Did she just call me a gold digger?
I was speechless but I didn’t want to explain anything because I didn't see the need for me to tell her why I needed the money.
“Look, Jenna,” I started as I turned to face her properly, “I really just want to sign the divorce agreement now, don’t make this harder than it’s supposed to be.” I finished.
“You want me to believe that you’re going to sign the divorce agreement if I promise to keep giving you money?” She asked a little disgustedly and I nodded.
The money had been one of the reasons I got married to her in the first place, it wasn’t as if our marriage was a love marriage.
If her grandfather had not approached me to be her stand-in husband because of the circumstances, I wouldn’t have gotten married to her but along the line, I fell in love with her.
Along the line, I found myself hoping, wishing she would see that I’m no longer staying in it because I had to but because I wanted to but no matter what, I amounted to nothing in her eyes.
“Very well then,” she scowled, her eyes heavy with the hatred she has for me and her irritation, “I’ll get the papers.” She added before leaving.
Jenna walked out of the kitchen to get the divorce agreement, and it was clear that she still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that I was really going to sign it.
Three minutes later, she returned to the kitchen with the agreement, “sign it!” She sneered angrily.
Jenna crossed her arms on her chest and she watched as I carefully went through the divorce agreement.
A small smile formed on my face when I read the papers and saw that the Nelson family would still pay me 3,000 dollars monthly.
“Sounds fair.” I muttered to himself as I signed my name on the paper. Part of me was relieved and the fact that I would be getting money made me happier.
I really don’t care for the divorce anymore, all I want now is enough money to take care of my benefactor and if I’m getting that then I’m more than satisfied.
I watched as Jenna stormed out of the kitchen in anger and just about the same time she left, the doorbell rang and I made my way to the door to answer it.
As soon as I opened it, a young man walked in. He seemed to be in his late twenties, he had a smart suit on and I didn’t need to check the tag to tell how expensive the suit would be.
The man frowned as he walked past me like he couldn’t see me and his eyebrows drew together when he saw the decorations of the house.
He eyed the decorations with disdain, his lips curling into a sneer and he scowled, his disapproval evident in the way his brows furrowed.
The color arrangement didn’t seem to be impressive to him and I’ve heard the heavy scowl many times from Jenna and her family to know that he wasn’t at all pleased with the decorations.
“Hey you,” he sneered at me arrogantly as he looked around the house, he didn't seem like he had any idea who I was and probably thought I was just a mere housekeeper.
Like everyone who visits the house for the first time. They regarded me as a housekeeper before realizing that I was Jenna’s husband and many of them don’t realize it until they leave.
“What the hell is this? What do you think this is? An outdated apartment?” the stranger scowled as he turned to face me with an angry look.
“The sofa doesn’t match the curtains, the couch looks like what should be in a cheap guest house and don’t even get me started on the curtains, it’s outdated!” He sneered as he carefully scrutinized everything.
My teeth gritted in anger and my fist clenched as I watched this ‘guest’ criticize everything in the house and acting as if he was the man of the house.
I hated his guts and at the same time I was confused that a stranger could walk in and start demanding to change things in the house.
“Who are you?” I finally asked calmly, my confusion showing in my voice but the man only looked at me and scowled disdainfully.
“Who do you think you are to be questioning me?!” The man sneered as he glared at me and just when I was about to answer, to tell him who I am, his eyes widened.
“It's you!” He said mockingly as he bursted out laughing, “you’re that wretched husband.” He added amidst laughter and my stomach curled.
I hated that his words were getting under my skin and I was getting affected as I watched him act so bossily around the house.
He knows who I am, who is he?
I couldn’t understand his arrogance when he was only just meeting me for the first time. First, he walked in and spoke to me with no respect, as if I was a housekeeper and secondly, he walked around the sitting room like he owned the place.
The man laughed arrogantly as he tried to bridge the space between us, “I guess I should introduce myself now, don’t I? My name is Simon Wesley and I’m about to be the host of this house.” He said and my eyes widened.
Simon Wesley. Simon.
“And since I’m going to be the host of this house soon, I’m sure you know that gives me every right to be in charge of not just the decorations but everything in here.” Simon finished.
I remembered that name clearly, it was the same name that Jenna muttered when we finished having sex, the man standing in front of me is Jenna’s first love.
I felt a pang of bitterness in my heart and my fist clenched as his teeth gritted. I couldn’t wrap my head around all of this because it seemed to be happening too fast but that was when it dawned on me.
It all makes sense now.
The reason Jenna had brought up the divorce now made sense to me and I couldn’t say anything as a sad smile took over my lips.
Jenna’s first love is back so I have to go.
“You’re Simon Wesley, I see.” I said calmly even though I was breaking inside but I made sure not to lose my composure.
“Judging from your reaction, I can tell that you’ve definitely heard of me.” Simon said mockingly as he closed the gap between us.
“I’m glad you understand, I was thinking that I might have to feed some sense into your peasant brain,” Simon laughed, mocking me as he glared into my eyes.
“You were lucky enough to be Jenna Nelson’s husband but that position is mine now and you’ll be doing yourself a huge favor if you stepped aside.” He threatened and I shuddered internally.
Smiling, I forced myself to remain calm even though I was hurting deep down and feeling really bitter.
I had gotten married to Jenna after she had gotten into an accident and slipped into a coma that was supposed to last a lifetime.
Her first love, the man she cherished so much, ran away and left her all alone while she was immobile and I, at the time, was working for Lord Nelson.
Lord Nelson seemed to have taken a liking to me because I took care of him and while everyone thought I was a poor loser, Lord Nelson treated me with love and care.
The man was even generous enough to pay for Mrs Winkle's hospital bills for some time and I just couldn’t handle seeing Lord Nelson feeling dejected.
I agreed to get married to Jenna and took care of her even though everyone else thought that Jenna wouldn’t be able to make it through, I took care of her.
It was a chore and sometimes a pain, she couldn’t do anything herself and just when the Nelson family had started losing hope, Jenna miraculously regained consciousness.
The Nelson’s family could never let the world know that their daughter, heiress to the fortune, got married to a nobody and that was why to the public, I seemed like a housekeeper.
That’s also why Simon had ordered me around before realizing that I was Jenna’s husband.
“Sign the agreements now or—”
“I signed it already, you don’t have to worry about that.” I said calmly and Simon’s jaw dropped, he was stunned for a moment but he soon recovered.
“Great. I see you’re not a total doofus,” Simon laughed as he mocked me, “there’s a huge difference between elites like us and poor laggards like you.”
“Unlike you, I’m a perfect match for Jenna and you should just find a girl from the same slum you came from.” Simon continued insulting me but I only kept rubbing it off.
The words cut at me like a sharp dagger and I felt the venom from his words rippling through me but I remained calm.
I only have one question. Just one question.
“You claim to love Jenna so much and that you’re a better companion for her than I am. But if that’s true, why did you run away when Jenna became a vegetable three years ago?”
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