CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE GET SWAYED

　　DAHILA

　　"Yes a divorce," he repeated into my ears and I felt weak.

　　Why would he file for a divorce? What's so wrong that he's already filing for a divorce? But I'm right here. But I want to see him. But I want to be with him. But I miss him. Can't we talk things out first before he goes to another level of his life?

　　Maybe Natalie must have made him do something like that.

　　I stood up from my chair, "Sit down," I heard him say, "Sit so we can talk things out. Okay? I mean, we still have an unfinished celebration right in front of us." He said chuckling.

　　"Take me home, Zee Lord," I said, the words trembling from my lips. "Take me home, or else…"

　　Zee Lord's smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. He moved closer to me, his hand reaching out and grasping my wrist. His grip was like a vice, the pain shooting up my arm.

　　"Take me home." I mumbled again.

　　"Home? This is your home Dahila, I thought we already talked about this."