1 Chapter 1
A car parked outside the house.
Before the door was unlocked, she soon realised that the door was already left in that state. She quickly went through her handbag to get her phone and dialled 911; she placed her hand luggage near the doorway. She grabbed the nearest thing to her, one of a pair of silhouettes.
10pm, the clock read.
The hallways of the house were dimmed as she made her way down. The clocked chimed louder and quicker with each step she took, overtaking both heart pounds. Instinctively, one hand fell on her belly, shielding it as the other hand on the door knob.
Carefully opening the door ever so slightly, sounds of moans invaded her surrounding, roaming down the halls. She peaked her head through to see a sight that turned her world upside down.
Tangled on the bed was her husband and another woman.
The shoe clashed as it hit the floor. She backed away from the door and ran out of the house, not forgetting to grab her hand luggage from the doorway. She boarded her car, jamming her keys in; she wiped her tears away, keeping her head straight and drove off.
When she felt she was far enough, she parked her car at the nearest space available. Her heavy breathes filled the rover- her hand rest on her stomach while her head rested on the stirring wheel with her eyes sealed, unfortunately, a tear was still able to form and drift down her cheek, followed by another and another and another until they just danced on.
Meanwhile….
The sudden sound shook Will, his previous thrusting movements seized as he stared at the bedroom door.
Sensing he's averted attention, Sasha bit hard on his lip causing him to flinch again.
'What's wrong?' Sasha whined as she wrapped her hands around his neck.
He brushed her hands off him and covered his body with the sheet.
'Nothing, let's just call it a night.' Will said, his eyes focused anywhere but hers.
He kissed her on the head, turned to the opposite side and switched of the lamp, leaving Sasha stomped in the darkness.
A month later…
"I want a divorce," a clear sound resounded, its echo deafening with the silence while the wild wind carried it along the room.
Will's movement had stopped, his previous straight lips made a 'u' shape, his nose scrunched up. After putting the papers down, he moved his reading glasses of the tip of his nose as his eyes scanned the woman in front of him from top to bottom.
"Didn't your mother teach you that it was rude to stare a lady. "sneered the woman before carefully placing a bunch of paper work on his table, as if it was a dear child she was placing in its cot.
Picking up her mug, she cautiously blew the steam, cooling the drink then placing it unto her lips. The man's lack of response did not seem to faze her, rather it appeared as though she had expected it. She lazily placed her left leg over the right and enjoyed her cup while staring at the grey shelf, next to the grey sofa, in front of the grey walls. While on the other side of her, the man's glaze remained on the woman before him.
Slowly, silence engulfed the entire space, even the previous wild wind had become a gentle breeze almost in fear of breaking the mood.
After what felt like hours, Will finally picked up the papers reading through when he picked up on a certain causing his eyes to bulge. A god like aura adapted around him as he quickly stood up.
"What is this?!" he bellowed.
The woman's eye brown rose before she placed her mug on the table.
"First of all, watch your tone. Secondly, it's the divorce papers." She cooed at him; her eyes flashed with amusement before settling back to her still indifferentness.
"Don't play games with woman!" he warned.
"Rest assure, I don't play games with kids!" she smirked.
"Explain this!!" slamming the paper on the table, he roared.
Aithne picked up the paper, scanned over the words until she found what made him react. A side grin appeared on her face as she moved her line of sight from the papers to the exploding rat before her.
"Well, I believe it is pretty self-explanatory Mr Attah. However, if I must, it says I will receive 25% out of the 51% shares you hold to the Royal Corporation." She explains as a teacher would her student, ever so often making signs to help him better understand her words.
"I WILL GIVE YOU NO SUCH THING!!"
"I believe Mr Attah studied law for some time, well then you should be aware that I married you before your corporation came to be, meaning that I am intitled to half of everything you own.", she expressed, "You should be grateful that I didn't collect my 0.5% else I would have just as much shares as you."
"GRATEFUL FOR WHAT. YOU YOU"
"Spell it out."
"FIRST YOU CHEAT ON ME AND THEN YOU TRY TO TAKE MY COMPANY!!", Will screamed, "I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN GIVE YOU A CENT!!"
"well that can be arranged" Aithne mumbled.
Will's eyes sharped.
"Listen to me, you can either calm down and have an adult conversation or you can speak to my lawyer." Aithne sighed.
"Did you sleep with him too? Is that why you got this planned so quickly?" he accused.
"Wrong answer.", she groaned, "Well this is goodbye Mr Attah"
"ANSWER ME!" Will growled, his hands rose up when h-
"I suggest you keep your hands to yourself, Mr Attah. After all, we both know how you valve your face and not to mention that I am trained."
Aithne uncrossed her legs, stood up and brushed her suit. She then exited the room.
Shortly after, a thump was heard from the office with the divorce papers at the door's feet.
It was midday, the busy city traffic abruptly shattered when a car drove into a woman.
The woman's body drew a parabolic curve in the air before crashing into the windscreen of a car that was coming from the opposite direction. The man in the car's front seat kept driving into forward before it crashed into a pole which caused the car behind it to immediately stopped without warning. The other vehicles followed suit, some managed to stop while eithers weren't able to stop and one after the other ran into each other's backs.
The man in the car at the front shook as he stared at the broken, blood splatted windscreen, his face paled.
The beeps of machines rang, almost as if they were expressing their care. The smell of cleanse and sanitiser choked in a rush as the stretcher entered.
The stretcher was rushed, it swung, cooing the half-unconscious woman, rocking her, protecting her while it was soon absorbed with thick, warm blood; it swiftly crawled upon the stretcher before pouncing on the woman causing a loud cry to come out followed then by tears.
The pure sherds of tears trickled into the cured blood, engulfing the purity, her clothes, her eyes. Her previous hand that laid on her stomach stiffen much like her eyes when she felt a dip in her lower abdomen.
"She needs to be taken to theatre, stat."
