Chapter 8.

Days Later.

Blair's POV.

After doing nothing except watching TV all morning, I got ready to go to the hospital, my pills were running out already. I opened the door to go out and met someone I never expected to meet.

"Jesus Christ!!" We both shouted as we jolted in shock.

"Hey, why did you have to come out like a ghost?" Ivan said, catching his breath.

"This is my house and I didn't know you'd come." I replied sternly.

"Okay, Fine." He said.

"Why are you here?" I asked. Although I've missed him so much and I'm happy to see him, I'm gonna give him some attitude.

He put his hand in his pocket and brought out something and gave it to me. It was my hairpin.

"You forgot that at home. If you're gonna leave, leave properly, don't leave anything behind." He said, putting a dagger right into my heart.

"Thank you." I said and waited for him to go, but he didn't.

Wondering why he was still waiting I asked, "are you here to give me the divorce papers?"

"Oh, yes. About that, I'll give it to you later. For now come home, mom wants to see you. She'll kill me if I don't bring you home." He replied and I scoffed.

"So you're only here because mom wants me to come home?" I said.

"Of course. Why else will I be here?" He said and I went back into the house and shut the door.

What was I expecting from a man who doesn't love me? He'll never change. I waited to see if he'll knock, or at least say something, but he didn't. All I heard was his receding footsteps. I crouched down on the floor at my door and cried my heart out. I forgot my hairpin and he came to give it to me, telling me to leave completely. I asked for the divorce papers and he said he'll give it to me. He really wants to divorce me. He only came because mom wants to see me, he's not even sorry for what he did to me. Why the hell do I still love him? Move on, Blair, it can never work out between you two.

Ivan's POV.

I got into my car and punched the steering wheel. I hit my head on the steering wheel and just stayed there like that. Damn it, I messed up again. I'm a real jerk. Why did I say that to her? Those weren't what I intended to say to her. But that isn't enough reason for her to just walk in and shut the door on my face rudely, is it?

I heard a knock on my window and raised my head up to see my annoying friend smiling widely at me. Without waiting for my consent he went to the other side of the car, opened the door and sat comfortably in my car.

"Someone is trying to make up with his wife whom he's trying hard to deny his feelings for." Dan sang.

"Shut up, Dan." I said and he chuckled.

"So have you two made up?" He asked.

"Is that the first thing you should be saying to me today?" I asked and he smiled, looking at his wrist watch.

"Good afternoon, bro. Have you settled with your wife?" He said.

"Why are you just going to the office by this time?" I asked, trying to dodge his question.

"I'm sorry, bro. Why are you also going to the office by this time?" He said.

"I'm your boss." I said.

"I'm your best friend." He replied and I just want to punch this guy's face.

"So tell me, have you two settled?" He asked.

"No." I facepalmed myself.

"Why? What happened?" He asked and I explained everything to him and he burst out laughing. After laughing at me to his satisfaction, he pat my arm and said, "take heart, bro because at this rate, you'll never have a wife in this life." And I glared at him.

"What is your problem, Ivan? I.AM.SORRY; why is it so difficult for you to say it?" He scolded me.

"It's difficult to say." I said.

"It's not. It is difficult for you because of your pride. If you don't kill your pride, bro, things will keep going wrong. So kill your pride and save your marriage. If you lose Blair, you'll regret it because you'll never find any woman like her again. She loves you a lot." Dan replied and I sighed deeply.

"Get off." I said.

"What?" Dan asked in surprise.

"Get off, I have to get going. Dad called me so I have to go to the mansion." I replied and Dan smacked my arm.

"Why didn't you say so earlier instead of just asking me to get off?" He said.

"Hey, this is my car and I'm your boss." I reminded him.

"You're the King of Romance but you're not romantic in any way." He shook his head.

"I'm not gay so I definitely can't be romantic to you." I smirked.

"If I was gay I'll never date you even if you were the last man on earth. You're hopeless." He smirked.

"Get out." I hissed and he chuckled as he went out.

I chuckled too as I turned on the car. I'll never find any other friend like him. He's annoying, but he's the best.

Shortly, I arrived in my parents' mansion. "Hi, mom. Hi, dad." I greeted as I stepped into the living room.

"Who called him here?" Mom said, completely ignoring me.

"I did. I have some business matters to discuss with him." Dad replied.

"Carry on with him, I'll be in the bedroom." Mom said, standing up from the sofa she was sitting with Dad.

"Oh, come on, mom. Are you just gonna ignore me?" I pouted.

"Have you brought my daughter-in-law home?" Mom asked.

"No." I scratched the back of my head.

"Then I have no business with you." Mom said.

What the...did this woman forget that I'm her son?

"Mom, I'm the one you gave birth to, not Blair." I reminded her in case she forgot and she totally ignored me and went to her bedroom.

"Why haven't you brought your wife home?" Dad asked.

Oh, come on, dad, you too?

"I went to her apartment today but she shut the door in my face." I replied and he chuckled.

"If I were her, I'd do the same too. You deserved it, Ivan. You messed up." Dad replied.

Oh, God, no one is helping matters. Will I survive like this if everyone keeps blaming and scolding me?

Blair's POV.

Doctor Cynthia was handing me my pills but paused halfway and asked instead, "how are you holding up, Blair?"

"I'm doing great." I smiled.

"You're lying. I'm a psychiatrist and I can tell that you're lying." She frowned.

"Let's have our therapy session now." She said, dropping my pills back on her table.

"How about we do it when next we meet. I promise we'll do it by then." I replied.

"That's what you've been saying for years now and have never done it." She said and I smiled awkwardly.

"Blair, you can't keep relying on pills. You need therapy. Don't you want to be free from this?" She said.

"It's not that easy, doc." I sighed.

"I know, but you got to try." She replied.

"You're strong, Blair. I'm rooting for you." She cheered me and I smiled.

She's another blessing in my life. She's been a great support to me all through the years.

She gave me my pills with a smile and began counseling me. I just hope I can climb off this mountain in my life soon.