Let's Get a Divorce!
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“You peasant dog! How dare you lay your hands on her?!” Jameson cradled Scarlett, placing his palm over her burning cheek.
She was shivering with a mixture of fear and anger. It was unbelievable that her peaceful, pushover husband could ever hit her. He did not have a single mean bone in him!
Ronan watched their exchange with his heart sinking into his stomach from anger and pain.
“Who are you? And how the hell did you get into the house?”
Jameson rose with a snarl, pushing him heavily on the chest.
“You f**king hit her?! You lay your hands on a damn woman? Especially an influential woman like Scarlett Grace?! Get on your damn knees and grovel for her mercy this instant!!”
Jameson was putting on a good show of anger in defense of Scarlett. When he had sent that kissing picture to Ronan, he had expected the damn man to be mentally and emotionally shattered by it.
He held the pathetic househusband at very low value, so he expected the fool to be so shattered that the divorce would be done with as soon as possible. Jameson had never expected that the fool would hit Scarlett!
“Are you slow in the head? Did you not hear what I said? Get on your damn knees and apologize to her!”
Ronan’s eyes were red from the sting of betrayal, “Scarlett, he knew the pass code. This isn't his first time here, is it?”
“Well, what do you think?!”
“Tell me…” He heaved, “You slept with him on our matrimonial bed. In our home.”
Her answer was careless, “So what—?”
Ronan’s stare was ice-cold. “You lying whor—”
Jameson swung his fist, before the word could be said, but Scarlett jumped up to hold his arm.
“It's not worth it! Leave him! You're a better man than he could ever be! Don't stoop to his level. I could never get back with a man that hurts me instead of protecting me. And that's what makes you better, Jameson.”
He laughed humorlessly, allowing her to pull him backward. She placed her hand on his chest, gazing up at him admiringly.
He was her hero, swooping in to save her from her pathetic househusband. This moment alone made her even more infatuated with Jameson Owen.
“I understand now.” Ronan slowly removed his apron. “This is the same man you called your “moonlight”? The man whose picture I found hidden in a photo album before we even got married? I could recognize the as*h*le anywhere.”
“Yes, my heart has always belonged to him! Even through this miserable marriage, the thought of my ‘moonlight’ gave me the strength to tolerate your foul presence every damn day!”
Ronan was stung, yet he took on a mocking tone. “And is reuniting with your moonlight worth the years of effort put into our marriage? Is this obsession worth losing the relationship we had?”
“Yes, it is.” She was stone-cold, meeting his eyes. “One second with him is worth a thousand years with you, i***t! You've served me well, but this marriage is over! Let's get a divorce!!!”
Those words were a hard blow to the chest.
Jameson laughed scornfully, leaning in to kiss Scarlett on the lips. He was rubbing it in.
Ronan watched another man kiss his wife, while still grappling with the fact that she wanted a divorce.
It was not shocking, but seeing it coming did not make it any less disheartening. It felt like a vacuum in his chest, empty yet full.
She broke away from the kiss, sneering at Ronan. “This divorce is the only right step left for me to take! Get over it, Ronan, you do not deserve the title of being my husband. We are not in the same class, not anymore. I am a mega star now! Famous! Loved by all, and it would be a stain on my reputation to ever be tied to the likes of you!
“You are nothing but an idle househusband, an embarrassment I have to get rid of! You don't deserve me, or any of the benefits that come with having me as a wife! I have grand ambitions, big goals to aim for, while you simmer in your mediocrity!”
“You have no damn goals, no money, no desire to even make a living for yourself! You're satisfied with being useless and destitute all your life! You refuse to go out there and work! I refuse to continue living with a leech like you! Good riddance!”
She grabbed her bag from the floor and dragged out a pre-drafted divorce agreement.
“There!” She threw it at him. “Sign that! Now!”
“So, I am rapidly losing my patience,” Jameson chimed in.
Ronan was bitter. He felt the twisting of it in his soul, his urge for vengeance and payback for this ultimate betrayal and humiliation.
Scarlett would be nothing without his influence behind the scenes. Yet, all of her success had gone to her head. It made her vain and arrogant.
He took on the role of a househusband simply because he did not need to work. His wealth was so massive, that even his generations into the future would never have to lift a finger. Professionals were paid to monitor and manage his businesses, so he could maintain a warm home for his wife.
But, Scarlett Grace was not satisfied with him.
Too bad, as last night, he had planned to reveal his true identity to her as part of the surprise. He would have transferred his huge entertainment company to her, so she could pursue film making as a hobby rather than a job.
But fate had other plans in store.
“What are you waiting for? Sign the divorce paper!” Scarlett snapped impatiently, fishing out a pen from her bag to throw at him.
It hit him in the head as Ronan stooped to pick the paper. Without as much as a word, he signed the divorce paper and headed for the door.
“That's right! Leave you damn leech!” Jameson called after him, disappointed that he hadn't caused a scene. “If I ever see you around Scarlett again, I won't hesitate to beat you up!”
Scarlett watched as Ronan’s broad back disappeared through the doorway. There was an empty feeling in her chest, as it dawned on her that this was final.
It felt like she had just lost something extremely important, and it was making her heart pound anxiously.
Her lover turned back to her, pulling her closer, “This is a new start for us, Scarlett. We could do so much, achieve what no other couple has. We would film a blockbuster movie, then announce our romance to the world. Everyone would see us as an enviable, immortal couple.”
She leaned against his shoulder, feeling her heart put at ease by his smooth words.
“You are right, my love. I am surely going to secure the lead role in the next movie by Gerald Ford. You know he's the most famous director currently.”
“Yes, you deserve nothing but the best.”
“And I am going to recommend you for the role of male lead.”
“Just a recommendation?” He smirked.
“Of course not, my love. I am going to make sure you get that role, at all costs. The director would never be able to risk losing me.”
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