Failed Marriage
1377 Words
Ronan Montgomery had never felt so lost in all his life.
Just today, he had lost the woman who had meant the world to him. He had lost his marriage. The only thing left was the sinking agony in his chest.
He had walked quite a distance through the streets, before he realized that he should never have left his home. It was his house, even if Scarlett was not aware of it, and if anyone should have left, it was the adulterous couple!
His phone suddenly rang, jarring him out of his bitter thoughts.
“Yes, Clara?”
“Good morning, Mr. Montgomery. I am glad to inform you that preparations for the new movie by Gerald Ford have been finalized. Your wife has been designated as the female lead.”
He let out an exhalation, running a hand through his hair. “Scarlett Grace is no longer my wife, Clara.”
There was a shocked silence over the call.
“S–sir?”
“You heard me. We're divorced now. She's achieved stardom and cut off all ties with me. It's only proper that I do the same.” His tone betrayed his sadness.
When Clara spoke again, she sounded unusually delighted by the news. “Of course, sir! I shall go to work cutting off all of your influence on her career! Let's see if her celebrity life can go so smoothly without you, Mr. Montgomery!”
“What gives you the right to make comments like that about her?” Ronan frowned at her eager tone, “What are you so happy about?”
She went silent again, realizing that she had almost given herself away.
“N–nothing sir, my apologies. Please forgive my forwardness.”
Ronan let it slide, and gave her further instructions on what to do. By the time Clara ended the call, she was nearly bursting out of her own skin with excitement.
She placed the phone on her desk and got up from her chair.
She could dance out of happiness, but her office was see-through, and she had a reputation to maintain. As the CEO of Mr. Montgomery’s assets, she was stern to the workers and employees under her thumb.
Them seeing her out of character would not be beneficial to her rule.
“Finally, that b***h of a wife is out of the way!” She muttered to herself, smirking. “This might be my chance. The opportunity to act on my admiration for Ronan Montgomery, and move up from being his subordinate to his partner!”
She paced a little, excited by the mere prospect.
“I've coveted his power, his wealth all this time. If I were to become his wife instead, I would be able to take care of such a man, and still learn so much from him while being in charge of his assets! I would never be an ungrateful fool like Scarlett Grace. She has no idea what she has done!”
Clara took a moment to calm herself, and then picked up the phone to call the director.
“Hello, Clara.” Gerald Ford's voice rang along. “Any more mysterious orders do you want to pass on to me?”
He laughed throatily.
“Actually, yes. I've changed my mind about Scarlett Grace. I need you to cancel our previous arrangement and get her off the movie.”
“What? Not that it's any of my business, but what happened?”
“It's nothing of value, believe me. Just scrape her off the cast— in fact, I want her black listed. You are f*******n from casting her in any role, in any movie, no matter how small. Reach out to the other directors on your contact list, and spread the order. But, of course, keep it discreet.”
“I'm always discreet, Clara.” The director found it all strange, and it was obvious by his tone. “And I take orders well, as long as our deal remains standing.”
“Of course it is. You seem to have forgotten who raised your career as a director from the dust into the limelight, Gerald Ford. Deal or not, you have everything to lose.”
The man chuckled nervously, “Okay, okay, I get it. I'll get to work on Scarlett Grace. You're always so damn strict, Clara, loosen up a little.”
“Don't worry about me. Do what you're told, and keep reaping the benefits. Have a nice day, director.”
The call went dead.
Gerald placed his phone down on his desk, with a carefree shrug. He took another sip of his beer, without a care in the world.
After all, he did not think Scarlett Grace was such a great actress. There were many lesser known names in the industry with better acting skills.
So, she was never worth all the damn hype.
**
Ronan crouched in front of his mother's grave, with his head clutched in his hand.
The wind was howling through the remote cemetery, stirring up dried leaves all around him.
“It’s your son again, Mother. Forgive me for failing to bring you fresh flowers today. Should that be a surprise? No…because that's not the only thing I failed at…”
He slammed his fist on the bare ground, stirring up loose sand.
“I failed at marriage!” He lamented, “The only damn thing I put so much effort, so many years into! She betrayed me. My trust. My love. My loyalty. Threw everything right back in my face! I don't even know how to come back from all of this…”
His mother's grave watched silently, but in his distress, it felt like judgment.
He sighed wearily, “I wish you were alive, mom. I wish I could hear what you'd say right now—”
A sharp scream shattered the serenity of the cemetery, jolting him up.
His head snapped in the direction of the scream, and moved towards it without a shred of hesitation. The screams grew closer and more frantic, and when he burst behind a cluster of trees, he saw why.
A group of three huge men had a young woman pinned down in the dirt. Her blonde hair was tangled in leaves, and her beautiful face was red with fear.
“Get off her!” Ronan bellowed, lunging at the men.
They were caught by surprise, and were knocked to the ground before they could gather their bearings. Still, they believed that he was just one man, and could quickly subdue him.
They were in for a nasty shock when Ronan beat them within an inch of their lives, with his superior fighting abilities. A punch here, a kick here, a slam to the ground, and the results were black eyes, bleeding, cracked bones and loose teeth.
“You bastard!” One of them snarled from the ground, blood pooling in his mouth. “Are you trying to die?! Do you know who we are?!”
The rest were groaning in pain, trying to get back on their feet. Ronan turned his back on them, completely ignoring their useless threats.
“Are you alright, miss? Are you hurt?” He helped the young woman up from the ground.
Her green eyes were wide with relief. She was shaking all over. She looked at something behind him and yelled,
“Watch out!”
One of the thugs threw a huge slab of loose concrete at Ronan, aiming at his head. As Ronan moved, the slab hit him square on his shoulder, sending a sharp pain through him.
His rage fired, and he pounced on the thug in a frenzy.
The young lady watched with a hand over her gaping mouth, as Ronan battered the thugs to unconsciousness. They were bleeding from every orifice by the time he stepped back, panting heavily.
“Don't you want your revenge on these bastards?” He turned to her, his blue eyes blazing.
“I do.” She looked down at them, shaking with renewed anger. “I'll crush their balls and break their d***s so they can never attack another woman like they did to me.”
Crush and break, she did.
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