Goodbye To My Fake Husband

A gorgeous lady rushed down from a red cab after stopping in front of a busy white medical complex. She quickly paid the cabman and turned her eyes towards the main door of the complex. There were tensions in her eyes, and her heart was beating fast. She was on a mission to pour out her pain in the form of words. She has an hourglass shape, 5'6" tall and her long hair was below her shoulders. She had stunning blue eyes, a small nose, and heart red shaped lips. Her short colored rosy gown made it possible for her straight, fresh, dazzling long legs to be seen. Her fast pace made her hips wobble at each step and this lady's name was Bella. She pushed the glass door with her left hand and in her right hand was a black female bag. The reception hall was wide, and five female nurses were sitting down, ready to attend to anyone. Bella walked to the lady at the extreme left. They exchanged eye contact in the form of greetings and she smiled at Bella. "Good morning, please Dr. Allen in his office?" Bella asked. And before the young lady could say 'yes', Bella had already read her lips and gesture and quickly walked towards Dr. Allen's office at the left passage. Her movement amplified the creaking of her black heel shoe. And she stopped at the front of the wooden door and knocked. Bella heard some sounds inside the office and her breathing was very high. She knocked again and her hand was already on the handle of the door, waiting for permission to go in. "Come in." A male voice from the office gave her the order she had been waiting for. Quickly, she bent the silver handle and pushed the door. "Bella!" The man in the office, sitting on a black leather chair, stood up at once to welcome her with a friendly shocking tone. "You ought to be at school by now. I told you I will be coming to your place this weekend." Bella didn't give a reply, she dragged the opposite chair and sat down. There was a furnished table in between them and Allen's laptop, and double heaps of files were on the table. Bella opened her bag and brought out a bunch of brown documents and placed it on the table in front of him. Allen was a psychologist and he was putting on a dark blue suit without a tie. He was in his early thirties. He had an infant bald head and some faint wrinkles. On his round-shaped eyes was a set of transparent eyeglasses that rested on his upturned nose, and his lips were thin. Bella's facial look made him adjust his eyeglass and took the documents without delay and read the front page. "Jeffery has officially divorced you," Allen said with struggling emotions. Bella took a deep breath and continuously blinked her eyes to hinder her tears. But her tactics did not last long, and before Allen could flip the first two pages, tears came down from her eyes and she wept. She made a fist with her right hand and placed it on her forehead and her face was facing the floor. Allen continuously stole a fleeting glance at her but didn't say a word. He allowed her tears to burn out her negative emotions. Suddenly, the desk phone on the table rang and Allen picked up the call. "Sir." He listened to a male voice on the phone. After a few seconds, he said, "I'm coming, Sir." He dropped the call and turned his face towards Bella who was no longer crying. "Please, give me a minute, I'll be back soon." He stood up and opened a different door, next to his seat, and left the office. Bella watched him till he closed the door. She brought out her white handkerchief from her bag and cleaned her face. She moved her eyes around the office, trying to occupy her mind with a different thought. On the left side of the office, there was a blue wooden shelf filled with books and they were well arranged. She read the titles of the books on their spine starting from the top and rushing to the bottom. She moved her face to the table and her eyes came in contact with Allen's family picture. A small fancy silver frame picture, Allen, his wife, two daughters, and a son, and they were all smiling. She looked intently into the picture and threw herself into the serene and happy environment of the picture, trying to share the joy in their faces and she closed her eyes. Then the door opened again. It was Allen and the sound of the door broke her fantasy. "Please, I'm very sorry, I needed to sign a document." Bella forced herself to smile. "You are welcome. What should I say, you have been a nice person to me." Allen sat down and faced her. "What about Brian and Brianna?" He asked. "Jeffery didn't say much about them, since he had fallen in love with a billionaire's daughter." Her voice began to change again, pulling strings of sorrow. "Allen, look at me," she paused, looking at Allen's eyes and waiting for his response. Allen quickly moved his eyes from her face to her breasts, then down her belly till the surface of the table hid the other part of her body, and he returned his eyes to her face. "Am I not good enough? Am I not beautiful enough? Please tell me. You are my friend from on set. Even though," she paused and continued. "I can't hide anything from you. Check me," she stood up and turned around. "Where did I get it all wrong?" She resumed her tears and she sat down. "You are beautiful…" lowering his voice. He hit his right fingers on the table, holding his nerves and showing empathy with his face. "You are intelligent. You are outspoken." "Then what went wrong?" She asked and before Allen could say a word, she roughly cleaned her face with her handkerchief, increasing her pitch and pace, and said. "Let's forget about my husband, for now, let me accept my fate. I'm a divorced mother of two. Fine, I knew Jeffrey had been having an affair. It started years ago. I have been alone with the kids. They barely know their dad. His actions are not strange to me. Let's forget about him." Allen nodded his head. "You are showing the qualities of a strong woman. I'm impressed. I will always be there to assist you in anything. Whenever you need some money, let me know." "Allen," she sounded cheerful and tried to play down Allen's words. "I don't need money, I'm looking for something else." There was silence. Allen moved his eyes to the left, then back to her face and his heart beat with anticipation. "What's that?" He asked courteously. "I need a happy home. Is that too big to ask for? It will help me a lot." And her eyes were on the family picture of Allen. Allen saw her bent eyes and thought she was shy to say what she wanted. He took a noiseless breath and asked. "So what exactly do you want me to do for you?" He put his head on the chair's top rail and he stared into Bella's eyes, waiting for her reply.