A SECOND CHANCE AT DISASTER

DAMIAN'S POV

CHAPTER 9

I managed to get home despite the pain I felt. My father’s words kept replaying in my head. He told me that no lady could stay with me without my wealth. I thought Rebecca and I could prove him wrong.

In fact, it was something I was proud of. The fact that I was proving my father wrong but she just had to ruin everything for me.

She couldn’t stay with an average man who could afford her basic needs, she wanted someone who could afford her wants.

It pained me that he was right after all. He didn’t lie and I was a fool to choose love over my family. I remembered how my father warned me but I was head over heels in love with her. I was still in love with her despite all she had done.

I walked into our room and noticed Becca had packed her things, I held a nearby table to regain balance as I had almost fallen.

My whole world was crumbling before my eyes and I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t do anything other than watch.

I checked around for a clue that she was coming back but she made sure to pack every one of her property.

I slid against the wall in pain, not knowing what exactly was paining me.

Was it the fact that I was just heartbroken or the fact that my father was right all along?

Feeling very stupid and useless, I was used as a pawn in their game. I could have listened to my family but I refused, I suffered all the tribulations all because of her and this was what I got.

I felt like my heart was shattered into pieces, one piece of my heart had shattered and might never be able to recover again.

Memories of our days flooded my head as I tried to stop them but they wouldn’t. I wondered if she was even feeling what I was feeling.

My mind flashed back to when she got back this morning, she seemed so happy with those shopping bags. I was very sure she wasn’t even feeling anything, she didn’t deserve any of my love.

I broke down in tears in the confinement of my room with no one to console me. Tears of regret, pain, betrayal. The tears wouldn’t stop strolling down no matter how I tried and I realized that I needed to stop trying.

I would not have the strength to leave here if I didn’t shed all the tears that I had to. I crushed into her pillow, her scent still filling all over it.

I wished I could reverse time and change all of this, I wished all of this was a prank but it wasn’t. It was reality and I had to face it.

I stayed like that for hours or maybe a day. I decided to step out for a bit, I needed to leave here. Everywhere reminded me of her, I could not do anything without remembering her face.

I opened the door and noticed that a letter had come for me. I tore the paper right there and read the constituent.

“No, I will never sign this!” I uttered, acting all crazy.

I wanted to run insane, she couldn’t just send me a divorce paper a day after she left. It only means she had been planning all of this for a long time.

I looked at the paper and tossed it away, I refused to sign it. Rebecca was my wife and would continue to be my wife, I was willing to forgive all of her sins but she couldn’t do this to me.

How could she do this to me? She didn’t even care about how I felt, she left me knowing fully well that I couldn’t do anything without her.

She was my pillar, the star in my life, the light in my darkness but she felt she could repay me with this?!

I cried more, trying not to cry was a waste of time.

I had lost everything. I lost my family and now my wife. What else was left for me, maybe I didn’t deserve any good thing in life. Maybe I was only here to lose all the valuable things of life, I was wretched like Angela said.

I wasn’t of any use to my parents and that was why they left me without even looking back. I was a mere object to Rebecca and that was why she tossed me away when she was tired of me.

I was only meant to be used by other people, nobody cared about me. No one cared about what I really wanted, they didn’t care about how I felt.

I crashed everything on the table before me, I wanted to vent my anger and frustration.

I decided that I was going to sign the paper, I didn’t want to be the reason why Rebecca wasn’t going to be happy. If she was happy leaving me, then it was fine.

I was fine with it, if her happiness was wealth then I was fine with it. I couldn’t provide her with any of what she wanted anyway.

The way Angela had spoken to me had broken my heart. She spoke like I was ruining her daughter's life, I would never do something like that. I thought Rebecca was satisfied with the life we were living.

I thought she enjoyed the basic things of life!

I picked up my pen and tried to sign the paper but I couldn’t. I tried so hard but it was difficult. I dropped the pen and cried more.

I needed support, I needed someone to talk to. I needed someone who could tell me that everything was going to be fine.

There was only one place I could go back to, I was ready to go back.

I got up and left the house, leaving the divorce papers in the house. I just couldn’t sign it.