After Divorce: She Becomes A Billionairess.

Chapter 2

Rebecca.

“Are you serious? Do you want a divorce because of Catherine?” I questioned, unable to believe the fact that he was divorcing me because of a woman who abandoned him at his lowest.

“Please, Rebecca, don't make it harder than it already is,” he said and paused as if looking for more reasons to justify his action. "Clara needs her mom, and I am doing this for her," he said, shifting his gaze from mine.

"What? Clara needs her mom now? What have I been to her?" I asked unable to hold back my tears.

"Rebecca, please, I am sorry for causing you any pain, but I still love Catherine and she has agreed to marry me. Which means we can't continue being married; moreover, Catherine is very sick, and all she wants is to be close to her baby," he explained.

"And how did you know about that? Have you been seeing her all this while? Is she the reason you have been traveling these past weeks?" I questioned.

"Yes, she called me about a month ago when the doctor told her that she only has six months to live and she wants to spend her last days with her daughter. I am the only family she knows, moreover, this is the only opportunity that Clara would get to know her birth mother," he explained.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I would never have expected to hear Rowland say such abominations to me.

Even though my heart was breaking I couldn't be angry with him, why should I? I was the one that fell in love with him in the first place even when I knew this marriage was nothing but a contract.

I was sad also because the happy family I envisaged for my unborn baby may never materialize.

Even though I so much wanted to tell him about my pregnancy, I couldn't, seeing that he had already made up his to be with the mother of his child. I didn't want to give him another reason for him to stay with me.

That moment I was done, I realized that even though I had run away from my home to start my life afresh in this town, I still made the mistake that made me run away in the first place.

“Is this what you want Rowland? Is Catherine what you want? I am asking you this because, If I sign these documents, there will be no going back,” I said, holding on to the slightest rope that he would say he was joking and that all this was nothing but a prank.

“I am sorry, Rebecca, I still love and want Catherine back; she is all I have; I can't lose her,” he said.

Sniffing my nostrils, I got up from the chair I sat on while cleaning my eyes.

"You can still have anything you want. This house half of my company, anything, just name it," he said.

"And what makes you think I need anything from you?" I asked, irritated by the fact that he thought money was the reason I stayed with him all these years.

"It was part of the agreement, and I don't want to bridge it; you have supported me in ways no one ever done, and it's only fair you take what you deserve," he said.

I couldn't fathom how he knew how much I had supported and stood by him all these years and was still willing to let me go.

"Don't worry, Rowland Anderson, I will survive; let me have a pen," I said, and I noticed a shocked look in his eyes.

I took the pen and signed the documents, and within seconds I was done.

“I will go and move my things out,” I said and was about to move out when he stopped.

"Rebecca, please, not this night. It's already too late; you can leave in the morning, and I will pay for any hotel of your choice to stay before you get an apartment," he said pleadingly.

It's crazy how he still thinks I would want to take a penny from him.

"This was never about your money, Rowland. It was about finding my happiness, but I can no longer get it from you or this home," I said, making my second attempt at walking out, but he pulled me back.

I tried my best to ignore the sparks from his touch, as he calmly stared into my eyes. God, I could almost swear that this man here loved me but, he didn't.

I mean who let go of a person they love?

"Please stay tonight, for Clara's sake, I don't know what I will say to her when she doesn't see you in the morning,"

"Tell her her mother is back, tell her I was nothing but a nanny, and like everyone other employed staff, this nanny has to go," I said, pulling my hand off his and walking off to my room before he could stop me.

I locked the door to our bedroom the moment I got in and all the emotions I had been trying to suppress flooded to the surface.

My body fidgeted in pure agony and at some point, I thought I was going to suffocate because I couldn't breathe due to tears and mucus sliding down my nostril.

I loved him; I loved him so much, and it hurts that he was willing to hurt my heart the way he just did.

Today was not supposed to end like this; it was supposed to make our new beginning; I was going to tell him all about me. I was going to tell him that I wasn't as helpless and hopeless as he thought and that I was carrying his child. A proof of the love we both shared all these years.

More tears rained down my eyes as I thought of all the happy times we spent together. He had never made me cry until today, and even though I wanted to hate him for hurting me, I blamed myself for falling for him.

What was I thinking? That he would finally make me his wife when all he had ever seen me as was a maid? My heart ached with every thought. I had thought I had finally found my happy place, but it was all an illusion.

I sobbed and sobbed until I couldn't anymore, so I slowly drifted into sleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted and wishing everything that happened the previous was nothing but a bad dream, but it wasn't.

I got out of bed and packed all my clothes into my bags. Once I was done, I went into the shower to clean up, and within minutes, I was done and all ready to move out of the place I once called home.

I took my phone and ordered an Uber to come take me out of there as I didn't want anything that reminded me of him.

I pulled out my bags into the sitting room and I found him lying down on the sofa, a clear indication that he slept there all through the night.

“Hey, you are ready?” He said, cleaning out the remnant of sleep in his eyes.

He checked his time to see that it was almost eight in the morning, I knew Clara would still be sleeping because it was a Saturday.

“Yeah. I have to go. There is chicken sauce and rice in the fridge; you can microwave it for Clara when she wakes up,” I said, a little bit saddened by the fact that I might never get to see Clara again.

“Where are you going to?" He asked.

“Anywhere, but not where I am not wanted,” I answered, trying my best not to break out tears.

“Stop saying that, please. You know I do care about you; it's just that it is a little complicated, and I am doing this for Clara,” he said,d, and I rolled my eyes heavily.

It was no news that Rowland would do anything to make his child happy. But this right here he was doing was because he still had some sort of feelings for his ex.

“Take this,” he said reaching for his pocket and pulling out his checkbook. He quickly scrambled his signature on a page and tore it to give to me.

“Here is a blank cheque; you can write anything you want, and the bank will grant it,” he said, stretching his hand with the cheque in it towards me.

“I don't want...” I was saying when he interrupted.

“Please, Rebecca, you are still my wife...” he pleaded.

“Ex-wife,” I corrected.

“Still, I don't want you ending up in the streets, and I don't want to see you doing jobs that would make me feel bad; please, this is the least I can do," he said, and I reluctantly took the cheque and threw it into my bag.

Just then, I heard the sound of a moment and a knock on the door; within seconds, the door opened, and a young lady wheeled in Catherine, who was looking very beautiful and healthy aside from the fact that she was sitting in a wheelchair.

Even though it had been five years since I had seen her, she was looking good and it was easy to say that she had been having a good life.

"Rowland, she is still here?" she asked in a pretentious, weak voice as soon as she saw me standing.

"Yeah, she was about to leave,” Rowland answered.

“I didn't realize I was been chased,” I said plainly to Rowland.

“Don't be ridiculous, Rebecca; of course, you know you are not been chased,” he cautioned, but we both knew the truth.

“Oh, Rowland, please would you help me get my bags from the car, I would like to thank Rebecca for everything she did for me and my baby, Clara,” she said faintingly.

Rowland nodded before heading out of the door. As soon as Rowland walked out of the door, Catherine's voice returned to normal.

“Hello Rebecca, or should I call you nanny?” she called out with an evil smirk hanging on her lips.

“Hello Catherine,” I answered, prepping myself for the worst to happen.

“oh, so you now even have the guts to call me by my name, well I guess that is what you get when your maid decides to take your position as the lady of the house,” she said

“I never stole your position, you left and abandoned your baby, remember?” I asked and watched her roll her eyes nonchalantly.

“I don't know what is going on in that big fat head of yours, but I want you to get something straight and that is the fact that I am back to claim what was rightfully mine. If I as must as see you anywhere close to my man or my daughter, I will make sure that you rot in jail where no member of your miserable family would ever be able to reach you,” she said threateningly.

“Wow, is this the thank you I am supposed to get from you for taking care of the child you abandoned as a baby up to now," I questioned, obviously disgusted by her attitude.

“Stop acting like you were not paid to do your job as a maid, you even got an extra tip by f*****g my man. You should be so proud of yourself because how else would a fat, shapeless bimbo like you would be able to attract a man like Rowland? Men like Rowland can never fall for women like you. No matter how much your type tries to keep them, they will throw you out at the slightest excuse they can find. They are always after beautiful slim, sexy, hot body women like myself, irrespective of how much we mess up. Don't forget, you came here as a bloody maid, his c**k was a bonus which I honestly think you should pay me for giving you such an opportunity," she said tauntingly.

“What opportunity are you talking about?” Rowland, who had just walked back into the sitting room, asked with concern on his face.

“Sweetheart, I was just thanking Rebecca for allowing me to be reunited with my daughter; it means everything to me; it's not every day one gets a loyal, hardworking maid like her?” she said, her voice suddenly back to sickly and dying with tears dripping from her eyes.

What a hypocrite!

I would have loved to tell Rowland that this woman didn't love him and that she was only here to suck him dry as she had done in the past, but I stopped myself. He picked her over me and, as such, deserves to suffer the consequences of his decision.

Just then, the sound of a car from outside told me that my Uber had arrived.

“That's my ride,” I said, carrying my bags; Rowland attempted to come to help me with my bags but was stopped by Catherine's sudden cry for help.

He retracted his steps to where she was and I noticed a smirk light up Catherine's side lip.

“My stomach hurts; please take me to the bedroom; I need to rest,” she said to him.

I watched him carry her out of the wheelchair and take the stairs leading to our bedroom with her hands wrapped around his neck.

Heaving a deep sigh and fighting back my tears I walked out of the sitting room and got into the cab.

“ Good morning ma'am," the cab driver said as soon as I was seated.

“Please, take me out of here,” I said to the driver.