Fated To My Ex-Husband

TESSA “What is this?” I ask in confusion as I stare at the slip of paper in the butler’s hand. “It is a cheque, miss. Mr. Aaron told me to give it to you once you woke up. Also, your things have been packed up and placed in the car to take you to your place of destination,” he responds, his voice totally blank. “Place of destination? My clothes? Logan? What are you talking about?! Where is Aaron?” “He already left for the company. Would you prefer this to be transferred?” he asks, gesturing to the cheque. I ignore him as I get to my feet, pushing the dining chair away from me and rushing to my room. A quick shower, later, and I am dressed in a nude coat gown and black heels, paired with a black rhinestone clutch before heading out of the villa. The silver Rolls Royce, the one Aaron had allocated for me to use, sits waiting in front of the building, with the driver standing right in front of it. “Good morning, Miss. Your bags have been loaded in the back. where would you be heading to?” “The company,” I say as I get in. “Right now.” There has to be some confusion. Why would Aaron give me a check? And have my bags packed? What sort of an expensive joke is this? He and I have been in a relationship for two years. He is a strong and dedicated man, a caring lover, and a disciplined man, it is no wonder that I was willing to dedicate myself to him. And I did. I was the perfect partner, keeping the house running, pulling off his parties without a hitch, standing by his side, and bringing him honor. So, why, just why, would he start this? “Calm down, Tessa,” I mutter to myself. “You will get your explanation soon enough.” As the car cruises through the street, I stare at my reflection through the tinted glass. A pair of startling gray eyes stare back at me, set in a pixie-like face framed by curly, black hair that ends just shy of my shoulders, all blending well with my pale Olive skin tone. I wouldn't call myself a classical beauty, but I am still known to turn a few heads. Someone, one would be proud to have by their side, so what the hell is Aaron thinking? Fortunately, the car stops a few minutes later and I alight from the car to come face to face with the magnificent monument that is Aaron’s company. The Wentworth & Co. building is a tall and imposing creation, with its sleek glass windows reflecting the colors of the surrounding city. Standing at dizzying heights, the building boasts a creative architectural design with angular lines and soaring curves, a true beauty among the regular and boring buildings of its caliber. At the very good of it is a helipad that is lighted up by state-of-the-art LED lighting, The whole thing screamed money and it never stops amazing me every time I see it. Shaking the awe out of my head, I sure my shoulders before walking through the revolving doors of the grand entrance. The open space is suited to contemporary art installations and lush indoor plants, creating an atmosphere of elegance and taste. The floors are a solid sleek marble, paired with soaring ceilings, and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that flood the space with natural light. I cut through the small crowd, heading straight for the elevator that would take me straight to the floor where his office was located. “Miss. Sloan!” Anne, his receptionist exclaims as she gets off her desk and horrors over to me, trying to cut me off. “Mr. Wentworth is… preoccupied right now.” “Get out of my way, Anna,” I tell her as I sidestep and barge into his office. True to Aaron’s taste, I had planned his office meticulously. It was designed to exude power and authority while still looking cozy. Rich wood paneling is used for the walls, suiting the plush leather furnishings and exquisite artwork scattered around it. An antique and spacious mahogany desk is set in the center, flanked by leather chairs. Around it are cream-colored couches, placed around for informal meetings, and on one of them is Aaron. Lying on top of another woman. Kissing. “Aaron!” I gasp out in shock, not believing my eyes. They both spring apart, looking disheveled and surprised. Aaron quickly notices me and gets to his feet, while adjusting his shirt. He is a handsome man, Aaron. Standing at nearly 6 feet, he had a ruggedly handsome look. Sporting a stubble jawline on his sculpted angular face and piercing blue eyes that seem to see straight through to the soul. His tousled brown hair falls haphazardly across his forehead, giving him a slightly disheveled yet undeniably attractive appearance. His broad shoulders and strong, muscular body show his dedication to physical exercise and adventure. “What are you doing here?” he demands as he walks towards me, pulling me along as he does. I rip my arm out of his hand as I whirl around to face him. “What am I doing here?! What are you doing?! Are you cheating on me?” “What do you mean by that? Didn't Logan give you the cheque?” “What does that have to do with anything?!” He exhales a breath at the question, before turning to look at me square in the eyes. “Tessa, it has been a good run between us but it's over now. The cheque was for services rendered. I am ready to move in now.” His words sound like gibberish in my ears. Totally incomprehensible. “Services? Move on? Are…are you breaking up with me? After All these years? For her?!” I scream as I point at the woman. “Control yourself,” he said like I was the one being insane. “This is Camile. My ex. We had separated due to long distance and now that she is here, we are ready to give it another shot. Which means you have to go. I think the cheque is more than substantial for you to move on.” “Oh my god. Oh my god,” I gasp shakily as I listen to him. That… how… “Is that what I am to you? A passing fling? Something to while away the time? Two tears!” I scream, with tears rolling down my face. “I gave you two years of my life! Taking care of you, your home, your guest, and you… you have the audacity to break up with me through your butler! You bastard!” “Okay, that is enough. It is time to leave. Anna!” he shouts across the hall and the door opens to see her running in. “You called sir?” “See Tesa out and inform the security that she is no longer allowed in here,” he says before turning away and walking to the lady. “Are you alright, Cami? I am sorry about that,” he says gently as he kisses her on the forehead. I can literally feel my heart breaking as an a drags me out of the office, and then slowly going numb. I don't see the look of pity or remorse that Anan sends me. I don't even realize when she leads me to the elevator and out of the company and leads me to the car. And I am just vaguely aware of her discussing with the driver to take me to an apartment. All I know when I come back to my senses is that I am standing in front of an apartment I have never seen with a key pressed into my hand. “Miss Anna told me to drop you here,” the driver says. “It is her apartment.” I don't say anything and neither does he. He gets into the car and drives off leaving me alone there. And then to make matters worse, the sky flashes with lightning causing a downpour to pour on me. I guess it is a good thing. It masks the tears on my face.