envelope in my hand. It contained my pregnancy results. I was going to tell him that I was pregnant today. I wanted it to be my anniversary gift for him. I rubbed my stomach and cleaned my eyes. I am going to raise my child by myself.