Williams, not wanting to lose on all sides, decided to make peace with Ariel. He tried to reach out to her several times but each time he did, his call was directed to voicemail. He didn't need anyone to tell him she was with Jonathan, making him furious but there was nothing he could do about it.Pacing the length of his family mansion, he has his hands resting on his waist as he awaited his father who had agreed to grant him audience after several pleas. Immediately Harrison arrived, he didn't waste time in running to his side only to receive a cold shoulder. “Be snappy with whatever you want to say, I’m busy.” He huffed, walking hurriedly through the hallway. “Father please, I need you to help me.” He took a deep breath and with his hand stuck up in his head, he said, “Ariel left me for him. I have been trying to mend our relationship but she is unwilling to listen to me.” He groaned as Harrison watched him with his hands crossed. “Can you listen to it yourself?” He scowled, r
The next morning, Sarah woke up with a wince, holding her head with both hands as it banged non stop. It was as if her head was going to split open the next second. “Oh dear, I need to figure out my life now.” She muttered, throwing her feet off the bed. Staggering, she made her way to the bathroom and after her morning routine and taking pain relief, the pain which she felt subsided. Still in her bedroom, she heard the doorbell ring.Thinking it was Williams who had come for her, she hurried down the stairs only to be greeted with a strange man dressed in a three piece suit. Taking her eyes downward a bit, she saw the logo of the Williams family's law firm. “Is everything alright?” She found herself asking as she stared at the man in front of her. Pushing a file towards her, he said, “You have three days to vacate the building as the ownership has been handed to my client, Williams Logan.” Wearing a look of confusion, Sarah shook her head. With a little smile, she said, “I’m
Three weeks later…Going through the documents Divah had submitted to him earlier, Jonathan had his whole attention on it as he tried to comprehend its content. Working at Blue Net gave him a lot of exposure that he never thought existed thereby challenging him to give in his all. “Sir, you have a phone call.” Divah interrupted his solitude, poking her head into his office. “Take the call, I need to concentrate.” He said, not bothering to look in her direction for even a minute. “It's from Mr. Gray, he sounded urgent a while ago.” Rolling his eyes, Jonathan pushed his chair backwards as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. Waving the device in front of her, he said, “I will call him from here.” “Okay sir.” She replied and then scurried off. Standing behind the window with a hand tucked in his pocket, Jonathan allowed his eyes to roam around his vicinity as he waited for the lines to connect. Immediately it did, he stood upright, “Father, is there an issue?” He asked, his b
For the remaining minutes to the end of dinner, no one said a word to the other as they focused on their food. Jonathan was the first to leave the table, followed by Raiden who ran after him.Grabbing him by the cuff of his shirt, he shoved him roughly on the wall, “You think you are smart huh!” He snarled, his eyes reddened in anger. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Jonathan replied calmly. He wouldn't want to exchange fists with him for whatever reason. “You went behind us and struck a deal with father.” He pushed him aside and still fuming with anger, he began to pace to and fro as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Pushing his hand forward, he wanted to send his fist into Jonathan's face but he was quick to duck before he got hit. Surprised at his speed, Raiden attempted his earlier action for the second time but the result was still the same. “I can see you have grown big.” He laughed, rubbing his palms as an evil grin appeared on his lips. “Believe me when
The next morning, Jonathan was dressed in casual clothes since he wasn't going to the Blue Net, rather, he was going to resume as a janitor in the shopping mall. Solomon had ensured that everything he needed was put in place and also informed the head of the janitor's. When he arrived, with the aid of the description Solomon had given to him, Jonathan was able to locate the store. “Good morning, I'm supposed to resume today.” He was speaking to the lady who was in charge of the store house. In front of her was a laptop which she was scrolling through as she sipped from her cup of coffee. When she didn't respond to Jonathan's words, he repeated himself a few more times until she slammed her fist against the table, glaring angrily at him. “Can't you see I’m busy?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.“I'm sorry ma’am.” He quickly apologized as he stepped backwards with his head bowed. Since Solomon was the one who had put a word for him, he wasn't expecting her reaction but neve
“Am I speaking with Mr. Gray?” A masculine voice asked at the other end of the call.“Yes please!!" Jonathan responded with an enquiring tone.“I'm afraid you need to come to the hospital right now. This is Dr. Solomon speaking, your wife was admitted a few hours ago and it is very urgent, she has hospitalisation bills that needs to be sorted out, so your presence is needed right now." The voice said with a hint of urgency.A feeling of fear and agitation flushed through him and he spoke to the doctor in a stutter, “My wife? How come?"Jonathan was very sure he left her at home that morning, hale and hearty. She had held his hands and hugged him warmly before he left for work.“Doctor, is my wife okay?" Jonathan went on to ask.His palms are already getting sweaty. “First of all you need to calm down, and then come over to the hospital. That best answers your question.” the doctor added.Jonathan hung up the call that moment, walking out of the office to the hallways in fast strides.
Seeing the evidence right in front of her, Sarah knew she had been caught.Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears as she tried to cover up the truth. "Jon, please. I’m sorry. It’s not what you think. Please forgive me."But Jonathan's resolve was firm. "We’re done, Sarah. I want a divorce, there is nothing you or anybody would say that would change that." “ What about Hazel? If we get divorce, how do you intend to take care of her?” Sarah was trying to use their daughter to threaten Jonathan.Just then, his phone rang. It was their daughter, Hazel. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the hospital, ignoring Emily’s desperate, threatening words.Jonathan's hands were still shaking as he drove away from the hospital. Sarah's pleas echoed in his mind, but he forced himself to stay firm. She had betrayed him, and he couldn’t forgive her for that.His phone rang again, breaking his thoughts. It was their daughter, Hazel. "Daddy, when are you coming home?" she asked, her
"Rich Daddy." The phrase reverberated ceaselessly in Jonathan's thoughts. His wife had implanted such erroneous ideas in their daughter's mind, and the rage it incited within him was beyond measure. The notion that his daughter had been so deeply influenced by her mother's fabrications fueled a fire of frustration and helplessness that he struggled to contain.That night, Jonathan stood at the doorway, gazing at his beautiful daughter as she slept soundly. She had refused to speak to him earlier, their argument still fresh in her mind, and it was only in the early hours of the morning that she finally succumbed to sleep. Jonathan felt a pang of sadness as he watched her peaceful slumber, wishing he could bridge the growing chasm between them.He paced around Hazel's room for a few moments, his heart heavy with turmoil. He leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, a small gesture of love and regret, before quietly leaving her to her dreams.Heading toward the living room