Love After Divorce

6: Final Goodbyes

"I have no problem splitting my fortune with you. All the divorce conditions are listed in the papers. You can sign it now…"

Alex's voice fades into the background as I stare blankly at the papers before me. The terms of the divorce were well stated and happened to favor me more than it did Alex, but it meant nothing. I was officially going to leave my home, my husband, my love behind to that slutty mistress. Things couldn't get worse than they already are.

My pen hovers above the spot where I am to sign, the feeling of anger and self-guilt giving me doubts, but what am I guilty about? Maybe because I am leaving Alex, or because I didn't even try to fight for my rights.

It's pointless anyway. He has a new, soon-to-be-wife and a three-year-old kid. There was nothing left to fight for. I glance to the spot he is supposed to sign and find out that he'd already signed his signature. Perhaps the day he brought dear Catherine into the house.

"Hurry up, I don't have all evening."

I quickly sign the papers and slide it towards him, my hands lingering on it. "I don't want your money."

"What?" He asks, taking the papers away from me. "I said I don't want your money, or property or anything. You've officially divorced me, separated me from yourself, so I don't need anything that belongs to you on me."

He watches me for a moment, slowly twirling in his swivel chair, "I did buy you that dress."

"I'm keeping the dress for now. I'll burn it later."

"Are you doing this for your pride? Sofia, you don't have any money of your own, and you've got no other family–"

"Didn't think about that before divorcing me, huh?"

"Look, Sofia," he sighs, "it's just the proper way of doing these kinds of things. How will you take care of yourself with no money? Be reasonable and think like an adult for once."

"I am being reasonable and this is all I demand from this stupid divorce; that you keep your money to yourself. I'm an adult, and I'll figure it out on my own," I retort, and he shrugs indifferently.

"Alright then, you've made your choice. I'll see that the lawyer documents your demand. This divorce will be finalized this weekend."

I nod, not knowing what else to do. I take a long look at his face and feel my heart squeeze. I used to love him so much that I'd do anything he asked, now I have to learn to unlove him, if that's a thing.

"So I guess this is goodbye." Alex stretches his arm for a handshake and I wish that he'd just hug me and tell me everything was a bad joke, a horrible prank, but after seconds pass and he doesn't say such, I shake him back.

I head towards the door to leave, but stop to ask the one question that has been bothering me for a while. "Alex, when did you stop loving me?"

"Um, what?"

I turn around to stare at his confused face and repeat myself louder this time, "When did you stop loving me, Alex?"

He goes quiet for a while, his eyes that have become so judgmental stare back at me, and after a long moment of silence, I turn away to leave. "I love you Sofia, but I'm not in love with you."

When I leave his office, I hurry to get out of the house before I release a river and flood the entire mansion. All those years had been a lie. He was just infatuated with me while the naive housewife fell in love with him.

While I am engaged in my thoughts, I bump into the two people I prayed not to see.

"Thanks be to God that he'd bestowed upon my child the wisdom to get rid of this fruitless woman," mother-in-law says with mock relief, and Olivia laughs evilly.

"Didn't I tell you Sofie? Didn't I tell you that you'd be out of this house sooner than you think? All these years you thought that Alex would continue to defend you or even love you. Good to see that you've realized how stupid you've been."

Mother-in-law touches my face and chuckles darkly. Her fingers are wet, and I realize that I've been crying without me noticing it. "It hurts doesn't it? To be once again rejected, discarded like the piece of trash you are. You're not a real woman, you're worthless, weak, foolish. You let another woman take your place, but I'll thank you for that. Finally, I have a grandchild to love and adore."

She suddenly grips my face, and I grit my teeth, enduring the pain from her nails digging into my flesh, "it's a waste to be as beautiful as you are without a child–"

"Let go of my face!" I hiss and pry her fingers off. "You should leave at once. Your barrenness has caught a stench."

I take the bus back to Cherry's place and, with a heavy heart, I bury my face in the white sofa and cry silently.

"How did it go, Sofie? Did you sign the papers?" Cherry asks, coming to sit beside me.

"Yeah…"

"...was it that bad?"

"Yeah…"

"How bad?"

"Flood bad…"

"O baby," she coos and caresses my hair soothingly. "I'm really sorry you had to go through all this. I just wish there was a way I could murder him without anyone noticing it."

She lifts me up, hugs me, and we stay like that for a long time.

"You need to forget about Alex, because he doesn't deserve someone as wonderful and beautiful as you, and I know just the right place."

I sigh, not feeling like doing anything. She should just leave me to wallow in my misery and self pity. "I don't want to go anywhere."

I'm good just sitting here and crying.

"Like hell I'd allow you to cry yourself to death. We're going to the club tonight and that's final," she goes into her room and brings out two sexy dresses, "Pick one."

"Cherry, I really don't feel like partying. Divorce isn't something I'd like to celebrate," I groan from the sofa, turning my back to her, and hoping that she'd leave me alone, but she yanks me off the couch and holds my face in place.

"I'm your best friend, Sofia and I'd never leave you alone in good or bad times. Yes, you just got divorced, and your heart is aching, but you have to get over it and celebrate. You were with an asshole of a husband who never loved you for five years! You deserve to have drinks till you're drunk and free, so pick a dress and get your ass downstairs in the car. We're rocking the club tonight!"

***

I realize that no one could really control certain situations or hardships that happen in their lives, but you can sure as hell control the way you handle it. Cherry was right after all. I needed this. I needed to loosen up and enjoy myself, and tonight I am doing just that.

I don't care about no Alex, Catherine, divorce, or anything. I am having the greatest time of my life with my badass best friend.

I giggled lightly as Cherry grinded against my backside, giving it a light smack. I've taken one too many shots of cognac despite the bartenders warning not to. Cherry and a few strangers had hyped me as I took shot after shot of alcohol and now I am glad I did.

I don't feel anything save for the comforting buzz of alcohol running through my system.

"Hey Cherry!" I yell over the blaring music on the dance floor. "Cherry!"

She turns to me, strands of hair flying to her face and almost covering her glittery eye shadowed eyes.

"I'm going to have a few more drinks, are you coming?"

She shakes her head, and yells, "nah. I'm gonna hang here for a while."

I plop down on the barstool and signal for the bartender to get me some drinks. He comes over with what looks like orange martini and I frown, "I want shots. Cognac shots," and he moves to get the shots when the man from earlier slides into the stool beside me and calls to him, "forget about the drinks, she's had too much alcohol already."

The bartender nods and I glare at the stranger with gray eyes in anger. I would be lying if I say that this stranger is anything less than hot and sexy. His white shirt emphasized his perfect form and the few buttons that were undone exposed a smooth and chiseled chest.

"What are you doing?! The amount of drinks I take is none of your damn business."

However, the stranger smirks at me, piercing me with those beautiful eyes, before saying, "you shouldn't be taking drinks. You should have some water or the hangover from everything you've jugged down will kill you."

"I don't care, and like I said, it's none of your business Mr…gray eyes," I snap and hunch on the counter feeling angry and sulky, that my moment of freedom is being cut off.

The man moves closer to me, and his cologne fills my nose, making my head swoon for a moment. "Why are you crying?" He asks and brushes a tear from my face, and my skin tingles from the contact.

"Why do you care? You're all the same anyway, so don't pretend like you care about me."

"Why are you crying?" He repeats, bringing my face to his. "I wasn't crying until you took my drink away…and my husband divorced me to be with his mistress and her kid." I look up at him, not knowing why I'm telling him any of this, "that's why."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he apologizes, slowly tracing my chin. His eyes pierce mine and it becomes hard to breathe.

"Well I've told you. You can leave now," I mumble, tearing my gaze from him and staring at the counter, but he takes my chin back, forcing me to look at him.

"I can't leave you while you're like this. Besides, there's something about you that ignites this fire within me."

"Fire?" I ask, my brain cells jumping off their drawers for a moment.

"Let me show you how hot it can burn," he says with his hand out to me, and after a moment of thinking I take it and let him lead me upstairs and into one of the rooms.

My heart is banging on my chest as I realize what I'd agreed to and I suddenly wish that he'd let me take my drinks first, but when he moves his lips against mine, all thoughts fly away.

His lips are the softest I've ever kissed and I groan, enjoying the way they nipped and moved against mine. He moves back and pulls my dress over my head, discarding it on the floor, and I'm left with just my panties on.

His heated gaze heats up my face which he caresses, "you are gorgeous."

He bends low and takes my hardened n****e in his mouth and I gasp as he skillfully sucks and tugs on it while playing with my other one.

I breathe shakily and grip his black hair as he sucks on my n****e, then he gets up and carries me over to the bed, taking off my panties at once.

He spreads my legs wide apart and grins playfully at me. I could feel how wet I am, more than I've ever been.

"Ah!"

I squirm and curl my toes at the waves of pleasure that hit me as he eats me out. His tongue does wonders to my c**t as he nips and sucks, every pleasure forcing moans from me, making me dizzy and weak, and I feel like I would pass out from it all. No one; absolutely no one has ever made me feel this good.

He gets up and kisses me, making me taste myself and I have to admit, I taste so f*****g good.

"Now princess, I want you to tell me what you want," he whispers in my ear as he thrust two fingers inside me, "however you want it tonight, I will give you that, so tell me. What do you want?"

I shut my eyes hard, pushing my hips forward to get his fingers deeper, but he withdraws slightly, and tuts, "you have to tell me princess."

I open my mouth to talk but it all comes out in incoherent moans. What was this man doing to my body?

"Use your words, princess," he whispers, thrusting his fingers faster.

"I.. I want you…to f**k me," I scream cumming on his fingers. He lifts them up to his mouth, my juices dripping from his fingers, then licks them like they're the best chocolate he's ever tasted. "That's my good girl."

My pants are heavy and rapid and I'm still gripping the sheets when he takes off his clothes. "You're…not using…a condom?" I manage to say, when he gets between my legs.

"I don't do condoms, princess."

My eyes widen on the first thrust, and I realize how big he actually is, but after a few more, I adjust to his size and am now taken on another pleasure ride.

"You feel so f*****g…good," he moans as his thrust pick up the pace and my hips follow his rhythm. I grip the sheets groaning as the delicious tension in my core grows.

"Come on, c*m for me, princess," he whispers in my ear and I scream, feeling the explosions of pleasure course through my body, and seconds later he reaches his orgasm just as I'm about to finish mine.

My legs feel so weak and my core throbs sweetly as I try to catch my breath. This is the most mind blowing s*x I've ever had in my life. Mr. Gray eyes lies beside me and moves my hair away from my face, and we stare at each other, panting slightly, and smiling. "Did you like it, princess?"

"I've never had this

much fun in my life," I breathe and grin, "I loved it."

"So you wouldn't mind a second round?" He says, climbing over me.

"Not at all, gray eyes."