The Lycan's Redemption

Signing The Divorce Papers

/Celeste's POV/

“Sign those papers,” Maximus dropped a stack of papers on the bed, I looked up at my husband, trying to wonder what the paper was without opening it to see it, but just as usual, his face remained unreadable even after being married to him for two years. I still can't read him. His unnerving eyes people find intimidating, which I found comforting.

“Max, what are they?” I asked softly while reaching over to touch his hands. I'd always known he was not good at physical touch, but I felt an arrow pierce my chest while he moved out of my reach and looked down at me with so much hatred that contrasted the usual kind of gaze I always get.

“ Have you lost your ability to read? Have you? Can't you read the goddamn papers?” He growled at me, I shifted back uncomfortably, wondering where this attitude was coming from, I know my husband doesn't do feelings but I also know that he's in control of his emotions and he hardly reacts to things, I used to think he can't feel and I learned how the live with it. With my trembling hands and erratic pounding heart, I reached for the papers and opened them, the first sentence I read got me dropping the papers as it cut me.

“Honey, these are divorce papers? Are you mistaken?” I questioned, hoping he was mistaken, and he brought one of his client's divorce letters home.

“If you went through the sheets, and you comprehended all that was written there, with the intended names there, you will know that I'm not mistaken, so sign the papers, so I can take my leave,” He replied impatiently while glaring at me but the calm, collected look in his face didn’t change despite all what he was saying.

“Did I do anything wrong? Sweetheart tell me what I did. Is this a prank?” I questioned, not believing what I was seeing. Max and I are not your usual couples that are in love, but we tolerate each other. In our case, I stupidly fell in love with him, hoping he would do the same to me.

“You think I have the whole time in the world to play a prank on you? How important do you consider yourself? Dear wife and soon-to-be ex-wife, I'll give you a few hours to go through the papers, I expect them signed tonight when I come back,” He spat venomously while moving out of my reach completely and taking his usual long strides like he did not just end my life a few seconds ago.

I was not a bit worried about any side chick or maybe a rival because I knew my husband was not capable of feeling anything, but I had my plans to change him, I would make sure I made him fall in love with me. Although I know the main reason he decided to marry me was because he knew I needed health insurance, I was so stupid to think that his kind gesture towards me was love even when I had that underlying feeling that it was for his benefit and he didn’t deny it.

I fondled the papers again, my eyes skimming through every part of the words, but I stopped when I saw his reason for divorce and a picture of him and a very pretty lady standing together and posing for the picture since when I had known Maximus Adonis King, I’ve never seen him smile. I scoffed while tears filled my orbs to the brim, I could not help but release them all, while drowning the sheets with my tears, at a point, I could not see anything written on the paper so I dropped them and let out a loud sob without bothering to cover my mouth.

“So all I am to him was just a replacement, someone to fill in for the broken part of his heart, till his ex realizes her mistake and comes back to him?? To think I was making an effort to make him fall in love with me, I thought he was just incapable of loving, I did not know his love was not directed towards me,” I sobbed louder, trying to muffle my screams with my hands but not being able to mend the shattering of my heart or stop them from breaking further.

“I need to pack my stuff and get out of this house, I need to leave, it's another level of humiliation if he meets me here. I hope he rots in hell with his stupid ex,” I wished while going over to our shared bedroom he never sleeps in, I took in the White and Grey themed room, the memories of our wedding night embedded in my head, I remembered how gentle he was with me, even if I could see that it was hurting him not to move so fast and thrust into me.

“Or could it be that he wants to divorce me because I haven't conceived?? That could be a possible reason, but how can that be my fault when he uses protection almost all the time, claiming we are not ready for parenthood.” I reasoned while throwing the outfits I bought with my money, which were little to nothing. After all, I was just a waitress when he asked me to marry him.

After shoving everything I owned into the measly suitcase he sent to pack my kinds of stuff before our wedding night, I could not help the fat rolls of tears that fell again, I slid down the wall and wailed bitterly, thinking of how I was supposed to pick up my life again, do I go back to being a waitress in the same restaurant I used to be? How humiliating could this get?

“Tring Tring,” The sound of my ringtone halted my train of thought, I looked at the displayed name on the screen, and a scowl formed on my face, I decided against picking it not wanting to give him the satisfaction that I was angry or crying.

“What do you want? Have you not done enough? Or do you want to rub it on my face again that I was just a replacement for you??” I yelled, picking up the call after several rings.

“I know you are planning on leaving, so you can move on with your life. You should check the bedside table. I kept three envelopes filled with cash. They should be enough to get you situated in whatever place you want to go,” He informed me, I scoffed while aggressively rubbing my eyes in an attempt to wipe off the almost dried tears.

“Thank you, dear husband, ex-husband-to-be, is that what you expect me to say?? You don't know what you've caused upon yourself. Go to hell with your miserable cash and money and your ex, I hope you get your heart broken the second time.” I raged and hung up before flinging the phone to the bed.

“I won't stoop so low to take his money, to hell with him. What do I do?” I pondered while walking around the room, trying to think of the next step to take, calling my family is out of it since I have none.

I have no friends either, the only reaction I get from people when I'm with Max or when they realize that I'm Max's wife is fear. They all scoot further away from me when they see him, so friends are not an option.

“Step one, sign those goddamn forsaken papers,” I said to myself while dragging my suitcase outside, knowing there is a possibility that I will be sleeping on the street but I don't give two f***s as long as I'm out of this place.

I paused after seeing the picture again, it was as if all my emotions were caught in a whirlwind of sadness and pain. My fragile heart of glass shattered into a million pieces and I felt like I was going to die. Every beat felt heavy, each breath a reminder of an ache deep within.

“What do I do next?” I asked myself after signing the papers and writing a big f**k YOU on the front page, I know it's childish but I don't give a damn.

“Axel!!! How could you forget Him?” My subconscious scolded, while my brain quickly conjured an image of a 6’1 ft handsome man with a permanent scowl etched on his lips and his always sleek black hair, I quickly searched my pocket for my phone.

“Where the f**k is that device?” I snapped while lying all over my body but not still able to get my mind off it, I opened the suitcase and checked it again while scattering all the clothes on the floor.

“Oh, I guess I’m losing my memory as well,” I mumbled before going to the room to pick up the phone I flung to the bed.

“Stupid motherfucking man, I hate him.” I stomp my foot on the ground while trying to cuss him out in all possible ways I can ever think of, I remembered what I was supposed to do so I looked at the name Axel displayed on my screen.

“Thank God I saved the number.” I yipped internally knowing the person I wanted to call would come through for me, I don’t know how he feels toward me now knowing that I married Maximus Kings, but he was crazily infatuated with me, promising me everything I could ever dream of, but as usual, many people don’t fall in love with people who likes them.

“I hope he still uses this number, and I also pray he will recognize me when he hears my voice,” I wished before dialing his number.

“Axel Remington, who am I speaking with?” A gravelly voice that I recognized well answered the phone after two rings, my heart flipped twice before I could find my voice.

“Hi Axel, it’s Celeste Chase. I need your help.” I admitted, his sharp intake of breath and the creaking sound of a chair filtered into my ears, my hands grew clammy while I waited for the confirmation of my name recognition.

“Hi Celeste, are you okay? Did your husband hurt you? Do you need me to come and get you?” He fired up questions, my breath became stable after knowing that I didn’t need to explain who I was to him.

“Yes, I need a huge favour from you, and I fear that it will be too much of a request to ask from you,” I confessed.

“There is nothing that will ever be too much for you to ask me, so fire on your question, from the urgency of your voice, I can detect that you need me to come and pick you up, isn’t it?” He questioned.

“Yes, but I need to get out of the country latest tomorrow morning. Could you arrange a flight for me? I will pay you every dime back when I get situated in the country.” I pleaded, hoping he was going to say yes because he is my only ticket to a new life.

“Okay, can you stay where you are? I will come and get you now, I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He grunted out and immediately hung up.

“Does he even realize the fact that he did not ask me anything? About where I am or something?” I questioned myself, and I decided against calling him to test his words, he. He would call me back when he realized that he did not ask.

“Beep Beep.” I heard a car honk outside. I was going to check it out when my phone interrupted me and the name displayed Axel.

“Hey, I’m outside, let’s be on our way. ” He rushed out and hung up before I could ask how. I dragged down the suitcase and looked back at the house I used to live in, without another word, I slipped out of the gate and spotted a shiny black car.

“Holy f**k, this guy is loaded,” I mumbled.

“Will you get inside or miss your flight?” His perfect chalky teeth shone at me.