His Regrets In Divorcing The Heiress

Marriage Bed Defiled

“Brock! I said wait a minute!”

Gwen's denial no longer protected her heart. The rose-colored glasses were crystal clear, and now she could finally see what was happening to her marriage. She fumbled to put her robe on to catch up to Brock, who began to get dressed while packing all his things.

"So, Brock, all the so-called business trips and you working late had nothing to do with work! Who is she?" Gwen took hold of his arm.

Brock leaned away from her and frowned. "Who is who? You're delusional."

"So, you have been suppressing these family issues that you claim we have, and instead of discussing them with me, you start seeing someone else?' I’m your family and you are minds! I don’t remember having a third person at the alter saying I do! Our marriage doesn't have a problem! You took something extraordinary and turned it into a problem! The only issue we've ever had was you letting your parents interfere because they want you with someone other than me! Isn't that the real problem? Talk to me, baby. I can help you deal with this...I have in the past, you know that."

"Look, Gwen!" He pulled away from the hold she had on his arm.

"The last thing I need right now is for you to try and fix me! Or try and readjust my thinking! You must readjust your own and accept that this marriage is over!"

"I’m not accepting anything because it’s not over! Who is she, Brock?" Gwen stood there yelling, unfazed by his insults. "Who is this woman that has stolen you from me?" If Brock wasn't going to confirm what she heard. She was going to bring it out. She wasn’t going to let some woman come along and destroy everything she worked so hard for all these years!

Brock continues to pack his clothes as she shoves his suitcase off the bed and onto the floor. "Look, Gwen! You have nothing, and you never will! I have a woman now who has far more to offer me. She is classy, beautiful, and wealthy; my family loves her! Walking away from my family to be with you wasn't smart! I realize that now! I'm putting my life back in proper order. Face it! This hasn't worked! And will never work!"

"Is it Amanda Towers?! The girl, your parents, wanted you to marry five years ago because she comes from money! Don't stand there looking surprised that I know! You must have wanted me to get wind of it, how you've been prancing around town with her! But Brock, you married me, and we became a family! You said you were in love with me, and money didn't matter if we worked hard together and loved each other!"

Gwenette's hand reached out, taking hold of Brock's open shirt. "Baby, don't do this to us! Please, Brock!" She couldn't let him go. But her lips parted to say how much she loved him, but the look in his eyes as he turned to face her made her pause. "Yes! It's Amanda! I'm in love and want Amanda."

"You don't mean that, Brock!" She cried in a fit of anger, ripping his shirt open!

"Gwen! Have you lost your mind?"

"You don't mean it. Take it back!"

" I mean every word I'm saying." Gripping her shoulders to get control of her. "Are you listening to me?! Our marriage was a big mistake! We should never have been married in the first place! Now, I am correcting that mistake! I didn't want to tell you this, but Amanda is having my child! And ever since she told me that, she's all I think about day and night; I'm going to be a dad, Gwen. She's my priority and my family now. Don't you get it?"

"Stop it! Brock, Stop it! Are you trying to make me insane? Amanda Towers has always been a liar! She's making this up to break us apart! Don't do this, Brock! Don't do this!" Gwenette cried out, hitting his exposed, solid chest. "Have you always been this cruel?! Why would you say and do something to hurt me this way? All I've ever been to you was a faithful and good wife! Who stood by your side through thick and thin!"

Brock pushes her to the side. "Look, I care about you, Gwen, but I'm no longer in love with you. But to prove I care; you can keep the car. I know you don't have a family, and to see you on the street completely homeless would be embarrassing. But this house is in my name, and Amanda and my child, who's on the way, need this place more than you. I'll be generous and give you time to move out. But you only have a short time to get together arrangements to leave. Gwen I want all your things gone soon."

"But where am I supposed to go? Brock, you don't mean any of this; we've both invested time, energy, and resources in this house to make it our home!"

"Darling, I don't know where you are going to go. But my name is on the title and deed of this property. What you do after today is your problem. It's over! Goodbye, Gwenette!"

"Oh my God, I feel sick. This isn't happening." His words and actions were like a direct punch to the gut! Gwenette squeezed her eyes shut and was doubled over from the pain. When she opened her eyes again, he walked out of their bedroom and down the hallway, heading to the front door. She knew it was real! He was leaving her!

"Wait! Wait, Brock!" She yelled in a panic state. The fear that her marriage was truly over was one thing, but having to leave her home with nowhere to go was another. Gwen hurried behind him to try and prevent Brock from walking out on their marriage. She headed to the front door by practically taking off and running down the long hallway behind him in her Jimmy Choo slippers and robe flying open. This couldn't be the end. Gwenette refused to believe so, yelling at the top of her lungs.

"Brock, wait!" But he kept walking, refusing to acknowledge her. Now, she went from hurt to angry at being ignored this way. She yelled after him.

"Then go! I'm not going to beg you! I don't need you!" she shouted, approaching an open front door. Nothing mattered anymore. Brock shattered her heart to pieces! Gwen steps outside, unaware that her neighbors are pulling up in their driveways, coming home from work, and seeing the end of her life as she knew it. With the door, she swung open and yelled, calling Brock all kinds of names under the sun! You're a cheater! Nothing but a no-good cheater!" She screamed, waving her arms as all the neighbors looked at Gwenette running down the steps to the driveway, taking off a slipper and throwing it at the car's windshield.

"Are you insane!" Brock shouted out the window.

"I have to be to be married to you all these years! But not anymore! Get out of my life! Go to that homewrecker!"

Brock was stunned! Gwen had been a calm, soft-spoken girl all these years, and he had never seen Gwen behave this way.

"Oh boy! Here she comes "again!" Brock states shock trying to get away.

Gwen ran toward the driver's side of the car, trying to open the door he quickly locked. She banged on the car window! But Brock quickly droves away, shaking his head so embarrassed. Gwenette burst into tears as she dropped to the cold concrete, sobbing, and crying.

"Why me, why! Why! Why is this happening to me?" She looked heavenward.

Some neighbors were peeping out their windows, and others were looking at the scene outside. Gwen sat in the driveway, unaware that she was barely dressed. She sat there crying, filled with so much hurt and anger that she wasn't even aware of her surroundings; she couldn't move, so Gwen sat there trying to wipe the tears away. Mumbling, 'Brock, you will pay for treating me this way. I promise you are going to pay.'

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The neighbors that live directly next door pulled into their driveway. "Oh my God! Honey, is it okay if I help her?" His frail wife says, feeling so sorry for Gwen. "Yes, please help her get inside safely."

The man and his wife had just returned from a doctor's visit. She knew they had seen the whole god-awful embarrassing scene between Brock and herself. But Gwen was too devastated to care and too listless even to move. Minutes later, the man asked. "Are you injured?" She shook her head like someone in a trance. The woman was traumatized. Wearing a dark purple nightgown and robe. He threw his blazer around her barely covered body, "Mrs., can you walk?"

She stared at the tall man in a crisp tan shirt, eyes glazed over. When he didn't get an answer, he reached out and scooped her off the ground. The unexpected motion forced her to wrap her arms around his neck to maintain her balance. He shifted her slightly, molding her breast to his chest and holding her effortlessly as if she were a child. He safely deposited her inside her door.

Gwen continued crying and sniffling, wiping the tears that poured out her eyes like a waterfall and muttering.

"Thanks, Sir, for everything. I can walk from here."

"You don't have to thank me; I don't mind. Are you hurt anywhere?

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure everything is going to be, okay?"

"I don't know. I got to go." Gwen removed his blazer from around her shoulders and handed it to him. "Thank you. But I got to go!" Gwen quickly shut the door to avoid looking at the man's face and all the other neighbors outside peering across the street at her.

Once inside, she slid down the front door in misery and shock at Brock's Exodus from their marriage. She kept telling herself it couldn't end like this, finding the strength to get to her feet. Gwen immediately called him. After not answering several times, he picks up the phone in an abrupt tone.

"What do you want?"

"Baby, we need to talk things over."

She sighed heavily, waiting after his long pause. "Agreed, I'll meet and talk when I have time to come over."

All Gwen could do was wait nervously. She wasn't ready to give up hope. Brock was her husband and family. And when you mess with her family. You are messing with her. Gwen was not letting him go to Amanda and her lies without a fight!