Chapter 3: Revelations

"Are you okay?" Devra asked when she noticed the look of surprise on Darion's face. She didn't know what was going on in his mind but she could tell that he was doing quite a lot of thinking. 

As if to answer her question, Darion attempted to stand up. He really didn't know what took hold of him momentarily but he did attempted to stand but then painfully fell to the floor. Devra was disgusted! What was wrong with him? Did his insanity and ignorance lead him into believing that he could walk? Devra wondered with a frown on her face as she regarded the struggling man on the floor right in front of her. For a moment there she actually believed that he wanted to hug her! What a joke…

"I was…. I just wanted to…" Darion breathed heavily as he struggled to regain the comfort of his wheelchair.

"You just what?" She snapped impatiently. "You're just a pathetic joke really. Look at you, you can't even stand let alone handle anything else." 

"Come, help me back to my chair.." Darion spoke again.

"Help you? What exactly were you thinking when you stood up?" She asked in annoyance. "Summon the strength you used just a while ago and get back into your chair." With that, she turned to her desk once more. She pulled out her cheque book and immediately began to write with her brows furrowed in concentration. Soon enough, she finished what she was writing and then tossed the cheque towards Darion.

Darion momentarily paused his struggling when his eyes caught the piece of paper. "What's this?" He asked in confusion as he stared at the paper in disbelief.

"What? You've gone blind now too?" She replied with sarcasm and her words dripping with venom. "That's a cheque for ten million dollars you have there. You can leave to wherever you normally hide every month and even better, that cheque is your ticket out of here. I'm calling for divorce!"

It was as if Darion was dreaming. He could not believe what he was hearing. What exactly was she saying? Did he not hear her clearly? "You, you're really going through with this divorce?" He managed to ask.

"Of course I am!" She exclaimed. "I'm tired of this whole thing. Whatever this is, this isn't a marriage and I want it to end now!"

Darion was shocked to the core. Out of different scenarios that came to his head while he approached her this morning, this was something he wasn't expecting at all. His eyes went down again to the ten million dollar cheque in his hand. This was a lot of money but he really wasn't expecting her to throw this much at him. His stay with the Hays family had made him well aware of the family's traditions. He knew that as tradition, all the new adults of the Hays family were given ten million dollars as start up and he knew that this was the same money Devra had thrown to him.

While this money was next to nothing compared with the billion dollar enterprise which Devra had painstakingly built, he was also aware that her grandmother, the cruel and harsh Lady Orlena in her schemes had swallowed up and secured all of Devra's rightful asserts for her brother Gary. Darion knew that right now, Devra needed this money even more than he did, but she was throwing it away without a second thought, a testament to how badly she wanted to get rid of him.

"Devra, you really don't have to do this…" Darion said, while resuming his struggles to get up. While did so, he felt a tingling sensation in his legs but was quick to ignore it given his present predicament. "Please Devra, this really isn't necessary." He pleaded.

"Not necessary huh?" She scoffed. "Well, I've had it! You should get out. I think you should leave now. Stay out of my life for good. I'll get the divorce papers, you just wait to sign them."

"What? Where would I even go now?" He asked without expecting a reply to her question.

"Probably back to your mistress that's for sure." Devra answered all the same. "I don't care about where you'll go to. All I want is that you leave!" She almost yelled out the last words.

Darion could see that she wasn't playing around and at this point, to argue would be futile. He sighed in defeat before speaking again. "Please give me just a day to get things in order and then I'll leave." 

"A day?" She spat out angrily. "I've given you the money. Go, get a hotel room if you don't want to return to your mistress. But whatever you do, just leave… We can't be together again. The shame, the mockery and the contempt from my family is just too much." With that, she turned towards the door.

"Devra, Devra wait… Devra!" He called frantically after her but she left the room without looking back. 

Darion was devastated. He couldn't believe his life had taken quite a dramatic turn in the last couple of hours. A thousand thoughts coursed through his head and the must shocking out of all that was the fact fate had brought him back to the lady he saved all those years ago and he was only realizing it when she was set to dump him. 

Darion unconsciously squeezed the cheque in his hand with his knuckles turning white from the strain. There were a lot of things he needed to do but first, he had to get up, or at least back into his wheel chair. He reached out again and mistakenly hit a flower vase, sending it to the ground where it shattered into pieces.

In another room, Devra's mother, Mistress Patricia Hays heard the commotion in her daughters study and hurried there to find out the source of the noise. Even as she hurried towards the study, a deep frown etched on her facial features as she immediately assumed it would be Darion!

Mistress Patricia pushed the door open and entered with her mind already thinking of a whole lot of things she'd say to the cripple. The Mistress however stopped in her tracks when she beheld what was happening within. There at the center of the room stood Darion MacTavish tall and strong on his legs with his body exuding an immensely powerful aura!…..

"Are you okay?" Devra asked when she noticed the look of surprise on Darion's face. She didn't know what was going on in his mind but she could tell that he was doing quite a lot of thinking. 

As if to answer her question, Darion attempted to stand up. He really didn't know what took hold of him momentarily but he did attempted to stand but then painfully fell to the floor. Devra was disgusted! What was wrong with him? Did his insanity and ignorance lead him into believing that he could walk? Devra wondered with a frown on her face as she regarded the struggling man on the floor right in front of her. For a moment there she actually believed that he wanted to hug her! What a joke…

"I was…. I just wanted to…" Darion breathed heavily as he struggled to regain the comfort of his wheelchair.

"You just what?" She snapped impatiently. "You're just a pathetic joke really. Look at you, you can't even stand let alone handle anything else." 

"Come, help me back to my chair.." Darion spoke again.

"Help you? What exactly were you thinking when you stood up?" She asked in annoyance. "Summon the strength you used just a while ago and get back into your chair." With that, she turned to her desk once more. She pulled out her cheque book and immediately began to write with her brows furrowed in concentration. Soon enough, she finished what she was writing and then tossed the cheque towards Darion.

Darion momentarily paused his struggling when his eyes caught the piece of paper. "What's this?" He asked in confusion as he stared at the paper in disbelief.

"What? You've gone blind now too?" She replied with sarcasm and her words dripping with venom. "That's a cheque for ten million dollars you have there. You can leave to wherever you normally hide every month and even better, that cheque is your ticket out of here. I'm calling for divorce!"

It was as if Darion was dreaming. He could not believe what he was hearing. What exactly was she saying? Did he not hear her clearly? "You, you're really going through with this divorce?" He managed to ask.

"Of course I am!" She exclaimed. "I'm tired of this whole thing. Whatever this is, this isn't a marriage and I want it to end now!"

Darion was shocked to the core. Out of different scenarios that came to his head while he approached her this morning, this was something he wasn't expecting at all. His eyes went down again to the ten million dollar cheque in his hand. This was a lot of money but he really wasn't expecting her to throw this much at him. His stay with the Hays family had made him well aware of the family's traditions. He knew that as tradition, all the new adults of the Hays family were given ten million dollars as start up and he knew that this was the same money Devra had thrown to him.

While this money was next to nothing compared with the billion dollar enterprise which Devra had painstakingly built, he was also aware that her grandmother, the cruel and harsh Lady Orlena in her schemes had swallowed up and secured all of Devra's rightful asserts for her brother Gary. Darion knew that right now, Devra needed this money even more than he did, but she was throwing it away without a second thought, a testament to how badly she wanted to get rid of him.

"Devra, you really don't have to do this…" Darion said, while resuming his struggles to get up. While did so, he felt a tingling sensation in his legs but was quick to ignore it given his present predicament. "Please Devra, this really isn't necessary." He pleaded.

"Not necessary huh?" She scoffed. "Well, I've had it! You should get out. I think you should leave now. Stay out of my life for good. I'll get the divorce papers, you just wait to sign them."

"What? Where would I even go now?" He asked without expecting a reply to her question.

"Probably back to your mistress that's for sure." Devra answered all the same. "I don't care about where you'll go to. All I want is that you leave!" She almost yelled out the last words.

Darion could see that she wasn't playing around and at this point, to argue would be futile. He sighed in defeat before speaking again. "Please give me just a day to get things in order and then I'll leave." 

"A day?" She spat out angrily. "I've given you the money. Go, get a hotel room if you don't want to return to your mistress. But whatever you do, just leave… We can't be together again. The shame, the mockery and the contempt from my family is just too much." With that, she turned towards the door.

"Devra, Devra wait… Devra!" He called frantically after her but she left the room without looking back. 

Darion was devastated. He couldn't believe his life had taken quite a dramatic turn in the last couple of hours. A thousand thoughts coursed through his head and the must shocking out of all that was the fact fate had brought him back to the lady he saved all those years ago and he was only realizing it when she was set to dump him. 

Darion unconsciously squeezed the cheque in his hand with his knuckles turning white from the strain. There were a lot of things he needed to do but first, he had to get up, or at least back into his wheel chair. He reached out again and mistakenly hit a flower vase, sending it to the ground where it shattered into pieces.

In another room, Devra's mother, Mistress Patricia Hays heard the commotion in her daughters study and hurried there to find out the source of the noise. Even as she hurried towards the study, a deep frown etched on her facial features as she immediately assumed it would be Darion!

Mistress Patricia pushed the door open and entered with her mind already thinking of a whole lot of things she'd say to the cripple. The Mistress however stopped in her tracks when she beheld what was happening within. There at the center of the room stood Darion MacTavish tall and strong on his legs with his body exuding an immensely powerful aura!…..