chapter 2

"you're what?"

"she your what?" I shouted feeling anxious and hoping its all a joke.

"she my fiancé and we're getting married next month. Am so sorry Erica but I don't love you. I love Julian." I was shocked at his words that I couldn't utter a single word. I wanted saying something but I hesitated, feeling my stomach tighten. it was like I was drowning and no one's there's to save me. I watched as my world crumbled and my life flashing right before my eyes.

even in my wildest dream, I could never imaging this. my heart fluttered.

His already married to me, how can he marry someone else?

"Erica," he growled low and brought me back to reality.

I tried to control my emotions but they seem to be getting the best of me.

I dropped my hand, shaking my head sneering.

"Michael, we're already married, how can she be your fiance?" I stared at her as her eyes glittered with malice.

"Erica," he bellowed low. "I am so sorry about all of this. yes, I admit we got married out of infatuation but we were still young and naive. I immediately cringed at his words.

what nonsense is he saying? who told him I was infatuated with him. I really loved this asshole, how can he even think what we had was infatuation huh?

" what your basically saying is that you never loved me but only infatuated? I stared directly at him.

he didn't answer but handed me the divorce papers to sign. I was stun by what was happening that I saw my life flashed right before my eyes.

All I knew was that if there were a time to be brave and courageous, this is most definitely that time. now.

"Michael, screw you, your fiance and the divorce papers." I couldn't believe such words could come out of my mouth, but I loved them. I couldn't degrade my self down to beg him. I might have lost my heart but not my self respect. my self respect is everything to me and I'll never compromise it for anyone.

"I won't sign them. let's see how you'll get married without me sighing the divorce papers." still astound at my own words.

"How can you do this to me? after all we've been through together, you just decided to end it all at once."

people truly can't be trusted. I got him the job he has today. That job was for me but I decided to give it to him because I loved him.

"Well I'm not sighing them." I decided to leave but his fiance grappled my wrist vehemently.

I stared at her as if she was saying something I couldn't understand.

"let go," I forced my hand out of her hold. "how dear you lay your filthy hands on me?!

"Huh?"

she stared a few moments before uttering a word.

"please sign them," she gently asked and handed me the papers but I forcefully refused.

"if you don't sign them, the retribution it might bring will be horrific." I ignored her and turned to leave but stopped and gave Michael one more look before I left.

I left them standing but I could feel them still staring at me as I leave. I wonder what that demented fiance of his meant by "the retribution might be horrific."

rambling baboon, that's what she it.

Michael couldn't get a suitable girl but an insane one.

I kept walking and thinking of what happened, how it happened and why it did.

I didn't notice I reached the road, not until a car hit me and I fell unconscious.

I didn't know where I was. my eyes were half opened but everything was blurred. The lights were too bright that the could nearly blind someone. Anywhere I was, it must be a very expensive place. only the smell of the place spoke that it wasn't any place ordinary.

I managed to get some strength and stood up and sat on the bed that was like nothing I've ever felt, so comfy. my eyes were wide open. I looked around the room and it was like nothing I've seen before. such ornate designs.

different sort of delicacies in front of me. I was very hungry but decided not to touch anything until I knew the owner of the house and how I got here.

I left the room. I looked around and wondered if I was still in Nigeria or not. but if I was I couldn't believe such places excited in my country.

my heart pumped harder and harder as I jogged through the foyer and towards the back of the door.

veering to the right, I bypassed the kitchen- one for everyday use and another adjacent to it for the caterers. I wanted to ask them who was their boss but everyone seemed so busy. I stood their for some minutes but it was as if I was invisible. I headed to the solarium at the side of the house and wondered how a person can own such a fortune.

I don't think the president house is as beautiful as this.

Opening the double doors, I stepped into the massive ceramic- titled garden room. The walls and the ceiling made entirely of glass, and instantly felt the rise in temperature. The thick, wet heat soaked through the fabric of my dress, making it melt to my body.

Trees rose above and all around me in the quiet, dark room, lit only by the moonlight pouring in through the windows overhead. I inhaled the sweet smell of the palms orchids, like violets and hibiscus, reminding me of my mother's closet and all the perfumes from her coats and scarves blending together in one space. I turned left, stopping at the glass door leading to the terrace. I immediately spotted a young man in his early twenties staring straight back at me.

my heart started thumping, and my neck heated. And against my own will, my eyes started to drift.