Divorced And Married To The Wrong Twin

Chapter 2 - Divorce

MIRA

I halted, my hands tightening on the railings. I would be a liar if I claimed I didn’t expect this. It was inevitable. Our bond shattered the moment Jason gave up the ghost.

But I didn’t expect Roman to initiate the breakup. What right did he have to do that? Absolutely none. I was the one who was cheated on. I was the one who lost her child while her husband was banging his secretary. I was the miserable and pathetic one. How could he let go now? Couldn’t he be a bit optimistic like I was? That we could still work things out. That this was just a phase that would pass.

Call me crazy, but the only response I could think of in that situation was laughter. I burst into a peal of laughter, startling him.

Still laughing, I turned. “You’re joking, Roman,” I said, glancing into his eyes. There were moist glints in them, but I couldn’t decipher what they were. Guilt, empathy, pride, or pain?

“I’m not, Mira,” he countered. “I’m not comfortable around you anymore. Your stare makes me uncomfortable. It always reminds me of how despicable I am.” His tone held insincerity, even though his words made it seem like he was taking the blame.

I stopped laughing and stared at him briefly.

I scoffed, rubbing the nape of my neck to suppress my emotions. “So, you think discarding me when I need you the most is the right thing to do?” There was a brief pause. “Aren’t you being selfish… again?”

“Yes, I am,” he asserted, nodding. His lips pursed for a moment. “Yes, Mira. I’m being selfish, but we can’t keep pretending I didn’t cause our son’s death. I… I can’t,” his voice trailed off, shaking slightly. “I can’t. The sight of you reminds me of him every f*****g—”

“Then ask for forgiveness,” I snapped, interrupting him. My fingers raked through my hair as I let out a breath. “Beg me. Beg him. I might still forgive you if you’re sincere about it.” My breathing deepened. If I hadn’t exhausted my tears, I would have broken down, and for once, I was glad I couldn’t cry anymore.

A deafening silence overtook the room for a few seconds. In that moment, our eyes met, and something shifted in his. Though I couldn’t tell what it was, I knew it wasn’t anything good.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, he leaned his head back for a moment, then raised it again. “I don’t want to beg you,” he said softly… so softly that no one would have guessed the damage the statement caused within me.

“Wh… what?” My face contorted in confusion. Roman was never a joker. When did he become one?

“I don’t want to repeat myself, Mira. You heard me right,” he asserted, his face free of guilt and pain. His eyes darted over me like I was the reason his whole world had crumbled. “I don’t want to live pathetically every day while trying to make up for my son’s death. So let’s just end things and move on.”

A snort crept out of my mouth, the kind that revealed how miserable you felt without saying a word. He wasn’t sorry. He wasn’t embittered. He just wanted to escape the guilt without taking responsibility for it. For a few seconds, I stared at him, trying to hold back the burning tears in my eyes.

“Are you sure it’s because of that and not because of Flora?” I threw at him, causing him to glare at me intensely. His brows furrowed slightly. There was a mixture of confusion and fear in his eyes.

“What do you—”

I raised my phone to his face, showing him the picture Flora sent me. His words halted, and his throat bobbed as his gaze darted between my face and the phone.

“How… how did—” He pointed. “How did you get—”

“You’re a f*****g d**k, Roman,” I spat. “It’s just two weeks after your son’s death, and you’re already taking advantage of it? Two weeks, Roman. Just two f*****g weeks. You must think his death came at the right time and can be used to fulfill your desires.”

“I… you… Mira, that—” he stuttered.

I retracted my hand and let out a deep breath. “You know what? f**k you,” I said, anger evident in my tone. “You want a divorce? I don’t care. You already destroyed this marriage the moment you decided your secretary was worth it.”

There was a pause as I swirled my tongue over my lips, blinking my emotions back. “I’ll divorce you, but you have to give me eighty percent of your property,” I added.

His eyes widened. “You’re joking, Mira.”

Deep down, I knew that wasn’t feasible. Roman would never agree to such terms, but I just couldn’t stop myself from making life a bit difficult for him. I didn’t need his money or properties, but those were the things making him happy. I just wanted to take them away from him. To make him sad. To make him feel half of my pain. To make him know what it feels like to lose what’s precious to you.

I snorted. “Do I look like a comedian rather than a mother who lost her only child?”

“You’re a thief, Mira. A thief,” he fired, the veins in his neck bulging. “A moment ago, you accused me of taking advantage of my son’s death. What the hell are you doing right now?” he barked. “You’re doing the same. Trying to make wealth from his death.”

I forced a smile onto my lips, trying to appear nonchalant. “What’s the problem, Roman? You asked for a divorce, and I asked for a settlement.” I made sure to tone my voice into the calmest one I could so my misery wouldn’t be detected.

“This is no settlement, Mira. This is stealing,” he countered. “You want me to give you everything I worked for?”

“Jason…” I clenched my teeth, my voice almost betraying me. “Jason was everything I worked for. He was my pride, and what did you do? You took him away from me.” I paused to steady the shakiness in my voice. “If you had come home that night, Roman…” My eyes burned and my voice croaked. “If only you had respected us for that night and come home to us, he’d still be here…” I choked.

“I gave up everything for you. Every damn thing. Jason was the only achievement I had.” My tone held a pain I couldn’t reveal to anyone.

“I don’t care,” he spat defensively. “I don’t care about your sacrifices. I didn’t force you to.”

I chuckled, my eyes flickering with unshed tears. Roman was unbelievable. How could he deny things so easily? Had he forgotten how I resigned from work just because he introduced me as his girlfriend?

To break it down, he was my boss—the CEO of Black Horse Company. It was just a month after I started working there that he confessed his undying love for me. Truthfully, I had a crush on him too. The first time I saw him was during my interview, and he was a sight to behold. If there were rankings for handsome men, he would be in the top three.

Trust me to say yes to my crush when he asked me out. But there was a rule in the company, one he hid from me before we started dating. No employees were allowed to date each other. I only found out after I had fallen deeply in love with him, but we chose to keep things secret until I was ready to leave the company.

Nine months into dating, he proposed to me. At that moment, I knew it was time to leave Black Horse. I resigned the next day so I could publicly claim the title of Mrs. Monroe.

And here I was, six years later, being reminded that the sacrifices I made meant nothing and were none of his concern.

A mocking snicker escaped my lips, not directed at him, but at myself. A fool… that was what I was. A girl trying to build her career who gave up everything for a man who already had a career and was the CEO of one of the top companies in the country.

“Make your choice, Roman. Eighty percent or nothing.”

“Dream on, Mira.” A smirk formed on his lips as he scanned me from head to toe. “If I were you, I would sign the divorce papers and walk away quietly to avoid drama,” he said.

“You want drama, Roman? Then bring it on. Let’s see who wins.”

His lips curled into a sinister smile. “You don’t have a chance against me, Mira.”