The Divorce process

Ryan's point of view

The thought of her cheating on me made my temper flare. I knew I haven't been the perfect husband, more like I didn't want to be the ideal husband, but cheating on me was too extreme.

I heaved a sigh, resting the cup on my lips and gulping down the hot liquid. It slowly burned down my throat and I swallowed hard. I was going to get rid of her anyway, why should I care?

"You've been silent for a while. What's going on in that little brain of yours?"Davon; a friend of mine asked, relaxing on the chair.

We had gone to the bar for a drink and discussed random issues. A sigh escaped my lips and I waved my hands in the air, ordering the Petite waiter for another drink.

"Nothing," I replied, watching the hot Blondie fill my cup.

"You ain't telling' me nothing. Your mood says it all, Ryan. What's wrong?" Davon asked, leaning closer, his brow raised I curiosity.

I exhaled slowly before I spoke,

"Just found out the lady my parents forced me to marry just cheated on me," I replied, the words tasting bitter to my lips.

He paused for a while, as if taking in all that I said and studying my facial expression.

"So, what're you gonna do to avoid it?" he asked.

"Divorce," I replied firmly. "I'm kicking her out of the house for good. I've been trying to get rid of her and I think this is the perfect opportunity."

"But, why are you skeptical about it?" he accused.

"What? Do I look skeptical?" I asked, my brow furrowed.

"You should have done it straight away. From what I see Ryan, you aren't sure if you want to send her away," he replied.

I rolled my eyes, rising on my feet, my temper flared. His words were like a punch to my gut. He was right, I was torn apart between sending her away and keeping her.

"I think this conversation is over. I have something to work on. Have a nice day, Davon," I replied dismissively, walking out on him.

I felt his eyes boring into my skin. If there was a flaw I struggled with, that would be not accepting the truth even if it was right In Front of me.

"Filthy rag," I murmured, climbing my Lamborghini and speeding off, my hand resting on my chin. From a distance, I could see the company my father built, the rays of the sun bouncing off its Italian window. It towered to the sky, and glad to say, it was one of the biggest companies this city had ever known.

I pulled up at the parking lot and got down, tracing my feet into the company. I slipped in through the transparent glass door, the air from the air conditioner brushing against my skin.

My gaze scanned across the hall and I could see the familiar emotion on all the workers' faces; fear.

I walked into my office with an arrogant stride, shutting the door and taking in the beauty of my office. The molded sculptural artifact.

From my office I could get a better view of the city below, a cup of coffee which was made by my secretary cradled in my hand. Despite how composed I looked, I was mentally unfit to be at work as my thoughts kept on drifting back to Isabella.

The shrill ringing of the office telephone jolted me out of my thoughts and I hissed loudly.

"Who the hell is that?" I groaned in annoyance. I tried to ignore the calls, but the caller seemed persistent. I moved over to the telephone and answered the call.

"Sir, Benjamin Sage is here. Should I let him in?" My secretary;Julie, asked.

I had forgotten that I invited Benjamin; My lawyer over to my office. He was going to deliver the divorce papers to me.

"Send him in," I replied, my voice grumpy.

A few minutes later, Benjamin walked in, the heels of his shoe echoing off the marble floor.

"Nice meeting you, Sir," he greeted, stretching his hand in my direction. I shot him a glare, and he recoiled his hand almost immediately. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Have a seat," I ordered, walking over to mine. He sat on his seat and just immediately, my secretary walked in with a cup of hot steaming chocolate coffee; Benjamin's favorite. He never stops telling me my firm's coffee was the best.

"Let's get straight to business, Shall we?" I proposed. After a long talk, he dipped his hand into his briefcase and dragged the neat white divorce papers out, placing it on my desk. I rummaged through my drawer and brought out a wad of cash. Just a gesture of appreciation.

"I'd got to get going. I'm running late," Benjamin said, rising on his feet and walking out of my office.

I stared at the divorce papers for a while, reading the contents. I didn't mind sharing what ever I had with Isabella, I would make double. As far as she was out of my life for good.

I rested my head on the desk, slowly falling asleep. A few moments later, I felt a gentle tap on my skin. Nobody was allowed into my office, not even my close friends. Who would dare walk into my office without my consent?

My eyes fluttered open and I raised my head, only for my gaze to meet Isabella's dark eyeballs. What was she doing here? How did she get access to my office?

"Dad asked me to check on you. We were worried why you …" the words barely left her lips when I interrupted almost rudely.

"You didn't have to come, Isabella," I said, my gaze shifting back to the wall clock. It was a few minutes past 9pm. Heck, I overslept.

"You can leave now!" I ordered, my voice leaving no room for argument. I could see the change in her mood, it was clearly written on her facial expression. I hated how she made me feel guilty by just staring at me.

She whirled around, walking out of my office without a word and slamming the door.

Isabella's point of view

I definitely knew this would be his reaction. He never wanted me anyways, there was no need getting emotional over his cold actions. I had kicked against the idea of checking up on him at his office, but my father in-law persuaded me.

"Why don't you send George?" I had asked, but George was busy with some project.

I walked down the alley, fear creeping down my spine as I noticed sudden movements in the dark. I felt the beating of my heart increase, and I scanned the desolate street.

I took a deep breath, increasing my pace, but I felt like I was being followed by someone lurking in the dark.

"You look beautiful," I heard a deep voice compliment. I turned around to see a haggard man, a cigarette hanging on his lips.

He advanced towards me and I tried running away from him, but he was fast enough to grab me, pinning me on the wall as his dirty fingers hovering around my face. Pervert!

"Let me go, Sir!" I begged, struggling to get off his grip. I couldn't even defend myself, all I did was mutter secret prayers. Tears rolled down my chin, but it wouldn't melt the man's grip.

His tongue flicked out and I could feel it rubbing on my skin, my heart sinking. I couldn't even defend myself.

"I love you," the man muttered, reaching for his belt while subduing me with his muscles and weight.

Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror and he fell to the ground writhing in pain, blood tickling from his head. I looked up to see Ryan, a grim look on his face as he asked,

"Did he touch you?" his voice grim. He held a dagger in his hand which explained why the Man was bleeding; Ryan stabbed the man.

"N…No," I replied, my lips quivering, my whole body trembling.

"You fucking lunatic!" the man yelled trying to rise on his feet. Ryan was fast enough to grab him by the throat, choking him.

"You don't dare get to touch her. She is mine!" he claimed ownership as if I was some sort of property. I thought he disliked me.

Ryan freed him from his grip and I watched the man stumble away like a scared dog.

"Get into the car, I'm not asking twice," Ryan ordered, his voice firm.

I swallowed hard, slowly retreating into the car. He climbed his ride and zoomed off, his gaze fixed on the road.

"T…thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He didn't even look at me, his lips folding into a thin line.

He reached for his briefcase, dragging out neatly folded papers and tossing it to my laps.

"Those are the divorce papers, sign them."