You Won't Divorce Me?

Patricia's POV,

"What? You won't divorce me?" My eyes widened in shock and I thought my ears had failed me. It felt like a ticking time bomb had finally exploded in my head because what the hell? Wouldn't he be happy to divorce me? When I heard it the first time, I thought it was a joke but he wasn't joking.

"I will never divorce you, Patricia. I will never give you what you want, you pathetic bitch!" He raised his voice at me, and he made a move to call security before the bodyguards that came with me walked in. I watched the spark that was initially in his eyes, full of spite, diminish.

"You will sign these divorce papers Henry, you will." I said harshly, hiding how tensed I was by his reaction.

"I don't care what you say, just get out of my office. I can't believe an unstable woman like you is out and about, disturbing the peace of everyone. How did you even come out?I will alert the prison–"

"You framed me! I will never let this go!" My voice almost cut as I cried out in agony. How far was he willing to go?

"I'm not unstable and you know it, even if you never admit it. Now that I'm out, you will never know peace. Wherever you're hiding that crazy bitch you screwed me over with, tell her to watch her back, because I would make her life a living hell!" My eyes brewed with heavy anger and fury.

"Patricia, leave us alone. Just stay away!" He looked at me dejectedly but I wasn't having it.

"After taking my company? You must be out of your mind. Stand on guard, and watch me take it back from you!"

I left the spare divorce papers on his desk and walked out angrily, unable to control the way my heart was leaping in and out of my chest, going completely haywire. I wanted to cry and wail. He wouldn't even divorce me?

Still fuming, I needed a distraction to feel better. Seeing the stares and hearing the side talks by my old employees, I walked out of the large building and zoomed off with Liam's bodyguards.

He had asked me to come see him at his company so he could introduce me to his board of directors for work and I agreed that today would be fine with me. I had been trying to make things happen, arranging my new penthouse to my taste and trying to gather allies so I couldn't give a fuck about what he wanted. Yes, he got me out of prison and all but I needed a break, okay? It's not like I was playing or wasting time being idle.

I thought Henry would agree and I would go to Liam's company next in high spirits but Henry decided to act crazy, didn't he? I would fuck him up so bad he would wish he never met me.

Winding up at the company, I placed a call, waiting on him to pick up so I would know my next move. He didn't pick up on the first ring, but he called me back almost immediately.

"Trisha, are you free?" The deep baritone of his voice reverberated across my eardrums and it melted me. It was like music to my ears and a smile adorned my face. Mid realizing, I slapped it away. What was that? Gosh.

"Yes I am. I'm waiting for you." I stated plainly as I sat like a queen at the back of a new car I just bought.

"Wait, you're at the company?" His voice was filled with panic and urgency for some reason.

"Why? I shouldn't be here?"

"No, not that. It's just –okay, can you please come to the mansion, please? I'm not at the office right now."

His ragged breaths were sending me. He sounded like he just completed a marathon.

"Are you okay?" I asked, puzzled.

"Yes, just come." He was trying to calm down, but he didn't sound calm at all. I really wondered what the issue was but I decided not to honor his invitation.

"You know I told you I'm not interested in being in your mansion. If you're not at the office, then we can see some other time–"

"Stop being so difficult, will you? Just listen to me for once." He cursed under his breath and he sounded pissed, the hot type of pissed, like if I was there, he would reward me for being naughty.

Oh shut up Trisha!

I rolled my eyes at the way he said it. It was commanding but it managed to do little things to my mind. Actually, I had been dying to see him and now that we had established that I wouldn't need to live with him, I couldn't wait to see him again. Just to see his face, really.

"Okay, I'm on my way now."

"I'll be expecting you. See you later Trisha."

Ugh. I would never get used to the way he said my name. My chauffeur turned the car and we were on the move to his mansion. It was unusual for him to not be at work at this time and with the way he sounded, something was definitely wrong.

It was the first time I've ever been to his mansion. Everyone knew where he lived, but no one dared to go and check it out. The man screamed wealth, affluence and fear. I mean, I should be fucking scared of him. Patricia, don't end up putting yourself in trouble with your stubbornness.

His mansion was amazing, for lack of better words and it was your typical, but it looked like something he would design, something he would own. I was a bit impressed but I hid it as I came down of the car and took slow strides towards the entrance. The large, clearly heavy door opened up immediately as if it was sensitive to waves so I walked in.

After standing in his living room for what felt like a millisecond, I heard his voice from wherever he was, asking me to walk further in. When I did, my eyes locked with his, but he was shirtless and cooking in the kitchen.

My gaze fell on his chest and for a second there, I couldn't look away. My eyes betrayed me in the worst ways as they locked on his hardened, hot fucking dripping chest. I wanted to run my hands through them so bad.

"Trisha?" His voice shook me out of my reverie and words couldn't even describe how embarrassed I felt in that moment because it's clear he knew what was running through my mind.

"What are you doing!" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"Making lunch. take a seat already." He made a gesture towards one of the kitchen stools below the counter.

"Yeah, but why?" I just couldn't understand what was happening.

"Aren't you hungry?" He had a slight grin on his face as he eyed the length of me.

"I am a little famished but still–"

"Then take a seat and quit whining. Tell me about your day. How did it go with Henry?"