Chapter 2 DIVORCE

I felt bitterness and pain but that slap washed it away. Now, the only thing in my mind is how to get my revenge and take what Roger stole from me. Suing him would have been the best option, but I have no money nor do I have any connection to a good Lawyer. Even revenge costs money, and now everything just seems hopeless, in fact, I am hopeless.

I didn't know anyone, uncle Wilbur didn't let me associate with people because he was so protective of me. I have no friends, no family to run to. I sat on the floor, the feeling of resentment washed over me. I had a lot of questions in my head. Where did I go wrong? What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything else but hated and blamed myself for all this.

I should have been a better wife, I should have never gone to check on him at the office. That way he would have never thought of divorcing me. While I was lost in thought, someone knocked on the door. I couldn't hear anything at first, and the person hardened the knock which drew my attention.

It must be Roger, I said to myself. He has come to tell me all of these were a joke or a prank, and that he didn't mean all the things he said. I smiled softly as I jolted up from the floor and ran to get the door, the smile on my face faded on seeing who it was. " Sophia? "

With a wide grin, she said, " Hi Isabelle, can I come in? "Her chirpy voice echoed in my head as I remembered her with Roger last night. How could she smile at me after sleeping with my husband? She looked at me and rolled her eyes. " Whatever," she said as she pushed me and walked in.

Did she just push me? I shut the door and went after her. " What are you doing here? Have you no shame? After sleeping with my husband, you have the nerve to walk into my house. How dare you."

" Oh please shut it, Isabelle, " she snapped aggressively. " This is no longer your house, but Roger's. And if you must know, he was never yours to begin with. He only used you, Isabelle."

My heart churned at her words, anger engulfed me as I clenched my fist, and spoke through gritted teeth. " What do you mean by that?" I asked as my heart kept racing with much intensity.

She tilted her head, sticking out her bottom lip in a little pout, and she looked at me with concern. " Poor little thing, I can't tell you anything other than what I have just said. Roger asked me to come here and get the divorce document with your signature on it, and he said I should also make sure you leave without taking anything aside from your clothes."

She walks around the house in bossy steps, looking at every item in it. " You have 10 minutes to pack up, I won't give you more than that." She sneered at me. For a moment I thought she felt my pain, I never knew it was all pretense.

I clenched my jaw as I wiped the tears that had filled my eyes. I stopped blaming myself because it was clear that Roger didn't love me, he endured me only for his selfish desires. All I could think of was revenge, nothing else.

I picked up the document on the floor and signed it. I mustered courage, packed my belongings, and headed downstairs afterward. Sophia sat on the couch with crossed legs as she smirked at me. I could see the happiness on her face saying she won beneath the smirk.

I looked at the house one last time, memories of my parents and Uncle Wilbur flashed through my head as tears trickled down my cheeks. I couldn't control myself anymore, if I stayed here one more minute I'd break down. I carried my suitcase as I stride towards the door.

" Bye my love," Sophia waved at me as she chuckled slamming the door behind me. This isn't over, I'll surely come back, I whispered to myself as I left the house.

I covered my head with a scarf as I walked down the street helplessly with nowhere to go. I couldn't think of anyone or anywhere. Never have I ever imagined in my life that a day like this would come.

I kept on walking and walking till I came to a pause at the magnificent Clover Hotel. It was that time of the year again when powerful and prestigious businessmen and women who are recognized in the state, come together for their annual seminars. I grinned while looking at the building, reminiscing about those times my parents and Uncle Wilbur always took me along whenever they attended the seminar.

I looked at the banner of the guest speakers that was hung outside the hotel and my eyes widened on seeing his name. Oliver Preston? I screamed with my mouth open. He is a powerful and well-known businessman who has never for once attended the seminar after being invited more than a million times. Looks like he made it to this one, I smiled.

You must be wondering how I know all these right? Well my Uncle literally tells me everything that goes on in the business line, and plus he knows Oliver Preston personally.

I looked at all the flashy and luxurious cars that were parked outside the hotel. My dream was to continue with my family's legacy and attend that seminar someday. The grin on my face gradually disappeared, and tears filled the corners of my eyes as I remembered I have nothing left.

I sighed and kept on walking hopelessly again and suddenly there was a heavy wind that blew my scarf away. The wind was heavy and blurred my vision. I placed my hand over my eyes as I ran to pick up my scarf without seeing properly. I picked my scarf, and suddenly I heard the screeching sound of tires and someone screaming at me. " Leave the way."

I froze on seeing the car that had appeared out of nowhere and coming towards me as I screamed covering both my eyes with my hands. The driver slammed on the break and the car came to a stop just a few inches from me. I sighed a sigh of relief and walked towards the car to apologize to them.

Suddenly the back door opened and a man stepped out and lashed out at me. " Are you crazy? Why would you jump in front of a moving vehicle like that? " Did he just call me Crazy? I thought to myself. " Who the hell do you think you are to call me Cra," I froze immediately without completing my ranting as I realized who the man was.

I looked at the banner outside the hotel and back to him as I blinked three times.

Oliver Pre Preston? I stuttered as my eyes widened with fear.