His Regrets In Divorcing The Heiress

Gwenette Martin Whitmore didn't say, ' I do, just to say I don't.' Her vows meant everything to her. They meant she finally had someone she could call her family. To someone like Gwen who didn’t have the luxury of truly having anyone she could call her own, being married meant the world to her. But the rumors were confirmed by a reliable source. "Gwen, you better have that heart-to-heart with Brock sooner than later. It's not just rumors. I was out two nights ago and saw Brock with my own eyes. He was wining and dining and grinning up in Amanda Towers' face at Drago's." "What! Livia, no, you must be mistaken. Brock said he was in a late meeting." "He's a Liar! Gwen, you know as your friend I wouldn't lie to you. I've been in this situation before and I'm so sorry it's happening to you. But I thought you should know.” “Olivia are you sure? Brock has never lied to me. Maybe you mistook him for someone else. Why would Brock be out to dinner with Amanda Towers? No, that can’t be right." "Yes! I'm very sure! Obvious Brock is not the man you thought he was Gwen and Amanda has alway been a evil homewrecker!" "Olivia, I need to hang up. I can't talk anymore. I got to go." The later it got, the more Olivia’s words made her concerned. Gwenette begins to cry until she falls asleep. Only to wake up, hoping to feel her husband's warm, muscular body on the other side of the bed. But once again, his side of the bed was cold and empty this morning. Was this a sign or warning that what her friend Olivia told her was true? Was her life on the brink of a major catastrophe? She had this feeling under her skin and inside her bones. Livia had seen her husband with another woman, and that thought gave her chills. Gwen felt months ago that something had shifted between her and Brock. Gwen knew their usually passionate s*x life had all but disappeared. Is it possible he was sleeping with Amanda Towers? When that thought popped into her head. Gwen sat up! "Oh my God! Where did that thought come from? She had no reason ever to doubt her husband. Her marriage, their marriage, was one of her proudest accomplishments. Against all odds, they had married for the most valuable reason. It wasn't for all the prestige and money his wealthy family offered him to end their union. But their marriage was born out of love for one another. Despite his family's opposition, Brock married Gwen. However, all the odds seemed stacked against them. For five years now, their love has prevailed. But something had been off between her and Brock. Gwenette thought. No, I'm overreacting. He's just been so preoccupied with work. They have both been too distracted these past few months. She hasn't been her usual sunny, upbeat self. She was prone to long silences thinking about those awful dreams she kept having. Gwen was so afraid that she was going to get bad news. There were so many things she hadn't fully discussed with her husband. But he's been so busy with business trips these past few months. She barely sees him, but for a few hours, then he's gone. But tonight, they are going to have a heart-to-heart. Gwen was going to find out that the meeting with Amanda was nothing. Then she's going to tell him that she's finally made up her mind to search for her birth mother. After that, they will have dessert first and then dinner later. Gwen felt a smile enter her cheeks. Tonight, she's going to reignite the flames in their love life. Lord! It's been too long. She knows Brock loves her; and he wouldn't let anyone interfere with that. They love each other so much, and that's been that way from the start. They have a marriage all the family and others envy. It was so wild for her to doubt Brock's love. He'll never be unfaithful. Gwenette prepared a romantic candlelight dinner. She lit a candle, placed it in the window. Whenever Brock saw that little candle in the window, it was their unique way of letting one another know what to expect; she was ready to rekindle that spark. Brock's favorite color was this eggplant color, a rich, sexy dark purple; Gwenette searched her wardrobe for the perfect sexy lingerie. She took a leisurely shower, and afterward, patting herself dry, she took excessive time to cream her body with a thick, oil-based, jasmine-scented lotion. It's Brock's favorite scent; she preps her body for a sensual night with her husband. The phone rang. "Hello." "Gwenette, this is Peter. Sorry for bothering you so late." "Oh, Hi Peter. No problem. What's up?" "I have some news for you regarding the search for your mother." "Oh?" Gwenette immediately took a seat. Her heart started racing. Did you find out who my mother is? Where is she?" "Well, we've located a woman that matches the exact date of birth and race, who gave birth at the same hospital where you were born." "Then it must be her! Where is she? Is she here in Georgia?" "We don't have an address for her yet. But we are still researching, and I will call you back as soon as possible." "Thanks, Peter! Thanks so much!" Gwenette hung up the phone, letting out a sigh of relief, then bursting into tears. Oh my God! Thank you! Thank you! I finally found my mother," she said tearfully. "Now I have some good news to share with Brock tonight. Now I can explain why I have been so distracted lately." Looking at the clock. Gwenette happily finished getting herself together. She brushed and styled her healthy hair into flowing curls. Returning to her bedroom, she slipped on the dark purple negligee top and lace underwear, only for him to peel it off her slender but womanly curves. When she heard the front door open, she sat up and leaned sexily against the bed headboard. Gwenette knew his routine like the back of her hand when he came home. She knew every move he would make first. Brock put his keys on the table at the front door. Her heart pounds at hearing his footsteps inside the house. He stops in his office just before he removes his glasses and looks at his computer to check his messages. Brock walks toward their bedroom, undoing his tie, and then stops. Usually, right before getting ready for bed, he'll have a glass of brandy. Gwenette's skin was already tingling and tightening expectantly, craving the greedy reverence of her husband's touch. The bedroom door opens as Brock enters the candle-lit room. He clicks on the light, his wife's eyes full of admiration and desire as she looks at his body in that suit. He looks delicious with his tie loosely undone and still around his neck. But his expression looked contrite. Gwenette was so focused on giving him pleasure. But Brock's expression didn't change, even after seeing her lying on their bed. "What's wrong, baby?" she softly asked him. "Aren't you full of surprises?" Brock states, "Are you trying to seduce me, or maybe this is a distraction from what you've been up to lately?" Gwenette replied, "Is it working? Did you see the candle in the window?" "Yes. But… is it for me?" "What?" Gwenette said, crawling slowly to the foot of the bed where he stood. "Brock, baby, you've been on many business trips here lately. I thought we needed to spend some time reacquainting ourselves with one another." She winks at him. "It feels like months since you've held me in your arms, baby; make love to me." She said, unbuttoning his shirt and moving closer to Brock. He tried to resist how temptingly beautiful his wife was, but he couldn't. So, he leaned in, and she greedily caught his lips with hers. They kissed, and he made love to his wife more passionately than ever before. When it was all said and done, exhaling breathlessly. Brock's hands found her waist and gently dragged her back so she could lie beside him again. Mutual pleasure and passion are what they both just enjoyed. Turning so she could see Brock, Gwen gently moved aside the damp strands of hair covering the edges of his chiseled face. She traced his jawline, whispering. "Penny for your thoughts." He left the bed and padded nude across the bedroom floor. Picking up a box with a bow on it from the dresser. "Here, Gwen, I have a gift for you." "A gift? Brock, how sweet of you." She took the box excitedly and began to open it. Gwen wasn't ready to face reality until the truth confronted her in her marital bed. "Gwen, this is my goodbye gift to you. I Want a divorce." "Stop joking; you are so silly." She countered softly, unwrapping the box. "I'm not joking. It's over." Gwen opened the box, and there were divorce papers inside it. Gwen climbed her nude body out of bed, taking hold of his muscular arms. "What is this? I'm confused. Brock, what was that we just did together?" "I told you it was my goodbye gift to you. Sign the papers so that we can go our separate ways." Then Brock disengaged himself from her arms. Gwenette placed both hands on Brock's shoulders, holding him in place. Brock's dark eyebrows furrowed slightly in the center. He grabbed her hands. "Look, Gwen. I know this is a surprise to you. But I've felt this way for some time. So, I won't waste your time, nor mine." Then, like bullets, his lethal words came blasting from his mouth. "Gwen, I want a Divorce. It's been five years. We have no children; nothing is holding us together. I'm tired of financially struggling! And for what? This is a loveless and, quite frankly, here lately a sexless marriage." "Loveless and sexless marriage? How can you say things that aren't true, Brock? And you said we couldn't afford a child right now." "Yes! You and I can't afford to have children together!" "But we can! I wanted to wait for different reasons that had nothing to do with money. But honey, we don't have to wait any longer." "Gwen, don't even worry about it. This isn't going to work. We both need to move on with our lives. You probably got someone else." Gwenette was floored! This isn't how she imagined this night going. Her body trembled, and her heart was engulfed in shock and confusion. Now her eyes were finally open, and she could see the blatant disgust on his face, something she had never noticed. She felt, Loss. Gwen had lost him and couldn't do a thing but sit there and watch him walk away. It all unfolded like a nightmare. The euphoria seemed to float from her body, leaving her empty and vacant. An all too familiar feeling of loneliness and fear came over her. Taking Gwen back to a scene that she thought was long forgotten. Gwen began mumbling under her breath. Still in a state of shock! 'I don't understand. My marriage is about to end, and I don't even know why! I can't let him walk away with the one thing I had given him all these years—my heart.' So, she went out after her husband.  "Hey Brock! Wait! Perish the thought! We aren’t getting a divorce! We are not done!"