002 Divorced
1091 Words
Tiffany's Pov
"What's this?" I asked, my trembling hand holding onto the papers.
Damn it! I knew what it was, but I needed him to look me in the eyes and say it.
With a sardonic scoff, he taunted. "What does it look like, Tiffany? Come on, you're smarter than this. That's a freaking divorce paper, I'm divorcing you, Tiffany." he said sarcastically, like he waited all his life for this moment.
Sheila let out a taunting chuckle, her eyes bearing a triumphant look, a mix of mockery and derision.
She was clearly having a good show!
My life flashed in my eyes as his words hits me, making them echo more than they should.
I couldn't believe my ears, I could feel a sharp blade rippling through my heart, shattering it into pieces.
Feeling uncomfortable with Sheila's presence and her mockery stares, I decided to ask. "Can we talk in private?"
Bill snickered, "Are you dumb or you're just pretending to be? There's no debate Tiffany, stop playing the good wife card with me. Just freaking sign the damn papers and carry your pathetic self out of my sight, my house, and my life!" he yelled venomously, his gaze sharp and piercing.
My heart shattered yet again as his words sank in. I was stunned, expecting Bill to take his words back, to stop saying those mean and hurtful things to me but he never did.
How could Bill be this mean and heartless?
Does my feelings not matter to him?
How could he present me with divorce papers right after I caught him in bed with my step-sister?
For a moment, my world kept spinning around, my heart shattered beyond repair.
I had so many questions running through my head.
Why now? Why was he suddenly bringing up divorce?
Is he in love with Sheila?
Bill made it clear that he was not capable of loving any woman. I thought he'd change with time.
Why is he suddenly ditching me for my sister?
Could this be a dream, one I could wake up from and realize that none of this ever happened? But hell no! It was my fuckking reality!
One that I have to live with.
I can still remember vividly how my father and my stepmother forced me into marrying Bill.
The Castillos needed an heir and my father needed money to fund his company's expansion. Ever since my Mom died, and my father married Sheila's mom, everything changed.
I was so happy at first, I was so eager to have a sister I would play and share everything with, but my hopes were splashed when they didn't welcome me as much as I did.
For some reason, Agnes and Sheila hated the ground I walked on and they never failed to show it. And my father did nothing!
Absolutely nothing!
Sheila wasn't even his biological daughter but my father shifted all his love and attention to her and her mother.
Leaving me to go through life all alone. First, he sent Sheila abroad to study instead of me, he knew how much I wanted to do my masters abroad, yet he didn't care.
It has always been about Agnes and her daughter, my happiness didn't matter to my own father.
So, technically my father and Bill's Dad used to be close friends before Bill's Dad passed away.
My father offered to give me out to the Castillo family as their son's bride in return they'd give him the money he needed for his company's expansion.
Without my consent, my father signed the contract and shoved it down my throat.
At the time Sheila was abroad studying, so Agnes and my father offered to give me to the Castillo family instead as he was in urgent need of the money.
This didn't sit well with Agnes as she knew Sheila always had his eyes on Bill. But she didn't have much of a choice but to agree with my father.
It wasn't much of a hassle convincing me to marry Bill, I had a secret crush on him anyway.
Not like I had a choice, a crush or not, I was still going to marry him. It has always been my father and Agnes's way or the highway.
Without knowing much about Bill, I agreed to be his bride. Hoping he'd love me back in return.
My misery started from the very first year of our marriage, I was yet to conceive and that complicated things the more.
Bill was hardly home and yet Rebecca blamed me for our childlessness.
She called me barren and a woman incapable of carrying a child.
When Sheila came back after schooling abroad, she was livid when she found out I was married to the city's most wealthiest and powerful man.
Wait, Could it be that Sheila still had her eyes on my husband after all these years?
Shit! That's it!
The truth was staring right at my face.
"Why are you still standing there, sign the damn divorce papers and get the fuckk out of my life, you w***e!" Bill sneered angrily, which seemed to bring me back to reality.
There he goes again, calling me a whoree for the second time. What's he on about?
Sheila laughed, her hand caressing Bill's chest, a taunting smirk on her face.
Realizing I was still holding the divorce papers, my body shuddered as pain washed over my body, tears trailing down my cheeks. Just when I thought I could make our marriage work with the news of my pregnancy, just when I thought I could rekindle whatever was left of our marriage.
Then boom! He presents me with a divorce paper!
What did I ever do to Bill to deserve how he has treated me all these years?
No Tiffany, stop wailing over a man undeserving like Bill, he doesn't deserve these tears! My mind taunted me.
Suddenly I gathered myself together, wiping off the tears from my eyes.
Why fight over a man that clearly doesn't want me?
If Bill wants a divorce, then so be it!
I'm done trying to fix this charade of a marriage, done holding on to something that wasn't meant to be in the first place, done playing the good wife card.
I'm done trying to prove myself to Bill and his family. Sheila can have his sorry ass for all I care.
Fuck Bill, f**k Sheila!
Shattered, heartbroken, and betrayed, I picked up the pen and with a trembling hand I signed the divorce papers.
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