YOU WANT A DIVORCE

“How did he find us.” Emmie spoke to the man who was sitting quietly on the bed. She was adjusting the white robe she had worn after taking a quick bath.

“I should be asking you that. Didn't you say he left the house before you did, and that he was probably at the office?”

“Yes, I did, I was clearly sure of that.” She glowered.

“Besides, he will be too busy with work and his daughter.” She rolled her eyes.

“Isn't she your daughter too?” The man asked.

“I can't believe he took pictures of us, he's going to send that to my parents.” Snubbing the question asked.

“Somehow, you don't seem to be worried about that.” He smirked as she came to sit on his lap, “It's clearly written in your eyes.” He switched her position and made her sit, facing him directly.

“Yeah, I actually don't care. At least, they'll know I'm with someone I love now. And I don't think he will. He wouldn't want the news to carry such news.” She placed her lips on his in a passionate manner, but when he didn't respond, she broke the kiss.

“Then why did you marry Mark?” The man wasn't able to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“I mean, he doesn't seem irresponsible. Does he?” The man asked.

“No… but, for some reason, I just don't feel satisfied with him.” She lamented.

“What do you mean? I'm rich, and he is also, you have a daughter with him, what else are you looking for?”

“Why are you sounding this way? I've never known you to be a counselor.” She played with the buttons on his shirt.

“I'm just trying to, you know, sympathize.” The last word was more sarcastic with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Sympathize with…” her hands played around his chest.

“I don't know!” He exclaimed playfully.

“Well, there's something I know…” she had a naughty smile plastered on her face.

“And what would that be?” Even when he knew what she meant, he loved to see her make the first move.

“You know what it is…” her index drew a line from his head and came to rest on his lips, “Boo.” She leaned in and smashed her lips on his, this time earning a yearning response.

“You're such a naughty woman.”

“I learned from the best, he's right in front of me.” They both spoke in a breathy tone before riding on each other through the night.

Meanwhile, Mark spent his morning moping the mess he left the previous night until his daughter knocked on the door.

“Daddy?” His eyes widened when he heard his daughter's voice.

He looked around the room and in a panic, he was hurriedly tidied up the room and hid the mop stick.

“Yes, baby, why are you up?” He asked, curiously.

“It's morning daddy.” She uttered and raised a brow at him.

“Really?” Mark gazed at his phone and groaned in silence.

“Daddy?” She called out and he smiled.

“Come in dear…” he yelled, still sitting on the chair.

“Where's mom?” She asked immediately she walked into the room.

“Mom, mom, mom.” He said repeatedly, trying to formulate another lie.

“Mom is taking care of some personal business.” He pulled her to his lap.

“Dad, is something wrong?” She asked after studying the look on his face. He was such a bad liar and didn't know that.

“No, darling, nothing is wrong. Why would you think that something is wrong?” He asked in a panic but tried not to show it.

“Well, you forget a lot these days, and you… smell like mom when she comes home at night.”

“What does mom smell like?” He asked, not to sure she understood the smell of how he reeked.

“Alcohol.” She stated simply, “Tell me what's wrong.” She pressured, “I'm safe. But are we safe?” She gave him a concerned look, her hand resting on his cheek.

Mark sighed, he didn't know what else to tell his daughter.

“Yeah, you're always safe with daddy.” He hugged her tightly,

“Don't you have a class today, I might not be able to take you there, but I'll ask the driver to do that.”

“No, don't worry. I'm a big girl now. I'll take the bus.”

“No, not the bus…. It's filled with hippies and weirdos and people!” He exclaimed the last park and his daughter burst out laughing.

“I know you're an introverted dad, but I want to explore.” She said and stretched her hands towards him, “Bus fare please.” she had a pleasing smile, one her father couldn't resist, so he reluctantly gave her the bus fare.

“Thanks, dad, I love you.” She pecked his cheek, running out of the room to get prepared. Getting late to karate class meant punishment.

“She looks like a marshmallow in her Gi (karate uniform).” Mark watched his daughter as she stepped out of the house.

“So confident. Maybe she took after me.” He thought, but then nodded negatively.

“She was more extra like her…” he paused and swallowed. He was about to talk about Emmie again.

He dialed the investigator's number again, “Let's meet at Bazooka later this afternoon. I know you would have gathered enough information by then.” Mark spoke.

“Sure boss. See you there.” The call ended and Mark went to get prepared.

He wondered what his wife saw in that buffoon. After taking a cold shower, he made a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs and coffee.

And after having breakfast, he laid on the couch and eventually slept off due to the stress, he was passing through.

“Mr. Mark, your wife cheated, it's all over the news.” He heard so many voices, evident all around him. Even the newspapers had it too.

“No… It isn't true…. it's not true!” He jolted out of his sleep and whined in pain because his head was banging. Beads of sweat trailed down his head, but his ringing phone quickly took away his attention.

“Hello boss, I've got the information we need.” He sighed as someone brought life back to him.

“You know the meeting place.” Mark replied, dropping the call as he grabbed his car keys. He was finally going to understand the strange man's business.

He stepped out of the house and moved towards his other car, a Range Rover, and his aura had entirely changed.

He entered the car and his destination was Bazooka, a bar he had chosen to speak with the investigator.

Without wasting any more time, he started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

He wanted to get hold of the info as soon as possible.

In about thirty minutes, his car was packed by the Bar which he had agreed for him and the investigator to meet.

“Are you there yet?” Mark asked as he put on his dark shade glasses.

“Not yet, sir, give me about ten minutes.” He spoke before the call ended.

Mark took a deep breath before stepping out of the car.

Bazooka was a very reserved bar where only men of status had access to.

“Hey.” He heard a voice from behind.

“Good day sir.” The bouncer at the entrance answered his call.

“When you see this man, let him in.” He showed the bouncer the picture of the private investigator.

“Sure thing sir…” the bouncer responded as he collected the huge tip Mark gave him.

The club had blue lighting which made it hard to see who was at the club and some girls danced around a pool to please some men, but that wasn't what Mark came here for.

He went straight to the VIP section and on his way there, he texted his investigator

“I'll be in the VIP section.” And the investigator replied with 'Ok'.

Mark had just made himself comfortable in the VIP section when the investigator walked in.

“Good day boss.” The investigator greeted me. He was wearing all black and had dark shade glasses on.

The VIP suite was just like a person room, with dark curtains to prevent anyone from seeing who was in the room. On the table were two glasses and a bottle of wine, which was in a bucket filled with ice.

“Let's get down to business.” Mark gestured him to sit.

“Yes boss, I did my research as I told you, I was able to get some interesting information on the man I saw with your wife. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get their location now due to the short time frame I was given.”

“That's okay, what did you find out.''

“Well, it turns out his name is Miguel Escobar. He isn't married yet, but he's known to be a famous drug dealer. He goes by many identities, but I was finally able to get this.”

The investigator pushed a file he brought out from his briefcase towards Mark.

Make went through it, his eyes widening as he nodded in thought.

“So he has been jailed before?” Mark asked.

“Appears so.” The investigator spoke.

“Okay then, we can't be seen together here, but if you have any other details, please let me know. I need to go pick up my daughter.” He excused himself from the meeting.

He was shocked at the kind of man his wife had picked over him.

When he got into the car, his buzzing phone caught his attention.

His eyes widened when he saw the caller, who appeared to be his wife. He has been trying to reach and finally, she was calling back.

“Hello, Mark, I have something to tell you.” Emmie said immediately the call was picked.

“Go on.” Mark observed her voice, and he didn't seem to notice even a bit of remorse.

“I don't think I can go on with our marriage, I just can't do it. You saw what you saw. You can't satisfy my needs… Not even an heir to the company.” She paused, waiting for Mark's reply.

“You want a divorce?” He asked as he realized what she meant by the whole unnecessary hateful speech.

“Yes.” She replied without a second thought.

“ It's fine. If that's what you want; okay.” Mark agreed with his heart stabbed.