Divorced
1037 Words
The cool night breeze and the stars that lit up the night. All these, Wendy seemed oblivious to as she whistled and packed her belongings into a black box.
Earlier that day, it never crossed her mind that it would be her last time in the house. It still felt unreal to her as she packed her stuff.
She knew her whistling was unladylike, but she didn't care, it helped to lighten her sad heart. Daniel was totally her kind of man, but she married him not because he was her type, but because he was her only option of investigating her parent's car accident.
Dressed in black outfits, she held her box and stood in front of her bed, taking one last look at it. A piece of paper with a pen rested in the middle of her bed-the divorce paper. She had signed them. Sitting next to the paper is an expensive diamond watch that cost well beyond one million. It was her farewell gift to Daniel.
“It's time to take over Rose Group and be a boss,” she spoke into her phone with a smirk. Her voice sounded cold and calm, it wasn't like her usual way of talking.
“Yes, boss,” a male's voice came through.
She flicked her wild hair as she walked in style, more like a boss out of her room. She was forgetting about that life and moving on to the path she should have once gone to.
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The jiggling of keys and the slight creaking that came from the door was the only thing Daniel could make out as he entered into his house. It was oddly quiet, and the lights were turned off. That was enough to raise his suspicion.
There were no signs of his maids, not even his butler, and then, Wendy. Right, Wendy. His senses shot up in alert as he remembered. She had spoken about divorcing him last night. Could it be that she had left?
He walked to the stairs, attempting to arrange his black hair that showed he didn't sleep at home.
He walked through the stairs and made turns until he arrived in front of a wooden door. Without making an attempt for a knock, he swung the door open.
The air mixed with Wendy's scent, followed by the poorly lit room, greeted Daniel. His face furrowed in confusion as his eyes skimmed over the room. Did she actually mean what she said the other night?
He heaved a deep sigh as he walked further into the room. Small streaks of light streamed in from behind the curtains, aiding him in his steps.
Approaching the curtains, his eyes caught sight of a paper and a small box on the bed. “What did you leave this time?” he spoke to himself.
His eyebrows slightly furrowed as he looked over the contents of the paper. He could only believe its content when he saw the scribbled signature on the paper. It was real. She had signed the divorce papers he had once processed.
A snort escaped his lips. She had given up too easily.
He moved further to pick the small box on the neatly arranged bed, and his face became void of every emotion when he read the name attached to the small box. With shaky hands, he tore the box and held the watch in his hands.
A diamond watch? He knew this watch cost a lot of money. How could she afford to get him something like this? His mind was in disarray.
He needed answers, and so he reached into his pocket and made a futile search for his phone. He rushed out of the room, shouting his butler's name.
“Could you place a call to Wendy? Right now!” he instructed, the moment his butler appeared in front of him.
Everything seemed more fishy when Wendy answered the call on the first ring and didn't sound like she was having a fit of crying spree.
“Wendy.” He snatched the phone from his butler and walked toward his room.
“Daniel? Is-”
He interrupted, “no time for formalities, send me your bank details, and you'll get fifty million as compensation.”
A sneer was what he heard before the line went dead. He hissed in annoyance as he stared at the screen of the phone. Didn't she need the money? Why would she have ended the call? He dialed the number repeatedly until he got to his room, but the call remained unanswered.
His steps altered as his eyes caught sight of he and Wendy's wedding gift worth over a hundred million staring right back at him from his bed. Wasn't she supposed to take it along?
He threw his phone on the bed and stood akimbo. He didn't know what to think anymore. Hadn't she married him for his money? But, why was she getting him gifts all of a sudden, and even refusing to take the wedding gift she needed more?
He gritted his teeth and ran his hand over his hair. The only plausible explanation of all these was, she was probably not after his money. His heart pounded with guilt. He had no iota of feelings for her, but then, he knew he had treated her badly.
He had only seen her as a weak nurse that agreed to a marriage contract because of his money. Now, his mind was telling him otherwise.
Why then did she get married to him? Or was she trying to play smart to make him believe she didn't need his money?
Beads of sweat unconsciously broke out on his face. At this point, he couldn't explain the way he was feeling. He moved closer toward his brown sofa opposite the room and slumped into it.
He sat there, unmoving, for what felt like an exaggerated number of hours, thinking about Wendy's act. He unconsciously reached for his phone and dialed Wendy's number again. Not only that, but he needed a lot of explanation. The call ended with the same result as earlier.
Never in his life had Wendy occupied his mind for a long amount of time.
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