THE HEIR'S VENDETTA

CHAPTER 006

The next morning, Alphonse awoke with a heavy heart. After the humiliating events of the previous night, he barely slept. As the sun rose over the city, he knew what he had to do; return home and confront his so-called family. 

He walked slowly through the streets, dreading what was to come. As he approached the grand house that was once his home, he stopped to steal himself, taking a deep breath, he marched up the front steps and knocked firmly on the large wooden door. 

Moments later, the door swung open to reveal Vivian,

 Her lips curled into a sneer at the sight of Alphonse,

"What do you want?" she spat.

 Behind her, the rest of the Robinson family had gathered in the foyer. Margaret stood with her arms crossed, glaring at Alphonse. Tyler leaned casually against the bannister, a smug grin on his face. 

Sophia stood beside her new boyfriend, both looking at Alphonse with disdain. 

Alphonse clenched his fists, trying to keep his composure,

"I've come to speak with you, Vivian. Alone," he said, meeting her eyes with a steely gaze. 

Vivian scoffed.

 "I have nothing more to say to you. Now get off my property, you worthless leech."

"Not until you give me an explanation," Alphonse replied, refusing to back down. 

The tall, broad-shouldered man of the previous night stepped forward, smirking at Alphonse and Alphonse glared at him,

"Well, well, if it isn't the pathetic excuse for a man," Geoffrey said, eyeing Alphonse up and down with contempt,

 "Come to beg for your wife back, have you? As if she'd ever lower herself to your level again."

Alphonse clenched his fists, trying to keep his composure under Geoffreys' insults,

"I've come to speak with Vivian. Alone," he said, meeting her eyes with a steely gaze.

Vivian scoffed. "As I just said, I have nothing more to say to you. Get lost, pauper!"

"I want an explanation now," Alphonse replied, despite Geoffrey and the others sneering at him disdainfully.

Vivian rolled her eyes, and hissed,

"Fine. I'm divorcing you. I'm engaged to Geoffrey now."

 She boasted as she gestured to the man at her side, who smirked proudly,

"He can provide me with a life of luxury, unlike you. Now get lost."

Divorce? Engaged? The words hit Alphonse like a punch to the gut. He shook his head in disbelief. 

"After everything we've been through, this is how you treat me?" 

"You were never good enough for me," Vivian spat,

"I should have left you long ago. Now I have the means to live as I deserve."

Alphonse took a step forward, fists still clenched, breathing heavily,

 "You ungrateful witch! I stood by your side through everything, and this is how you repay me?"

Margaret laughed cruelly. "You're in no position to make demands, you pathetic fool. Vivian has made her choice. Now get out before we force you out!"

Alphonse glanced around at the sneering faces of the family, realising he was outnumbered. His eyes locked with Vivian's cold stare once more. "This isn't over," he growled. 

Vivian simply arched a perfectly manicured brow. "Oh, I think it is. Guards!" 

Two large men appeared and grabbed Alphonse by the arms.

 "No! Let go of me!" he shouted, struggling against their iron grips.

 They began to drag him towards the door as the family jeered and laughed. 

"Worthless leech!" 

"Useless fool!"

"You got what you deserved!"

Alphonse thrashed and kicked, rage and despair battling within him. But the guards' grips were too strong. They hauled him out the front door and tossed him down the steps like yesterday's trash. He landed hard on the cobblestone path, scraping his hands and knees. 

Slowly, he pushed himself up and turned to see the family silhouetted in the now-closed doorway, sneering faces pressed against the glass as they mocked and laughed at his humiliation. 

With a guttural yell of anguish, Alphonse punched the ground, tears of anger and heartbreak streaming down his face. 

He had nothing left. No home, no family, no money, and now no wife. Alphonse sat on the front steps for what seemed like an eternity, replaying the events in his mind, cursing his rotten luck. Eventually, he rose unsteadily to his feet. The sun was setting now, and he knew he couldn't stay there any longer.

As night fell, Alphonse wandered aimlessly through the city streets, lost in a haze of despair. 

'How did things go so wrong?' he thought to himself. Exhaustion and hunger began to overtake him, but he had nowhere to go. 

'I have nothing left,' he muttered despairingly. Finally, he collapsed in an alley, curling up against the cold stone wall for what little shelter it provided.

 As he drifted into a fitful sleep, he vowed aloud in anger,

 'I will get my revenge on that ungrateful family if it's the last thing I do!'

The next morning, Alphonse awoke stiff and sore. His stomach growled loudly in protest of its emptiness. 

'Just a small loaf of bread is all I need,' he thought as he pushed himself up. As he did so, a pair of coins rolled out of his pocket - just enough for a small loaf of bread. He decided to use the meagre funds to visit his ailing mother in the hospital once more. 

But when he arrived, the stern doctor was waiting with a scowl.

"You again?" the doctor said irritably. "I told you before, you're late on payments."

 "Please sir, just one more day," Alphonse begged. "My mother's health is failing rapidly." 

The doctor tapped his foot impatiently. "Your mother will be discharged today if the full bill is not paid. I've given you enough chances." 

Alphonse grasped the doctor's coat desperately. "I'm begging you, show some compassion! Just one more day, that's all I ask." 

The doctor shoved Alphonse's hands away in annoyance. "Enough of your excuses! Pay up or she leaves today." 

Alphonse fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I'm begging you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Show some compassion. My mother's life is at stake."

For a moment, the doctor's stern facade seemed to falter. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he turned away from Alphonse. "This is highly irregular," he muttered under his breath, his forehead creasing with lines of conflict.

After a tense silence, the doctor turned back to Alphonse, his expression softened slightly,

"Fine," 

He said, his voice still laced with irritation but quieter now,

 "One more week. But this is the absolute last extension. If you fail to make the payment by then, there will be no more mercy."

Alphonse's heart leapt with a mixture of relief and renewed determination,

"Thank you, sir," he managed to say, his voice thick with gratitude. He watched as the doctor walked away, his own body sagging slightly with the weight of the brief respite he'd been granted.

Over the next week, Alphonse threw himself into finding any work he could. His search led him to a high-end boutique, where he managed to secure a job as a cleaner. 

He was hoping to save the money earned to take care of himself and pay for his mother's surgery.

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