Goodbye To My Fake Husband

I need your help

"I need a man. I need a family. I need someone who will value me." She touched her chest. Someone who will look into my eyes and tell me, 'Bella, I love you.' Someone who knows I have two wonderful kids and still cherishes me, and loves me with my kids. Someone who cares and can read my feelings." She paused, looking at Allen, and asked. "Am I asking for too much?"

"No."

"Am I talking too much?"

Allen smiled and said, demonstrating with both hands.

"I know how you feel right now. It hurts to see the one you think loves you, go away. There will be this demand in your heart to need someone to replace him. Someone who will cherish you."

"Yes."

"But I need you to be calm. For now, you need a happy moment with yourself, then with your kids. Brian and Brianna are blessings to you. They are extremely intelligent like you." Bella smiled and Allen continued.

"You are not the only one who benefits from their smile. I also derive great joy from them, when I visit. For now, I want you to be calm. Don't rush into any relationship. Please and please. You will never know who truly loves you. That is called rebound. It will affect you negatively. Please."

"So how long will I stay, till I accept someone?"

"Wait a minute, do you have someone? You speak like you already have someone."

"No," she replied.

"Are you sure?" Dragging his lips.

"No, no. Believe me. Will I hide anything from you?"

"Okay, there is no specific time. But, you need to be patient. Falling in love doesn't happen in an instant"

"Okay, I have heard you."

"What about your work?"

"Fine… but the teaching job is becoming stressful," she replied. The more she looked at Allen's family picture, the more her negative feelings grew. She turned her face towards the ground and was avoiding Allen's eyes. The more she maintained positive eye contact with Allen, the more her eyes came in contact with the picture.

"I want to go home." She stood up at once. Allen felt unsatisfied with their conversation and the way she stood up. He knew Bella was troubled.

"Is there anything you want us to discuss?"

"No," she smiled.

"Are you sure?" Tightening his forehead.

"Yes! I'm fine."

Allen stood up and wanted to see her off.

"Don't worry. I will be fine. I didn't come here to distract you from work."

Those words broke his heart. He walked from his seat, trying to move close to her.

"I didn't say you came here to distract me."

Bella moved to the door and opened it, and she quickly closed it and went away.

"Did I say anything that offended her?" He asked himself. He wanted to open the door, but he stopped after a tight grip on the handle of the door. He turned to the table and saw the divorce documents. He shrugged and went back to his seat. He put the documents in his middle drawer and sat down, and started typing on his laptop. He felt disappointed by the way Bella left his office. And he thought Bella wanted him to support the idea of wanting to start a new relationship.

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Two weeks later, Allen was in his office. It was 11:30 AM. Allen's phone rang. Allen was going through some files on his table. He turned towards the white desk phone and picked up the call.

"Good morning Sir," a male voice on the phone greeted him.

"Good morning." He replied.

"I hope I am speaking with Dr. Allen?"

"Yes. You are. How can I be of help to you?"

"My name is James Charles. I want to book an appointment with you on behalf of my boss."

"Who is your boss?" Allen asked.

"Mr. Fred."

The sound of that name made Allen open his eyes wide. Fred was a billionaire, the owner of BoniBon and Choice investments. Allen had only seen him on the television screen. His goods and services cut across Alaskan and even beyond the country's borders.

"My boss asked when will you fix the appointment?"

"Tomorrow by noon will be okay," He quickly replied. Allen had not attended to such a very high-profile personality before and he was excited to meet him.

"I will get back to you within the next thirty minutes." The man replied with a polite voice and the call ended.

"Mr. Fred? Wow… " He gently placed the handset on its base and returned to the file he was going through.

It was twenty minutes later when his phone rang again. It was the same male voice that spoke out.

"Mr. Allen, my boss is fine with your time. Thank you so much."

"My pleasure."

After the call, Allen was still holding the wired handset when he thought.

"What are the most common things that affect wealthy men? Hmm… anxiety?" He waited. "Depression? He is a bold man. I have seen him giving a speech on TV at the economic summit."

He stood up and walked to his shelf and looked for suitable books. He collected three books and placed them first on his table. When he had sat down, he went through the books and took one of the books home.

The next day, Allen came to work looking smart. He wore a black suit, a white shirt, and a black tie and he regularly checked his wristwatch.

It was three minutes to twelve when Allen heard a gentle knock on the door. Filled with an unusual excitement, he said.

"Please come in."

A man with dark sunglasses opened the door. He gave way for Fred to enter the office. Seeing Fred, Allen stood up, extended a friendly handshake and they shook hands and exchanged greetings. Fred wore striped sleeves. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, golden-brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light-toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive, as you could get lost if you stare long enough. He was six feet tall and was not extremely muscular. He had a Grecian nose, well-shaved beards around his full lower lips.

"Please sit down," Allen said with a smile.

The huge man putting on the dark shade was one of Fred's bodyguards. He quickly pulled the chair backward and Fred sat down.

"Welcome Sir," Allen adjusted his body and faced Fred. "What can I do for you?" He asked.

Fred turned his eyes to his bodyguard and gave him a sign. With the sign, the bodyguard opened the door and left the office.

"I need your help," Fred said.