Breakup
1026 Words
Rowan's POV
I stood still, losing my hearing and bleeding excessively from Nolan's punch. All my years of training in Kung Fu, Karate, and Taekwondo never prepared me for such an opponent. With my dizzy sight and blurry vision, the last thing I recall was being shot with a sedative by my doctor.
A few seconds later, I found myself in a dreamland, married to Sia and us having children—a boy and a girl, with smiles on their faces. Then, a voice interrupted, "I am her boyfriend." The voice echoed louder, "She belongs to me! She is carrying my child! She is mine!" Soon after, I was stabbed by Sia, who said, "I am not your wife. I am a murderer. I will feed your body to ravens."
After being stabbed, I woke up again, repeating the same cycle like I was playing a game in VR. After 789 simulations, I felt an injection stabbed into my body. I woke to reality with a scream and grabbed the doctor by the throat. The media, not helping, took pictures of me in that state, and Sia sitting by my side made me run away from the hospital. Wearing only my rumpled suit and barefoot, I was quietly escorted into my car by Killian as the media chased after me.
In my car, I received a phone call from an unknown number. I ignored it, and it rang again. I ignored it again. After we arrived on the highway and got stuck in traffic, the same unknown number called me. I picked it up, and it was Sia.
"Hi, don't hang up, please. I just want to apologize. I'm sorry. I should have stayed in the manor. Please forgive me."
"It's okay. Just rest well and recover. I will foot the bill," I replied and ended the call.
Killian cut in, "I apologize also, sir, for calling her your wife in public."
"No problem," I replied insincerely.
"Thank you very much. I am truly grateful. You are my only friend, and I appreciate you understanding Sia's emotions," Killian said.
"Yes, yes, yes. Call my lawyer as soon as we arrive home," I instructed.
"May I ask why, sir?" Killian asked.
"I need him to divorce Sia and me quietly and erase every evidence of our contract marriage," I replied.
"I thought you married her to gain your inheritance," Killian said.
"Does what happened guarantee me getting my inheritance?" I replied.
"But..."
In anger, I replied, "Forget it, Killian. Contact every news media on our payroll and have them control the rumors and news while I check what is written about me."
I unlocked my tablet and scrolled through the internet, looking up famous newsletters and reading their headlines. "Spoiled Heir Full of Lust," "Ashamed to Society," "Two Holes in One Stick," "Married Playboy." I broke my tablet, having seen only a few of these headlines, biting my tongue hard.
We arrived home. I exited the car in a hurry and entered my house, only to have my mother stand in my way.
"Mother! I have no time to talk."
"And what is that supposed to mean, your shame?" Mother replied.
I chuckled and laughed three times, staring frighteningly like a villain into my mother's eyes.
"Mother, I might be a shame, but at least I know who I am. But you are a w***e who has married 15 men since my father. So don't act all moral before me, or I will send you to live with the dogs since you have nowhere to live since your divorce yesterday. Mother, don't push me, or you will regret it."
The atmosphere was terrifying. My mother kept quiet, speechless as to what words she could say that could fix things. I walked to the stairs and headed straight to my room, where I vented my anger, tearing down and breaking things before exiting to shower in the next room.
In my rage, I dragged in one of the maids, r***d her, and chased her away. I made myself drunk and high beyond control. As soon as my eyes were shut, the same simulation dream I had in the hospital repeated itself. In fear, I woke, yelling at my staff, asking for more drink, scaring the hell out of everyone.
My mother, who remained restless, stood by the stairs, terrified as she was powerless to do anything. She took care of the maid I r***d and killed her so that she would never be a problem for us in the future.
Killian helped my mother dump the body secretly. After all my rage was vented out, I sat by my bed, weeping like a baby, and finally slept, giving peace to the whole house as the maids cleaned up my room and replaced every broken piece at dusk.
Mother sat beside me, reading my favorite childhood story of the tortoise and the hare, weeping inside.
Killian returned from dumping the maid's body and met my mother in my room.
"Were you followed?" Mother asked Killian.
"No, ma'am, everything is taken care of, as well as footage from the hospital and eyewitnesses," Killian replied.
"Good," Killian turned to leave. "Before you leave, I want that lady gone."
"Who?" Killian asked.
"Sia Stanton," Mother replied.
"Done," Killian said.
"Something about her doesn't sit right."
"But..." Killian wanted to inform Mother that Sia wouldn't be a problem since I was divorcing her. A quick thought came to his mind. "Ma'am."
"Yes," Mother said.
"I'm afraid, ma'am, we can't kill Sia. At least not yet. Because she is married to your son, and if she happens to be murdered after this incident, it will raise suspicion," Killian replied.
"Wait, my son is married to that brat? I mean, for a successor in the drug business, how can he be daft? If he marries a moral lady like her, it will compromise his heart from choosing the illegal line. That gold digger must leave," Mother said.
"Before the incident, Rowan asked me to inform the lawyer to divorce her quietly," Killian replied.
"Good. Proceed, and after that, we send her to hell," Mother said.
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