THE INTENDED

"I want a divorce" My husband spoke with as much emotion as a dildo would. None. Not that I actually blamed the poor soul. It wasn't every day that one met up with their estranged wife. Matter of fact, I could count the number of times I had met said husband. "Hmm" I hummed in agreement, not seeing any reason why we had to waste time on the issue." I want him for weekends and anytime I am around, It's about time we actually started our lives" I declared, as he nodded in response from the couch. "Also, I think we should keep the process quiet until the divorce is finalized," Greg added his two cents while he glared at the plush rug in his home. His face always wore a mask of indifference for some reason. Not that I actually ever saw him looking happy or anything really. Scratch that, we did not know each other well enough to even know what the other truly looked like when they wore emotions other than indifference. "Right, of course," I murmured. We wouldn't want to tarnish his pristine family name now, would we? Matter of fact, I was still perturbed about how he came to the divorce conclusion. Always thought that pretty boy did not have the guts to go that far. It's a miracle how we have stayed a good six years in marriage. "Do you need anything from.... "He trailed with some semblance of shame or whatever that was in his voice. " If you mean do I want a share of your property or anything remotely yours, then the answer is no, sweetheart," I stated. I hated rich people, the audacity they had was too much at times. Guess they did not know when it came time to apply either decency or audacity. "I just meant that Carson might..." he stuttered, looking uncomfortable. Which dare I say, was the weirdest emotion I have seen on him. The Greg I knew was confident and straight to the point. He didn't have time to stutter or whatever that was. "f**k off Gregory". I was very petty and always ready to deliver. I bet Gregory hated his full name because his jaws clenched reasonably in response. "Can I see my son now please?" I all but ground out, getting irritated now. I was tired of this stupid conversation and could not wait to leave this place. Greg sighed as though he was questioning his entire existence. Which, for the life of me, I found funny and snorted at. "He's in his room, you still remember which one, right?" He taunted. Okay, I probably deserved that. I didn't bother with a response as I made my way up the stupid freight of stairs. How rich people wanted houses they could not fully occupy was beyond me. The house was a two-story building with five bedrooms. The first floor was an entire wing dedicated to the couple of the house, well... Greg and I, that was. It apparently was the initial idea, while Carson and every sibling that followed after him would occupy the second floor. That dream never saw the life of day, of course. Carson's room was the picture of every boy's room, with light blue wallpaper and other colorful stuff. The little man slept soundly in his bed, looking like the innocent soul he was. His brown curls covered most of his face, but I could still see my nose poking out of his little face. The child looked annoyingly like the father, like Greg screwed himself and had a kid. Not that I didn't appreciate Gregory's genes. The man was a looker, he could pull both men and women alike. Everyone wanted to either screw the man or be him. Which got me to question how I ended up getting married to said man... Oh wait, we had a one-night and I stupidly got pregnant for him. It was the worst yet best mistake I ever made in my twenty-nine years of existence. And I have made a lot of them. Worst being, I was tied to Gregory Hart of all people for the rest of my life. The best being, God blessed me with the most special thing I could ever ask for. Carson. It wasn't easy when I was pregnant. I was sick for the better part of the pregnancy, but once the doctor handed me that ugly pink human, my heart just knew that I could do it a thousand times over and not regret a single thing. I sat on the bed next to Carson and just took my son in. If there was one thing I regretted these past six years, it was that I did not spend time with my son. God knew I could count the number of times I saw the boy in his entire six years. I was not a bad mother. Just probably the worst mother around. Carson was conceived at a time when I had just signed a two-year deal with the ship. I worked as a travel physio therapist on ships and I loved my job. I got to see so much of the world while doing what I loved. But because of that stupid time, I went out on deck to party with friends and ended up in Greg's bed the next day. It could have been just like any other one-night stand except a few weeks later I found out I was knocked up. And curse the gods, it was my fate that when i fainted it was while said guy was dining with his then girlfriend. Honestly, had it not been that he was the first to receive the news of our fruit, I would only have been too happy to keep the news to myself. Matter of fact, he would never have known the kid even existed if his vacation was not for the whole month. Fast-forward Greg had us married the next day as his family would not have a child out of wedlock. Greg had his family reasons for getting married and preserving the family name to the public... but me? I can not for the life of me understand why I even agreed to the whole thing. Greg had my contract terminated and, unfortunately for him, I found out, and all hell broke out. For the duration of my pregnancy, I only saw my husband when it was time to deliver. And after that, I had him renew my contract and left the baby with him. For six years, I only ever saw my son during holidays and the other two times I had to attend a public meeting as Mrs Hart. When the family needed my public appearance, I was retrieved from whatever ship I was on from whatever sea it was and attended without fail. Honestly, it was more of a contract even without the signature of assets. He had the money, and he sure made use of it. Greg and I knew absolutely nothing about each other. I'm not sure if I even knew his middle name or if he even had one. I wondered if he had me checked out before he married me. Because if he did, he would know that he and Carson were my only surviving family. Heck, he was my emergency contact. My lack of family is probably the only reason I never considered abortion. Carson rarely saw his mom, but I spoke to him every chance I got. In a sick way. It was for me to keep myself sane from the guilt that came with leaving an infant with people I did not even know. He was my life and the only thing that kept me grounded. The only reason why I am still wearing my wedding band to this day. In a way, I was grateful to Greg. I would probably never say it to his face, but I'm thankful to him for raising our son. He never denied me rights or stuff like that, no matter how late I came to a birthday party. Greg and I did not love each other, but we were civil. Heck, if it weren't for Carson I would wonder if we even had emotions. A matter of fact, I have never slept with my husband. The only time we were intimate was when we made Carson.