The Divorced Heiress

The divorce

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‎ ‍‍‍‍‍ ‎ Alexander's POV

I found it hard to believe that Sarah was serious about divorcing me. She had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. I never met her family and she never wanted to talk about them.

When I arrived home, I found my sister was almost done with trying on the dresses from the new collection, and I asked her if she had been here all day.

"Alex, let me tell you, the new collection is incredible. I can’t wait for it to be released as soon as possible." Gina said with obvious excitement, just as she always did whenever there are new collections to be launched.

"Is Sarah in the room?" I asked, ignoring her comment, whilst loosening my tie.

Since I walked through the door, I hadn't heard a single sound from Sarah, although I knew she was home because her car was parked outside.

"She's not here." My sister responded firmly as she returned to her dressing items.

I looked at her in confusion and bewilderment. How could she not be home when her car is parked outside? Soon my brow relaxed as I understood what was happening. My sister was playing a prank on me. She probably wanted to test my patience.

I didn't want to waste any more time with Gina as she was acting inappropriately and immature. I went up the stairs to the bedroom.

"Sarah," I called out when I didn't see her nearby. I entered the bathroom, but it was empty, there were no traces of her anywhere. Everything seemed untouched as I left it before going to the office.

I took off my suit and placed it in the wardrobe. Any thought of Sarah having left the house disappeared when I saw all her clothes in their usual place and the suitcase she took for her one-week vacation, which was a few days ago.

I returned to the bedroom and something caught my attention. Sara's car keys and credit cards on the bed. What were they doing here? She is so organized and careful with her things, and would never leave them lying about.

I opened her drawer where she keeps her important belongings, to put away her keys and credit cards, then, my heart sank as I noticed a small detail. Her documents, papers and the jewelry she kept under lock and key; everything had disappeared. Did she really leave? Was my sister telling the truth?

Suddenly, I felt a pressure at the back of my head and my bad mood increased just thinking that she had left home. She did it, but where did she go and with whom? She didn't take a single dollar with her, and no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't believe she meant every word she said in my office.

After all, I couldn't remain indifferent to her after two years of marriage.

I couldn't sleep all night. It was the first time I went to bed with a feeling of emptiness. The silence in the room made me uncomfortable, I couldn't hear Sarah's relaxed breathing beside me and the cold in the bed was my new companion.

By the next day, my family had already heard about what happened, and I cursed my sister for not keeping her mouth shut. My mother was the first to come early in the morning, just as I was about to go jogging.

"Son, I want you to know that this is the wisest decision you have made in years. That little girl only ruined your image, nobody knows about her background, but it's clear that she's poor and not on your level, you deserve someone better." My mother said as I sipped my black coffee, listening to her half-heartedly.

Did my mother not like Sarah?

Have they thought this way about her all this time?

I felt inexplicably angry at the way my mother was talking about my wife. She had no right to treat her like that.

"She was the one who asked me for the divorce." I said, surprising my mother. I needed to clarify that point, so she would know that it was Sarah who made the decision to leave me.

"And please, don't speak about her like that. She may have an unknown origin and a blank past, but the values instilled in her speak better of her than the millions she doesn’t have, to make you happy."

"Surely she found a better match. In the end, she's a gold digger." My mother blurted out, ignoring my request not to speak ill of her.

"Have a nice day, Amelia." I told her goodbye so she would leave my house, before I lost the little patience I had left.

I know for a fact that the least of Sarah’s concerns was my money. She never touched a dime of the credit cards I gave her for her monthly expenses, and she never asked me for a cent. She married me for love, and it was that reason that was torturing me at the moment.

I was her first man and her first disappointment.

By nightfall, I had lost count of how many drinks I had. I wanted to get rid of the unpleasant feeling of guilt. It had been more than a day without hearing from her, not knowing if she was okay or who she was with. Her phone was out of service, and she wasn't receiving my messages. She had blocked me, so there was no way to reach her.

The doorbell rang, and my employee hurried to open the front door. A few seconds later, Rachel strolled in.

"Oh, so you're drinking because of that tasteless Sarah? What are you turning into? I was waiting for you at my apartment to finish what we started." Rachel said. She was the last person I wanted to see, it was her blackmail that had put me in this situation to begin with.

"Anna, why did you let her in?" I asked my staff with a cold voice, and she approached with evident panic on her face. It didn't matter anymore, I wasn't going to scare her because of that woman.

"It's fine, never mind, continue with your work."

"Don't you want to see me anymore? That's not what it looked like yesterday when you were about to have me," Rachel said. Recalling that moment that Sarah surprised me in my office, when she was supposed to be in Orlando, had my heart dropping.

God, I couldn't erase the image of her disappointed face, her tear-filled eyes, or the way she looked at me with disgust. And even though I wanted to explain the situation, nothing could justify my infidelity. It wasn't the way she always looked at me, with her eyes sparkling with love when she looked into mine. I made a serious mistake by doing this to her, hurting someone who didn’t deserve it. And even though I didn't go far, I had started something that should never have happened, that I should never have allowed.

"Shut up, Rachel. You know very well why I was going to sleep with you, and it's not because I wanted to." I snapped before taking the last sip of cognac inside the glass I was holding.

"Darling, how can you say that to me now? After all the fun we've had? Okay, we haven't gotten to the point I want, but it still counts. Do you want another drink?" she approached to take the empty crystal glass from my hand. I looked at her with anger and disdain.

"I want you to leave my house," I said, annoyed by her presence.

"But I have just arrived. Come on, you don't want everyone to find out your secret or for me to carry out my threat, that would be very bad for you." I clenched my jaw with anger reflecting in my eyes, resisting the urge to grab her by the hair and throw her out of my house. But of course, she was going to continue with her blackmail even though she had gotten her way. I just hoped my lawyers would deal with the matter quickly so I wouldn't have to endure Rachel's blackmail, so that we would all be safe.

She poured me two glasses of cognac. Initially, I didn't want to accept it, but I drank it because of her insistent threats. I was upset with Rachel, but I was even more upset with myself for being so weak and cowardly. I was a respectable man, but I had made a big mistake that I regret. I wanted to beat myself up for choosing the easy way out.

I don't know when my vision became blurry. I wasn't used to getting drunk so quickly, and although I had already had a few drinks, they hadn't taken effect until now. The last thing I remember is Rachel leading me upstairs while caressing my torso.

I woke up with a terrible headache. The memories of the previous night hit me, leaving me even more sore. Although, in reality, all I remember is struggling to climb the stairs and falling into bed. I looked beside me; a naked Rachel was sleeping peacefully as if she didn't have a care in the world. I tried to remember if anything had happened between us the previous night, but the truth is that I didn't remember anything after I got into bed. I woke her up without any form of gentility and successfully kicked her out of my house this time. Just seeing her using my wife's side of the bed made my blood boil. She would never come close to Sarah.

I went downstairs to have breakfast in the worst mood I've had in years and with an unbearable headache. But it didn't compare to the pain in my heart from the noticeable absence of my wife. Ana handed me the mail, and an envelope caught my attention.

I ran my hands over my face, feeling frustrated and angry with myself for allowing it to end this way. I regret giving Rachel free rein to do as she pleased with me, hoping she would not reveal the secret I had kept for years. To make it worse, I can't seem to know she found out about it and neither do I know how to deal with what she has threatened me with.

I opened the envelope and read every word of that document with an accelerated pulse. This is the last straw. With my arms, I pushed everything off the table. The fine china and crystal glasses shattered when they hit the floor, mingling with the food that I was yet to taste. The orange juice spilled on the table, dripping into the mess on the floor. As if that wasn't enough, I ended up over-turning the chairs on my path, as if they were responsible for the consequences of my bad decisions.

It was about the document certifying the dissolution of our marriage, and only my signature was missing.