Divorce
1280 Words
Chapter 3 - Divorce
Lisa's POV
The next day came quickly.
My eyes were heavy from crying throughout the night.
I slept in a different room from Kylian for the first time. He didn't check on me. He didn't even bother to knock or say goodbye or anything.
Somewhere in my heart I had hoped...I had wishes that maybe at night he would come to his senses and tell me this was all an anniversary prank or something.
But it didn't happen. This was reality smacking me in my face.
This was real. I was getting divorced today.
No, divorce made it sound fancy or like I had a choice.
I was literally being thrown out of my own matrimonial home in the most official way possible. And there was nothing I could do about it.
The thought of it all stung my head so bad I couldn't get out of bed.
I cried, stopped crying and cried again, wetting my pillows with tears after tears until I could taste my own tears in my mouth.
"Damn you, Kylian..." I sobbed, pressing my face into my pillow to muffle my screams.
To hell with the Blackwells. To hell with Lady Katrina and all her bullshit reasons.
And to special hell with Kylian.
Damn him for making me believe that he was different from other rich privileged popular guys. He was basically the same.
No, he was even worse than the stereotype.
At least with the stereotypes, you know what you're getting. A one night stand, a simple short time fling or just a casual s*x and money relationship. Nothing serious.
Kylian put the damn ring on my finger!
I sat up and looked at my hand to notice that the ring was still on it.
"To hell with this s**t!" I ripped it off and flung it across the room.
It landed somewhere inside the bathroom. I didn't care.
I stood up, still clothed in my dress from the dinner last night. I wasn't strong enough to bathe or even change clothes.
I walked out of the room and saw Kylian already dressed and leaving for work.
He saw me and stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on me.
For a sliver of a second, I saw something like regret flash across his face. But it was gone instantly.
Maybe it wasn't even real. Maybe it was me desperately trying to hold on to an unreal hope that he would reconsider and claim me as his, defying his family again. Maybe I imagined it.
Because he immediately looked away and continued downstairs like he didn't see anybody.
My heart ached at his snobbish attitude and tears found their way to my eyes again but I forced them back in.
I wasn't going to cry again. Not for him or his family. Especially not for him.
He was a cold hearted and wicked monster that never loved me but manipulated me into believing he did.
And since he never loved me, there was no use in wasting my tears for him. He didn't deserve it.
I wiped my eyes and walked down to the living room. I saw a man in a suit who I presumed to be the lawyer seated down and a brown envelope on the center table.
Hs stood up on seeing me.
"Finally nice to see you, Ms. Winston" he greeted with a smile I found mocking and repulsive.
The smile read 'So you're the gold digger the Blackwells want to dispose?'
I ignored him and picked the envelope up, already knowing its contents, pulled the divorce papers out and glanced through them.
It was basically a regular divorce but with no property or asset split or any of that fancy stuff you know.
Heh, of course. These wicked people would never give me anything to sustain myself. All that was to be given to me was written down there in bold characters.
FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS.
Like I needed their money!
What did they think I was? A cheap girl from the streets?
Or a stripper with no dignity?
"Please kindly sign at the bottom of the first page and the middle section of the last page" he said enthusiastically like he was my replacement as Kylian's wife.
"Can you take out this clause of paying me five thousand dollars? I don't need it" I gently said to him, my finger pointing the section that has the amount.
His eyes widened momentarily, like he couldn't believe his ears.
"Miss...what did you say?" He asked like he didn't hear me clearly.
I sighed. "I said take out this portion with them five thousand dollars allocation. I don't need it" I repeated, my voice accurately conveying my irritation.
"Are you sure, Mi-"
"Did I stutter to you? Do your job and take it out like I said!" I cut him off.
"Okay, I will" he said and took the document, striking that portion. "Please sign at the appropriate places. Your copy with the amended information will be sent to you" he said and handed back the document.
I hurriedly signed and dropped the pen.
"I don't need a copy. I'll never use it. Please don't contact me ever" I said and went upstairs to pack my bags.
It took me less than an hour to pack as I wasn't taking anything he bought for me. Not the jewelry or clothes or even gadgets. I only took my bags and the ones I bought for myself.
The next hour saw me on the road, already far from Kylian's mansion and anything to do with the Blackwells.
I went to a cafeteria and sat close to the window, thinking of where to go and how to plan my new divorced life.
I was the illegitimate child of a failed marriage and my father kicked me out after my mother died.
I had no family to return to. I also didn't have any properties of my own.
All of a sudden my phone started pinging with notifications.
I swiped open and saw several headlines.
"MARITAL PROBLEMS? KYLIAN BLACKWELL SPOTTED WITH KENDALL BASSETT"
"IS KYLIAN ALREADY DONE WITH HIS LOW PROFILE LOVE INTEREST? OR IS THE CHARM OF AFFLUENT BEAUTY AND CLASS STRONGER?"
"PREDICTIONS COME TRUE! YOUNGER BLACKWELL DONE AND DUSTED WITH TEMPORARY PEASANT WIFE"
It was public knowledge already? I guess I underestimated the attention span of the media and the speed of gossip.
Lady Katrina must have spread it. She couldn't wait to make sure I was detached from her son as soon as possible.
My eyes glinted and my heart ached badly as I saw the photos of Kylian and Kendall together. They were snapped by paparazzi as they were entering They looked so perfect together.
His face was not fully shown in any of the pictures. Just side profiles but I could tell it was him. I would recognise my husband any where, any time.
No..., my ex husband.
It hurt to see him with another woman in a romantic setting. I shut my phone and placed it on the table and rested my head to drown out my misery.
Not more than a minute after I put my head down, I heard a tapping on the table.
I looked up and saw a strange man in a hat and long trench coat.
"Elizabeth Winston?" He asked to confirm.
I was skeptical about answering him as I felt he was one of those obnoxious paparazzi and media reporters looking to get the first drop of the juicy details related to the hottest and trending gossip tea.
"No need to be afraid. I was sent here by your father"
- Writer
