HIS DIVORCED WIFE IS HIS NEW BOSS

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

TRISHA'S POV

“Wh-a-t w-ha-t is this ph-il-p?”I asked as I picked the papers from the floor with my hands trembling. Opening it,I shook my head in disbelief not wanting to believe what was on the paper.

“Is this some joke? Why are you suddenly asking for a divorce?” I laughed as I panicked, not knowing how to express the emotions I was feeling.

Staring at Philip, he was standing there looking at me with a poker face, void of any emotions. Was he really serious about divorcing me?

“Do not do this please. I love you too much to be able to live without you. You promised to never leave me. You promised to always be by my side, so why are you doing this?” I gulped, pleading as I went down on my knees, holding his legs, the tears I've been holding were pouring down uncontrollably, reeking with desperation.

“This isn't about you, it isn't about me, it definitely isn't about us, Trish. Can't you see, my whole life is flipping upside down. My lovely Family have all gone insane all because of you, because you couldn't give them one thing they've asked of you for the past 5 years. And now? Someone else has done that already.” Philip fired dispassionately as he yanked my grip off him.

Loud sobs burst from my lips, as I ran my hands violently through my hair. Oh God! This shouldn't be happening to me.

I never thought that one day, I'll ever go through this. I was still ready to go through more torture, more maltreatment because I love Philip. And now he just wants to toss me just like that? How can he break our vows and the promises he made to me just because of another woman!

Hurt and confusion coursed through me. With tears blinding my visions, I inched slowly towards him again.

“I’m ready to accept Lola in our home. I promise to cause her no trouble. I promise to live quietly in this house. You can go ahead and get married to her, I won't complain anymore. But please do not divorce me.”

I watched as he moved to pick up the divorce papers and he held it out to me. This time there was something in his eyes, an expression I had never seen before.

“Sign these damn papers. You can't live here anymore. Here isn't home for you anymore. You are going to sign these papers and walk away from our lives quietly. I've arranged with Harrison to get you a house and every other thing you'll need. You'll be moving to Oakland. That's what's best for you. You are going to live there and never show your face again.”

Hearing those words from Philip, my whole world shattered before my eyes. Was he really this desperate to part from me?

The divorce papers were here, in our bedroom all this while, was he always planning to do this? He just needed an excuse? No, Philip must have known about his child all this while. No wonder he neer defended me from his family. He knew all along that he was going to get rid of me.

He just used and abused me and for what? What did I do? What was my offence? I did nothing but love him.

“I don't want anything from you. You think it's just fine to abandon me just like this and then ask me to move to another town? Are you this heartless?!”

Philip stood there expressionlessly, not budging, not even caring about me.

“I'm going out for a walk, sign those papers before I get back.” And with that he stomped out from the room, slamming the door forcefully.Immediately, I collapsed on the floor, as my back shook repeatedly from the tears that were falling from my eyes.

How can love be so cruel? Why was the universe so cruel to me? What were all my sacrifices for? All these years I sat back, wanting to be a dutiful wife to my in-laws at the detriment of my own dreams! My whole life! My whole career! Now see what love has done to me.

I had gotten the offer to work at Eva fashion house, the best fashion house in Bradford city,but I had let it go because Aunt Susan, Philip's Mom had asked me to quit, saying no daughter in-law of the Carter's would work under anyone.

Gritting my teeth with the pounding pain in my heart, I opened the file. My heart crushed further seeing Philip's signature on the paper. He had already signed his.

Fine, I was going to give him what he wanted. Picking up the pen, I signed on it as tears from my eyes soiled the paper.

Walking down the stairs, I started feeling giddy and movements were shaky. I continued walking but my visions were vague and blurry. Slowly my body was falling to the ground, everything around me was pitch black. As my body hit the ground, I blanked out.

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I woke up to the pungent smell of antiseptic invading my nostrils. My head was pounding heavily and my eyes were still closed. I could hear the beeping sound of IV monitors. I slowly opened my eyes, as they wandered around the room where I was lying. A hospital? What am I doing here? I was at the house, now how the hell did I get here?

I was still in my thoughts when someone's voice echoed in my ears,

“Thank God you are awake. How are you feeling?” I turned my head slowly to see the face of a nurse, staring at me with a smiling face.

“How did I get here? What am I doing here? Who brought me here?” I asked the nurse because I couldn't remember how I got here.

“You've been out for three days Ma,” the nurse answered with a look of concern etched on her face.

“Three days? Who brought me here?” I asked the nurse, wanting to know how I got here.

“I'll go get the Doctor, Ma'am,” the nurse smiled at me as she walked out. The door opened next to reveal an unfamiliar face.

“How are you feeling, Miss?” The man asked, wearing the same smile as that of the nurse.

Noticing the way I was staring at him, he said,“I’m Doctor Caleb, the doctor who attended to you when you were brought here three days ago. I'm very glad that you're doing okay. Your baby is doing fine as well.”

I held my stomach with both hands, my heart immediately pounding hard, my body paralyzed with shock.

Baby?

I am pregnant?

A new wave of emotions washed through me as tears were already streaming down my cheeks. I laid back disheartening on the bed, my hands still on my stomach.

I closed my eyes and opened them. Turning my eyes to the Doctor, they were filled with anger and pain.

“I don't want it, Doctor. I want to get rid of it,”I gritted my teeth as a sharp pain stinged my chest.