He arrived home earlier today, and sure Fiona wouldn't still react to it in a good manner, but he had been busy all day, looking for a grand gift for her 28th birthday.
He had saved up some money from the few drops of notes given to him by the first set of customers at his former workplace, although several others treated him with contempt. "Hey, babe! How do you do? He asked while staring at Fiona, his hands reaching for her waist, she hit his hands with her fingers. " You don't seem to be happy, what's making you look moody" Romsey asked, spreading his palms towards her direction. "I have a surprise for you" He quickly added, reaching for his pocket, he had purchased a flower for her, but that was not the grandest thing about it, he had also gotten something strange but expensive from a kind woman at work. "Let me show you something else, "putting on a little smile on his face, "Someone gave this to me at my friend's office, I feel you should have it", he pointed a wrapped card to her. But as he was yet to complete his words Fiona quickly turned to look back at him, the smirk on her face revealing how unconcerned she was about anything that had to do with Romsey. "I don't have anything to say to you, I am sick and tired of you, and I mean every single word I say, I'm tired of your petty gifts, you're so broke and poor!". she said, unknown to her and Romsey that the black card in Romsey's hands had several amounts of money linked to it, an asset from a rich and powerful lady, the daughter of the 3rd richest man in Canada. Romsey knew he would face these complaints at home, it has always been this way every day. "You're giving me another ring? The first cheap one you got as our wedding ring is faded, I wouldn't know if you think of me as being "Lord of the rings!" she screamed, one could feel the bitterness in her voice. "Look babe, I'm doing all I can to make sure that I give you the best things in life". "I understand your fears and would do anything to prove to you that I am man enough" He added, his quivering voice could show how exhausted he was. "Is there anything to eat? He asked. "Yeah, why not just walk to the dining table to fetch something for yourself" Fiona barked back while returning to the bedroom. Romsey quickly shoves off his shirt, moves close to the table, and finds out that it is already arranged, he reaches for the water basin, and dips his hands, he can feel the coldness in it, he closes his eyes for some seconds. A feeling of calmness surges into him. He was so hungry and exhausted. He lifted the lid of the plate, expecting to be greeted by the delicious aroma of food. Instead, he was met with emptiness. Confusion clouded his face, swiftly replaced by shock. "What is this?" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Fiona! Fiona!" His cry filled the room as he sprang from his chair, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and bewilderment. He hurried to the room, his steps quickening with each stride. With trembling hands, he pushed open the door, bracing himself to question her. But as he entered the room, his eyes widened in disbelief, hoping it was all a mirage. The sight before him was all too real—Fiona, in the arms of a man he had once trusted and introduced her to, his tongue buried in between her legs. She emerged from the covers, her expression a mix of annoyance and defiance. "How dare you barge in here like that?" Her voice dripped with anger as she confronted him. "Didn't you see your ring inside the plate on the table? Didn't you check underneath to find the divorce papers? That should have been enough for you to understand that it's over between us!!". ****** Romsey's heart shattered into a million pieces as he realized the depth of her betrayal. Pain etched across his face, mirroring the anguish in his heart as he stood there staring at the woman he had married. She felt no remorse for her actions. He felt like the world had turned empty. Pain swirled inside him, turning into anger that made it hard to breathe. "Get out and don't come back!!" she ordered, her voice sounding firmer. "Sign the divorce papers on the desk. I can't settle with a poor boy in exchange for a man, you're just too poor for my liking. I'm sick and tired of being in a marriage with a dry and poor brat like you" She rained abusive words on Romsey. He looked at Fiona, but she showed no remorse, just coldness. "You think I'm too poor for you," he said, his words sharp. "Can you please allow me to prove to you that.." he didn't finish the words when a man coughed. Turning to Mr. Lucas, Romsey saw him sitting comfortably on the bed, indifferent. Lucas didn't even glance up from his phone, showing no care for the pain he caused. Romsey moved toward him, ready to confront the man who betrayed him. "Mr. Lucas!" Romsey called out, his voice tinged with disbelief and hurt. Lucas raised his head slowly, a smug expression playing on his face. "Broke men deserve no loyalty. I offered you a job in my company. I'm the head there, and no one can question me," He boasted, the pride evident in his voice as he looked down on Romsey. "So you employed me to dump garbage in your office, just to humiliate me like this?" Romsey's voice cracked with shame, his face flushed with embarrassment. It felt as though Lucas was smearing his face with a bucket full of it, each word driving the point home. Romsey shifted towards Lucas, his eyes brimming with tears, but he held them back. He didn't want to cry in front of Fiona, who was pacing back and forth, ready to attack if he faltered. Man, you'll need to leave this house right now!!" Romsey said, his voice trembling but trying to sound brave. "Leave which house?" Fiona interrupted. Before he could respond, her hand landed on his cheek with a sharp slap. Romsey felt the sting of humiliation and pain spread across his face. "You did what?" Romsey asked, his fists tightened as he walked towards her, his heart beating harder.As Romsey turned to leave the room, he heard Lucas's mocking scream "Loser!" The words pierced through him, adding to his already deep sense of humiliation.Stepping out of the room, Romsey was met with the harsh sound of the door slamming shut behind him, followed by Fiona's footsteps as she hurried to lock the main entrance. He tried to sit on the sofa, seeking a moment of respite, but Fiona grabbed him, her grip firm."I didn't tell you to leave the room, I meant you should leave this house! Leave this residence!" Fiona's words were cutting, filled with disdain. "Have you forgotten that it was gifted to me after our marriage? Walk out and don't make me push you out. You're a thorn in my flesh. I detest you, and I don't want to see a poor thing like you in front of me ever again." Romsey felt the weight of her words like a heavy burden, the humiliation almost too much to bear. He stands up and looks at Fiona right in the face, a drop of tears rolled down his cheek, he blinks his e
Back in the hotel room, Romsey shockingly wakes from the bed, his heart racing as he glances at the clock hanging lifelessly on the hotel wall. Its silent ticking shocked him. "Past 9 in the morning already!" he exclaimed, feeling the weight of lateness bearing down on him. He rushes to get out of bed, but then reality strikes - he wasn't at home.Back in his own bed with Fiona, waking up so early had become an attitude as he often leaves bed a few minutes before 9, ensuring her breakfast was ready and the dishes meticulously arranged, lest he face the day's consequences: hunger, courtesy of Fiona's anger. He sank back into the hotel bed, wrapping himself in the heavy blue duvet that seemed to shield him from thoughts of Fiona's infidelity. Attempting to drift back to sleep but his phone interrupted with a shrill ring. Lazily, he reached for it, clearing his eyes and stretching his body, he blinked and looked again, a reminder of Fiona's family reunion.Romsey's mind raced. He had wa
Roger throws a cup of leftover coffee on Romsey's shirt, it lands just on his face as he wipes it off, but before now his shirt has already become sullen from the pressure of being dragged. "You can lick from that, man. I believe you're thirsty" he said scornfully. Face your shame, man, next time you know how to be responsible," Roger retorts as they ignite the engine of a C-class Mercedes.As he prepared to depart, three Golden Bugatti Veyrons pulled up, their sleek bodies gleaming in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the Mercedes. The Bugattis, each valued at several million dollars. Symbols of opulence and luxury, commanded attention with their price tags that showcased wealth and status. Everyone turned to the sound of their V8 engines."Look at the car I want you to get me for our wedding anniversary," Felicity exclaimed, pulling Roger's attention to the gleaming ride as if he hadn't already been admiring it.Roger smiled at her playfulness, knowing it was far beyond his means.
He has met his Waterloo," a tall, slim woman said from the crowd. "Order them out of here; I wouldn't want to turn and see any of them a second time."Romsey sat, watching Tim and his set of erring workers being pushed out by the guards. he turned to see his former colleagues at work looking at him in surprise, Roger couldn't imagine his eyes. It seemed like he was daydreaming. He shook his head in disbelief. For Tim, the shame was grave enough, his four years of job experience now lost in a twinkle of an eye. He had struggled to rise through, but his deafening and arrogant character demoted him.*******Romsey headed back into his room to prepare for the next business of the day. It was the Ralphs' family reunion, and Lucas had paid for the most expensive conference room to impress Fiona Ralph. They were all seated when the door opened, causing Fiona and her mother to turn. Fiona frowned when she saw Romsey walk into the hall."Who invited this man to the family reunion?" Sterling g
immediately as she entered the conference room, the securities lined up behind her as she looked around."Here is the idiot that wants to hack your system," Lucas mockingly said, pointing to Romsey who was still smiling with the Black VIP card placed between his fingers.Brian was behind him, watching curiously for the next line of action. "Ma, I have told him that the card cannot be accepted here," Rossie added."Shut your mouth, Rose, and never say another word." Britney angrily turned to Lucas. "It's fine, sir, we will take care of it from here."She greeted Romsey, taking the card from him. Britney flipped the card in her fingers to see both sides of it and rushed out of her office.*******In her office, Britney swiped the black card on the debit machine, but to her surprise, it kept declining."I can't believe this could be fake; it looks just like the real one," Britney muttered to herself."He needs to be arrested, Ma," the guard standing nearby replied, his face reflecting se
Outside the hotel, it was time for pictures, and Fiona clung tightly to Lucas, her body so close that it seemed as if she was glued to him.Romsey, at the other end, never joined in the pictures. He stood with Brian, a secluded member of the family."What do you do for work, Brian?" he asked."I'm not working yet, sir. Is it true that the card really worked, or would you work here to cover up for it, as Mr. Lucas said?" Brian asked curiously, his eyes fixed on Romsey's face.The conversation went on for some minutes."You can't imagine the idiot was saved today," Fiona reported loudly, shocking Romsey. The Ralph family had made enough jest and mockery of Romsey, enough to make him lose hope on living.Mr. Alexia was sitting at the edge of the hotel's Pinnacle when a fleet of seven expensive and luxurious cars drove into the hotel. A convoy of seven supercars, which included a Rolls Royce Phantom, the latest version, a Lamborghini Aventador, and a Golden Bugatti Chiron, all exotic vehic
In an old building, another of Romsey's childhood friend, Prince Tom, a once renowned businessman had taken two days off, nursing inner wounds from the recent humiliation inflicted by one of his company's investors. He knew he had to seek funds to repay debts, but the daunting task left him with uncertainty, he certainly had little or no idea of who to approach at this juncture as all that was written about Flames and Co. were debts from unpaid loans.Flames and Co, a company that once stood as the magnanimous pyramids of Chicago business magazines is facing ruins over miscalculated and exorbitant expenses, coupled with insincere workers.*****Most recalled was the humiliation of the early Friday morning, a day Prince Tom stood watching a man who had once been a friend and business partner storm into his office, pushing his secretary away, when she tried to stop him by telling him that the CEO wasn't in the office. Of course, there was no way he wouldn't be in office as far as his onc
BRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIING!!An alarm clock clanged in the opulent and silent room where Roselvett slept. Her room, a pink-painted spacious room, with paintings and carvings attached to the wall, which included her enlarged pictures, a well-painted flower vase with some pink roses stood close to her makeup desk.Light rays pry their curious eyes beneath curtain spaces, trying to make her understand that it was a new day, "a fresh start" for her. She opened her eyes unsure if she had dreamt of anything last night, first blinked and wiped her face, then stretched as though her body parts were about to disintegrate. Her bed, a king-sized family bed, one that makes her look tiny when she cuddles to her teddy bear beneath pillows, it spreads across like a wide football field. She sits up and makes her normal "sign of the cross" routine by running her fingers to her forehead, then to her shoulders, with the other hand placed firmly on her chest, which was already covered by her big ripened b**b