Chapter 3: A trip down memory lane

A trip down memory lane.

We are back at the restaurant and Tim is sitting across from me presenting me a divorce paper that left me shocked and cold inside, stating that he was done in the coldest voice that I have ever heard him use.

My head was full of questions that I wanted to ask. And one of them was how long has he been planning this. Because honestly this came as a shock. I know things hasn't been great between us but divorce? Where did that come from.

"Why?" I asked calmly, even though inside I was breaking apart. Holding it together took everything in me. I wanted to rage, to scream at the unfairness of its all. He was the one who cheated, but at the same time I wanted to beg him to stay. He was all I had. The only family I have left. I was terrified of being alone. I have been alone and it doesn't feel great. Which is why I wanted my marriage to work.

"I have found someone," he answered cooly not looking at me. He pretended to eat his meal. I don't know if he was using it as a ploy to avoid looking at me directly or he was truly hungry. As for me my appetite has been torn to shreds.

"Is it your secretary?"

He looked up at me sharply, shock written all over his face. He didn't ask but I could see in his expression that he was wondering how I knew. He must have assumed that he hid his affair very well from me.

I decided to answer his silent question. "I saw you. Few nights ago when I came to your office to have dinner with you."

"Oh," he muttered in a low voice, but didn't sound remorseful. "Well, now you know," he added callously. I stared at him wondering when I lost him. Did he ever care for me. He was treating me worse than he would treat a stranger.

"So there is no changing your mind?" I made one last attempt to try and change his mind.

He shook his head. "I am sorry, Ruby but I am no longer in love with you. I love Chelsea."

I am assuming Chelsea is the name of the twat he was fucking. How easily men loses their love for their wives when something younger and shiny comes along. It was a shame that despite him falling out of love with me, I still love him.

There was no need arguing or begging, when Tim makes up his mind about something there is no changing it. I brought the papers closer to me and signed them. My heart shattered as my signature landed on the last document.

"So this is it," I looked up at him, my voice slightly shaky. He shook his head. "One more thing," he stuck his hand into his suit pocket and took out something which he pushed across the table to me.

I looked from him to the small paper on the table. It was a check. Half a million dollars. I looked back at him without saying anything. My silence forced him to speak. "This should tidy you up for a while, and please don't ask for more because you wouldn't be getting it."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was making me out to be a gold digger. Like the reason I married him was for his money. He is wealthy, but not that wealthy and I married him because I loved him. Too bad that not only did I lose his love I also lost his respect.

I looked again at the check. I was tempted to ignore it and walk away, but Tim have been the one providing for me as he asked me not to work. To be home and take care of the kids when they come, but for four years we have waited nothing happened.

Pride will not put food on the table or put a roof over my head, so I picked up the check and left the restaurant without uttering a word to him. He wanted me gone and that is exactly what I was going to do.

Outside the restaurant I lost control. tears started trickling down my cheeks unchecked. I boarded a taxi to go home. I wanted to be gone before he got home from work. When I reached our house a strange vehicle was parked in front of it. A man stepped out of it when I came out of the taxi.

"Mrs Anderson?" The man asked. He was a tall guy, rugged features, and even the formal suit he had on couldn't hide his wildness.

"Not anymore," I muttered eyeing him curiously. He arched a brow at my words, his brown eyes confused. "Recently divorced," I answered with a brave face.

"I am sorry to hear that." His response was perfunctory, but I thanked him all the same. "So what can I do for you?" I asked him.

He hesitated a bit as if he wasn't sure how to say what he was about to say. "My employer wants to meet with you," he finally got out, and then looked hopefully at me. I don't know what he expected. For me to jump all over the place with joy at the idea of meeting his mysterious employer.

"And who is this your employer and what does he want with me?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him.

"He will tell you all that himself if you come with me."

"I am sorry Mr..." I waited for him to supply his name. "Blake, Samuel Blake." 

I nodded, and then resumed again. "I am sorry Mr Blake but I have more pressing matters to deal with than meet your mysterious boss." 

"He is not mysterious and please tell me what the matter is. Maybe we can help."

 At first I thought he was making a joke, but he looked too serious for his words to be treated as a comedy. 

"Thanks for the offer, but I can handle my problems." I tried to walk away when he screamed. "He is your grandfather." 

I stopped abruptly in my tracks, and turned to face him. "What?!"

He exhaled softly before speaking. "My employer, the man that wants to meet you is your grandfather. He asked me to find you and bring you to him." 

I wanted to laugh at his delusion. "I don't have a grandfather," I told him coldly and walked away. All my life I have been alone, believing that I have no one else in this world. That all my family had died when my parents died in a car accident, and now he is here telling me that I have a grandfather out there. Where has he been all these while. 

This shit was something I wasn't in the mood to deal with, not on top of every other shit going on today. 

Inside the bedroom I have shared with Tim for the past four years I packed my things with tears running  down my eyes, making sure that I left nothing behind. And when I wheeled my heavy suit case outside I was surprised to find Mr Blake still waiting. 

"Why are you still here?" I asked him, a frown on my face. 

"Because I will be fired if I don't come back with you. Please Mrs Anderson just come and hear him out. If you decide that you don't like what he has to say you can leave." 

I stared at him while I contemplated his words. "I still have another suitcase upstairs," I said after a brief silence.