Richard stord inside the office, his eyes flashing fury as he looked at . "What the fucking hell, Nita? What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
I sat relaxed in the chair, feigning that I was unbothered by his escapades last night or by his tantrums this morning. "What does it look like I am doing? Will you please stop shouting? We aren’t the only clients in this establishnt."
His hands clenched into fists. "You want a divorce so badly, you had Martin kidnap and get here?"
I intertwined my fingers and looked up at him. "Be grateful, Richard, that I am giving you one final chance to set free. If not, I will be on a flight out of the country right now, and you will never lay eyes on your child."
"Are you threatening , Nita? I don’t respond to threats." His voice was a growl now, but nothing could intimidate . I was done.
I reached into my bag and pulled out another copy of the divorce papers. "Sign it."
He looked at the file I was holding, and his eyes drifted back to mine, almost looking defeated. His eyes burned into mine. "You’re serious?"
"I am." I responded calmly, placing the file on the table.
"Can we discuss this further?"
"Talk?" I smiled coldly. "Talk... about what? How did you crawl in Gwen’s bed last night? How did you think it would look admirable if you sent a picture of your naked selves?"
His eyes stared at mine in surprise and realization. "I didn’t... Nita... I didn’t send it."
"I figured, but I am done with excuses. I have been a good little wife for you, an understanding wife. Well, no longer."
His face paled.
I pushed the docunts towards him and opened it to the first page that needed his signature. My own part of the docunt is already signed. "You want Gwen? Take her. But leave out of it."
He wanted to say sothing, maybe another ridiculous explanation, but he stopped. "You’re right. All of this is not fair to you. I’m sorry." He took a pen on the table, bent over, and signed each of the pages.
As I watched him scrawl his na on the last page, a sharp pain sliced through my heart. It was officially over. Richard and Nita Nuro, the power couple, were finally over.
He turned to , held my gaze for a mont too long, a mont where I began to question if I was acting too rashly. He moved closer and brushed my lips gently with his. "Goodbye, Nerdy Benny."
He straightened his jacket and walked out of the office, leaving and my heart in pieces. That was who he rembered as: Nerdy Benny. How long will I stay Nerdy Benny?
*****
I pulled into the driveway three days after our divorce was final, expecting an empty house. I had let go of everything that tied to the nurals except the child growing inside . I didn’t want any guards watching and reporting to Richard.
I still didn’t have the heart to go see Mrs. Nuro yet. She would do nothing short of murdering . And my parents, well, since they found out about Gwen’s pregnancy, had been on my side. Of course, they would like us to resolve our issues, but they were currently supporting .
Despite their support, I knew I needed my own space, and I was seriously house hunting. Sothing simple and fit for a single mom. I would want it at a central location—among my ex in-laws, my parents, and Richard’s houses. Not too close but not too far away either.
I stepped on the porch and noticed that there was music playing. Sothing by Alec Benjamin. I never understood his taste in music. I, on the other hand, liked a bit more beat in rhythm.
For a mont, I considered leaving and coming back at a later ti. I let myself in and found him on the sofa, all the lights off and curtains drawn. I could see his bare, smooth chest, softly breathing. His abs are perfectly sculpted, not too macho, just enough to make my tongue water.
His eyes turned in my direction, and I saw the almost empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. It was 10am in the morning. He ignored and went back to staring into space.
My heart yearned for him, looking so undone. I wanted to reach out to him and find a switch sowhere to undo all the bad things in our lives. But I strode past him. "I ca to pack my things."
"Figures." He downed the rest of his drink, stood up, and followed behind .
"Richard, I don’t need your help."
"You don’t have to need my help. I will be there when I see you need help." His eyes were red, and he could hardly keep them open. He staggered a little but maintained his balance with a hand on the wall.
I stopped in front of our bedroom door. "You aren’t at work."
"I needed a break."
I nodded and stepped into the room. The mories we made in here hit like a ton of bricks; for so reason, anger welled inside . Life took my happiness away from .
"Second thoughts?" he asked.
"Too late for that, don’t you think?"
A muscle in his jaw tightened. "Because you made it late."
"No, because you wanted Gwen."
His lips parted like he was about to argue, but then he closed his mouth, exhaling harshly. "I didn’t sleep with her, Nita."
I laughed drily. "Oh, so you just happened to be naked in bed with her?" I stopped myself from going down this conversation path. "I’m not doing this. I ca to pack."
He pulled to him, caging in. "Nita... if it’s any consolation. I still do not rember you, but I believe now that I did love you. I feel pain here." He took my hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart was. My breathing quickened, and I felt the tears threatening to spill.
"You will rember Richard. I know that you will. But it’s unfair to both of us to keep this up while you don’t. I cannot take any more."
I looked up at him, my throat tightening. My fingers on his bare chest struggled with my brain to move, to caress him, to feel the smoothness of his skin.
His gaze softened, his hand lifting as if he wanted to touch but stopped himself.
"Richard, go. Please, before we do sothing stupid. I promise I will call if I need you."
He nodded, stepped back, and we stood there. Maybe sothing stupid wouldn’t be such a terrible idea.
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