Scot: Crowned by Fate

Chapter 3

Scot's only thought after the disgrace and betrayal he felt in the office was how to end his life.

'What am I living for?' he asked himself.

Scot lost his job and his wife on the same day. He has lost everything he has ever loved. Everyone around him had abandoned him, including his friends. Suicidal thoughts rang in his head.

'What do I do now, who will aid me now, Oh God!' Scot sobbed bitterly. 

Scot's felt totally useless at this point. Nothing made sense to him any longer.

“Jane!” he screamed at the top of his lungs “After everything we've been through together," Scot said bitterly.

Scot was filled with rage, hatred, and despair for everyone that made him feel this miserable.

'I can no longer sustain this marriage,' his inner voice said. 

Scot had enough of everything and decided to go pack his belonging from the house because he felt too ashamed to face any of Jane’s family or Jane herself. He continued shaking his head and folding his arms in desperation as he walked to the place he once called home. 

Scot couldn’t stop the events of the day from playing in his head because it kept playing lik it was a broken record. 

Scot's eyes welled up with tears at the thought of it all.

'You will never be happy, Jason!' Scot exclaimed angrily and tearfully.

Scot's thoughts returned to his loving wife as he remembered how in love they were with one other. Jane was a woman Scot adored and would go to any length for. Scot had always been a terrific support to Jane before they got married, even throughout their university days. Their relationship was the talk of the town and Scot always made sure Jane had all she needed. 

The thought of all these brought more tears to his eyes. He had to sit beside the road under a tree and pour his heart out.

“Jane, after everything we shared, you still deceived me,” Scot sobbed.

After sobbing for a long period, Scot eventually stood up, wiped his tears away and continued on his way home.

By the time Scot was home, it had already started to rain and what made him angry was the fact that he saw his belongings out under the rain.

"Jane! Jane! Jane!" Scot shouted and Jane rushed out when she heard Scot's voice.

"Why are you shouting?" Jane asked angrily. 

Scot was furious as he struggled to grab his belongings. 

"How come my belongings are outside under the rain?" Scot inquired, range written all over his face.

His eyes were bloodshot and if gaze could kill then he was definitely going to be called a murderer by the end of the day. 

Little did Scot know that Jane had planned with her mum to throw him out of the house before he came back.

"You are no longer needed here," Scot's mother-in-law announced from behind her daughter. 

Scot was greatly suprised that Jane's mother could do such a thing. He wanted to tell her what Jane did and now they are throwing him out of the house, when it is raining this heavy.

'Isn't the world so cruel?'

"Why are... you doing this to me, mum?" He asked while stuttering and at the same time he was fighting down tears down from his eyes. "Why are you this to me mom?" Scot questioned once again as he shook his head, tears stream down his cheeks. 

He was hurt and his heart was ripping into pieces and he literally couldn't believe that Jane of all people could do such a thing to him. 

"You are useless, Scot, and I can't be an in-law to a useless man," Scot's mother-in-law spat with a cold voice that shows how disgusted she's.

Scot felt humiliated and looked at his wife with a pleading gaze.

His eyes were pleading with her to change her mind, but Jane's mind had already been made up.

"Please go!" Jane excalimed, turning her face away. "You will be hearing from me soon for a divorce." she added without any emotions.

Scot felt ashamed because now, his neighbors were watching the drama that was going on. He was furious and embarrassed by his situation.

 "I promise you will all regret this," Scot screamed, took his possessions and left the house, while everyone around him made fun of him.

Scot’s day just got worse because he lost everything he had in just one day. He became a shadow of himself as he progressed. He was so miserable that all he could think about was himself. Scot was lost on the road, his mind racing with everything that had happened.

'Where do I go from here?’ he lamented.

All of these thoughts lingered in Scot's mind and made him deep in thoughts that he couldn’t see the car that nearly hit him.

He was in shock with what happened that he didn’t know when the richly-dressed man behind the wheels came out to check if he was okay. When the man approached him, he held the shock-looking Scot and shook him out of his reverie.

"Young man, are you okay?" the man asked.

Scot not able to say anything, just looked at the man and shook his head slowly.

The man sighed then looked at him in pity then said “But what would cause a young man to become lost in his thought on the highway?"

"Sir… I…" Scot couldn't explain what was wrong with him and he just lifts his hand to scratch the back of his head. 

The owner of the car spotted a scar on Scot's wrist then he held his hand and looked at Scot with furrowed brows. 

"Dear young man, how did you get this scar?"

Scot looked at the scar then back at the man, not knowing how to say it but he just told him what he knew.

"Sir, I was born with the scar," Scot explained. 

The stranger grinned then jumped for joy and it confused Scot with what was going on. 

"I am Mr. Donald, the wealthiest business man in the world and you are my son, young man," the man said excitedly, his face beaming. 

He was overjoyed so, he embraced Scot. 

Scot on the other hand was taken aback because he had never seen his father in his entire life and coming to the knowledge that he was the son of the wealthiest man he has always been hearing of is a huge shock to him.

"That's not possible," Scot exclaimed.

Mr. Donald smiled, fully aware that Scot was perplexed and would not comprehend.

"Where is your mother?" Mr. Donald inquired.

"My mother is late, sir," Scot said, a mournful tone coming from his mouth.

Mr. Donald moved closer to Scot, extended his right hand and displayed the same scar on his left wrist.

"The mark on your hand signifies that you are my son," he stated emphatically.

Scot couldn’t explain the emotions that was going through him now with this new found knowledge.

"You're really my dad?" Scot inquired, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Mr. Donald approached him and comforted him with an embrace. He took out his white handkerchief and wiped Scot's tears away.

"Cry no more, my son," Mr. Donald assured him.

Mr. Donald wanted to take Scot out to a nice cup of coffee so that they get to know each other better, so they got into his car and he drove away.