Divorce papers

Moore.

I stared blankly at the papers thrown at me, my eyes watered and blinded by tears as I struggled to compos

e myself.

“I will go, Grey, but not without knowing the terms of this divorce,” I groaned, forcing the words out.

“I don't think you understand what you're getting into, Moore,” Nora spat for the first time since I arrived. I turned, my eyes glaring at her with a look of death. “Are you so clueless or just pretending to be ignorant? You signed some papers when you were arrested, didn't you?”

“And how does that relate to my question?” I asked, still in disbelief as I looked at her. How could I have surrounded myself with enemies?

“You're really clueless. You signed that no properties would be given to you after you returned. I mean, you weren't even supposed to return anyway,” she countered, with mockery in her voice. “I see why you got disowned. I would have done the same if you were my child.”

My eyes widened in shock. My hands shook vigorously as I stared at the papers in my hands. “You mean I am to leave here with absolutely nothing?”

“You signed it voluntarily,” Grey shrugged. “Enough talking now, just sign the damn thing. Your presence is already irritating.”

I nodded, fighting the urge to break down. “I'm not signing this. Never!” I roared, my body vibrating with intensity. “I'm going to sue you for this, I am!”

My outburst of anger only sounded like a joke as both parties snorted with loud laughter.

“Moore, look at you,” Grey said, recovering from the laughter. “How do you even expect to get yourself a lawyer? Your dad won't help you, he banished you, and don't forget you don't have any inheritance. You traded all that away to me.”

“Arrrgh!!” I screamed in agony, my nostrils unable to let in air. I clenched my chest, the pain reactivating and taking over my whole body. “You will never get away with this, I promise.”

“You know the best way to get revenge is by dying,” he retorted, picking up the telephone. “Henry, get your ass here. I need you to throw someone out.” He stared at me. I wished I could pick up a knife and push it into his wicked heart. I badly wished to see him die in my hands. I wanted to hear him beg for the life he so much took away. He killed Logan just to get rid of me. This man took a life!

“Signing that is just to let you know this marriage is over. If you don't know, I will have them force you,” he said, putting down the telephone.

“What have I ever done to you?” I asked, my gaze directed at Nora, my best friend since college. “What was my offence, Nora? What was it?”

“Nothing,” she breathed, her eyes smiling. “Nothing aside from being a constant reminder that with people like you, I'm a nobody who isn't recognized by anyone. You have been a thorn in my flesh, Moore, and I'm not sorry for seeing you like this. It's all I have always wanted.”

“You!” I spat, spurring up to her, but I was caught halfway by a firm hand.

“Behave, lunatic,” the voice ordered, pushing me roughly away, and I hit my head on the floor. He squatted down on me and grabbed me by the hair. I squinted in pain as I was being dragged out.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” I groaned, forcing myself off the stronghold of Grey's guards who were forcefully pushing me out of the room alongside my belongings. “Get your hands off me.”

“If you had signed as instructed and walked away quietly, you wouldn't be dragged like a lowlife thief,” Nora said, her voice resounding alongside her steps as she walked down the stairs. “You never learn until you're taught a really critical lesson.”

“Let her sign the papers and throw her out afterwards,” Grey announced. “You should try to live well. If you try anything stupid, I will eradicate you with no traces.”

“You will regret this,” I roared as I was forced to sign while he only chuckled before going upstairs with her, both holding hands.

The guards picked me up after I was forcefully made to sign and pushed me out of the building. I was out in the streets of Italy, wandering around with no destination in mind and left with nothing but the same bag I had with me from the prison.

With eyes blurry and my feet sore from walking, I sat devastated on the roadside, watching the cars go by while I reflected on my life.

Should I return home? Will Father, Emily, and everyone else in the house accept me back? How do I even go home!

I pushed my hands helplessly into my dishevelled hair as hot tears gathered, pouring freely as I buried my head in my hands. I was only thankful for one thing. The only person I could think of was Nicole. I pushed my hands into my jean pocket to retrieve the address she had given me.

She was probably resting, but I needed her help regardless. Thank goodness her home number was there. I walked over to the young man sitting a few steps away from me and requested his phone.

Luckily, he understood my plight and lent me the phone. I put a call across and whoever it was picked up almost immediately.

“Nicole?” I called before the receiver could say anything.

“Yes?” Her husky voice aimed out and a loud shriek of happiness escaped my mouth, my eyes filled with tears again.

“Nicole, it's me, Moore.”

“Moore, oh my goodness, is this your number? Are you...” she paused, I bet she noticed my silent whimpers. “Are you crying?”

“Nicole,” I broke into full-fledged tears. “Nicole.”

“My goodness, where the heck are you?” she asked, curiosity laced in her voice.

“Somewhere here in Venice. You can trace me with the phone, I'm too disoriented to know,” I replied, turning apologetically to the gentleman whose eyes bore extreme pity for me.

“Good!” She snorted. “Stay there, I'm coming.”