After Divorce: She Becomes A Billionairess.

Chapter 5

Rowland

I was unable to wrap my head around the fact that I had run into Rebecca in a hotel with none other than Sebastian Klein.

I know I was the one that demanded for us to be divorced but, I never realized that seeing her with Sebastian Klein would make me so jealous.

What kind of business does she have with him? Sebastian Klein is a notorious casanova who treats women like they are nothing, so I am surprised that Rebecca would even find someone like him appealing.

Have they been having s*x? Is that the reason she didn't even beg or fight to stay with me when I told her about the divorce?

“Did you give her a blank cheque? Why would you do something so stupid?” Catherine nagged as we made our way to my car.

We had just left Rebecca at the restaurant, and I was confused and at the same time angry. It was difficult to believe that Rebecca would move on so quickly without me.

Did this mean that perhaps she might have been cheating on me all this time?

“Answer me Rowland,” Catherine's voice once again pierced into my thoughts.

“What do you want me to say,” I asked, visibly irritated by her persistent nagging.

“Why would you give that fat bimbo a blank cheque, when you have never in your life given me such,” she demanded.

“She deserved it,” I answered her blankly.

“Ohh really? No wonder she is already looking for her next big meal because you obviously were not the only one she was sleeping with,” she said provocatively.

“You are not sure of that Catherine,” I said as I opened the car door and helped her in, before taking her wheelchair to the boot of the car.

I angrily kicked the tire of my car hoping it would take away some of the frustration I was having at the moment.

The urge to go back into the restaurant and pull Rebecca out with me was strong, but I knew that going back in there would result in some sort of chaos which would be bad for my reputation.

I got into the car and angrily sped out of the hotel.

“I can't believe that Rebecca has actually been cheating on you while you saw her as the most innocent person in the world, such a cheap w***e,” she said.

I knew Catherine was just trying to piss me off but I was not affected by her outburst as I was more concerned with the fact that I just saw Rebecca with another man.

I honestly wasn't thinking what our lives would be like after divorce. It was obvious I still loved and wanted her.

But my fear has always been, would she accept me the way I am when she finally gets to know the real me?

For the five years that we were married, she thought she knew the man she was married to, she thought she understood me. I wonder how she would feel if she realized the fact that I wasn't the man she thought I was.

Rebecca may have thought that I divorced her because I didn't love her but that was never the case.

If anything, I loved and still love her very much, but we are so worlds apart.

For five years I have had to hide my identity from her, for five years, I had wished I could tell her everything about me, but I couldn't, so I chose the easy way out which happens to accept Catherine back.

“You don't know her Catherine, if anything you should be grateful to her and not call her names,” I cautioned.

“Really, Rowland if I didn't know you better I would think you have fallen in love with our maid who happens to be a mere human, a very fat, ugly, shapeless one at that. Is that what this is?” she quizzed as soon as I sat down and turned on the ignition of the car.

“Catherine, she may have been a mere human maid while you were around, but when you left, she became my wife and mother to the little baby you abandoned, stop making this look like I cheated on you when you were clearly the one who left to goddess knows where,” I said, getting really mad at her audacity.

All the while I couldn't get Rebecca off my mind, why was she in that restaurant? Of course, I knew the restaurant belonged to Sebastian Klein, but it was hard accepting that they were together even though I heard him say it.

Rebecca wasn't a woman who was easily swayed by money, I was married to her for five years and she never asked for anything, even though she knew I could afford her everything she wanted.

“Yes, it is true that I left when you were down, but, have you ever thought of the fact that the reason you are now so successful was because I left you?” she quizzed confidently.

“I don't understand,” I said.

“Well, if I didn't leave, would you have fought harder to be this successful?” She demanded.

“I didn't really fight to be successful, I had a couple of people believe in me and my company, so they invested their money,” I corrected her.

“Still, if I hadn't left, your company would never have gone public, so think of it that my leaving you at that time was a blessing in disguise, moreover, you know how much I love you. If I didn't love you, do you think I would get pregnant and carry your baby in my womb for nine good months? I am your mate for goddess sake, I will not have you compare me to a mere fat ugly duckling in the form of a maid,” she said sobbing.

Hearing her call Rebecca such derogatory names made my heart ache and I subconsciously increased the speed at which I was driving.

I didn't know how fast I was moving until I heard Catherine's voice screaming.

“Rowland, what are you doing? You are going to have the both of us killed,”

At almost the same time I saw a truck heading in my direction, but luckily I was able to avoid the truck and struggled a little before bringing the car to a stop.

“What is wrong with you?” she yelled the moment the car stopped. “Has Rebecca cast a spell on you or something" she quizzed.

But I just ignored her, while trying to calm my nerves.

Even though I was finding it hard to take any of her excuses, I figured changing the topic would be in our best interest.

“It's okay, can we just stop talking about this?” I demanded.

“No, we should talk about this, for how long will I keep apologizing to you that I am sorry for leaving you? I have realized my mistake and I only want to spend my remaining days with you and our daughter, is that too much to ask?" she said sobbing.

Funny how her tears didn't affect me the way it would used to, but I figured consoling her would be in our best favor.

We got home later that night and I carried Catherine upstairs to our bedroom while I went to check on Clara in hers.

On seeing that she was sleeping, I walked over to her bedside and placed a kiss on her forehead.

I was about to turn to leave when I heard her voice.

“Is mummy back?” She asked with sleepy eyes.

“Yeah, she is really tired and has gone to bed,” I said.

“I am talking about my other mummy, Rebecca, is she back?” she asked.

Hearing her call Rebecca's name, felt like a lump suddenly grew in my throat which I tried clearing out.

“Sweetheart, how about you go to sleep, we will talk in the morning,” I said.

“I miss her dad, the house was boring without her today,” she said.

“I understand sweetie, why don't you sleep now, we will talk in the morning,” I said and she slowly nodded her head in approval before closing her eyes.

I carefully closed her door and went back to our room to see Catherine already sleeping.

Tiredly I sat on the bed and tried severally to reach Rebecca on her line but she wasn't picking up her calls.

My imagination ran wild with what could be happening between Rebecca and Sebastian, images of both of them tangled under the sheets kept flashing in my face.

****

I woke up the next morning and the first thing I wanted to do was to go over to the hotel and find out if Rebecca was lodging there.

But I got an emergency call from work which required my urgent attention.

By the time I was done, it was almost last afternoon, I quickly drove to the hotel and walked into the reception to ask after her.

“Sorry sir, we do not disclose the identity of our guests” the receptionist politely said.

”She is expecting me, she is my wife,” I said as I quickly pulled out the picture of Rebecca, me, and baby Clara to show the receptionist.

“Oh, I'm so sorry sir, she checked out a few hours ago,” the receptionist said.

“Do you happen to know where she was going?” I questioned.

“No sir,” she responded.

“Thank you,” I greeted the receptionist before waking out of the hotel.

As I got into my car, the only question that lingered on my mind was.

“Where are you, Rebecca?”