Found True Love After a One Night Stand

Divorced

At 5am I opened my eyes slightly but noticed the stranger wasn't by my side. It got me elated. I jerked out of bed grumpily, rubbing my eyes as I staggered to check the bathroom. Maybe he was washing himself I thought but he wasn't there either.

“Where could he be?” I questioned. I laid back on the bed, curiosity having a better part of me. I stayed wide awake, stretching and cuddling my blue pillows dreaming of his return. But unfortunately he didn't reappear as I wished.

I couldn't help but feel pathetic.

“What have I done?” I wailed, when the memories of last night's escapades flashed through my mind. I ran my hands through my face to my hair feeling sombre as I thought about how I completely lost myself to vodka and even got on the bed with a stranger who had even disappeared into thin air.

I couldn't forgive myself but I had to go home. I'd missed looking at Jayson's cute amber eyes. I loved him so much and hoped he would send his poor secretary home.

I quickly got dressed and rushed out of the hotel, hoping to meet Jayson at home as the morning had since creeped in.

I arrived home to find his car still parked where it was since I last saw it. My mind flickered to Jayson and his secretary on my matrimonial bed, I couldn't help but wished I wouldn't get to see that ever again.

Fortunately, both Jayson and his secretary were fully dressed in corporate wear laughing and chattering over a bottle of champagne right in the living room.

“She is here, your wife”, she chuckled and pointed at me when I stood behind the open door watching them in awe.

Jayson turned to stare at me and then back at Jasmine before mumbling, “She is no longer my wife after today please”, he corrected and chuckled along with his secretary.

“What's that supposed to mean Jayson?” I queried, confusion creeping into my eyes.

“Yes, I'm done having anything to do with you”, he said and yanked the paper lying next to him on the couch, shoving them at me and muttering, “Divorce papers, sign them immediately.”

His voice was sharp and lacked emotion. He wasn't the cute lovely Jayson I got married to. I knew I was losing him gradually but didn't expect it to end with a divorce paper.

I felt ashamed when I thought about pleading in the presence of his secretary who was now becoming arrogant. I had to try after all.

“Jayson, please you can't do this to me,” I pleaded. “Our marriage is only three years, you can't divorce me because you think I'm barren”.

He gazed at Jasmine, his secretary before turning at me. “Speaking about having a child, I knew you had a problem”.

“Jasmine is already pregnant with my child and yet, after all the tests you've done, you haven't even conceived for a day,” he sneered.

I stood motionless staring at them. My feet were almost going numb as I imagined Jasmine being pregnant with Jayson's child. Little wonder he hastened up divorce process.

“Sign the divorce papers and let us be immediately”, he reacted again, this time more stern than before.

I knew there was no going back on his decision so I took the divorce papers and signed on them.

I sighted my suitcase at the dining area when I first got in and knew they were up to something. After signing the divorce paper, I walked over to the dining room and pulled my suitcase along with me out of their eerie presence. I didn't bother looking at the house one last time. I had to be strong to face my new reality.

My parents also thought I was the problem, they had told me to get treated and get pregnant for Jayson or avoid associating myself with them. They couldn't take the disgrace of having a daughter whom everyone labeled as barren.

I hoped to inform them about my divorce when I got strong enough to take their backlash.

I could only think of telling my best friend, Olivia. She worked as the director of the Information and communication department at Mercury Gardens and Suites in the city of Los Angeles, a four hours drive from the city of California where I and Jayson got married and have lived in the past three years.

Towing my suitcase out of Jayson's house I felt a rush of fresh air gliding and cascading down my face that had turned red as a result of tears streaming down my cheek.

I reached for my phone to give Olivia a call. “Hey, what's up Karen?” she uttered when the call connected.

“I and Jayson just got divorced”, I cut in swiftly.

“You guys did what?” she asked, and I could sense the confusion that mixed with disbelief in her voice.

“Jasmine, his secretary, is already pregnant with his child, so I don't have a chance with him,” I stated at the brink of tears.

“Oh my, that's absurd!”, she exclaimed.

“What do you want to do next Karen?” she asked, almost feeling emotional. “It seems you're on the road?”

“A roomspace in your house would do for the moment”, I stuttered weakly.

“Done,” she said almost immediately. “Good enough, a driver from our office here in Los Angeles was sent yesterday to California”.

“He would pick you up and bring you over.”

“Is that alright?” she asked.

“Of course it is”, I replied.

“I'll also tell him to drop you off at my house, I'll meet you after work,” she said and hung up.

I stood under the scorching sun waiting for the driver. I couldn't go back to Jayson's house to at least take shields from the burning sun.

My face turned pale as vehicles zoomed past me letting dusty wind dangle on my face. My nose twitched and turned red and after a few seconds I sneezed out the dust that had flickered through my nostrils.

Standing under the sun waiting for the driver seemed like forever, but at last he pulled up, screeching to a halt at Jayson's gate where I stood for what seemed like a year.

He smiled as he got down from the truck and greeted.

“Mr Ray from Mercury Gardens and Suites, Los Angeles”.

“How do I address you?”, he asked, still wearing a smile.

“Karen”, I responded. He helped me lift my suitcase into the van while I hopped into the vehicle. He got in also and ignited the engine back to the road.

The ride was smooth and quiet as the AC sent chills through my veins. We had a long ride and after a few hours we arrived at Olivia's home.

He handed me the keys to Olivia's home and alighted from the vehicle. But when I tried stepping out of the truck my feet felt numb due to the chilly sensation of the air conditioner. Goosebumps popped on my skin accompanied with a feverish feeling.

After some minutes I regained my strength. I then stepped out of the truck and walked into the house.