The Amazing Marcus Puth

Ugly man!!!

10:00 am.

Marcus slammed his car door shut and strode toward the courthouse. He could feel his pulse quickening as he approached the front doors. When he arrived, he saw Amayah standing outside, fixing her hair. 

She chewed her gum loudly, the sound grating on his nerves. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This was going to be a long day.

Amayah's eyes raked over him, her gaze full of disdain. As he approached, he could see the anger simmering just beneath the surface of her calm expression. 

"Do you really want a divorce?" he asked, his voice hopeful. She gave him a withering look. 

"Do you think I would have gone this far if I didn't?" she asked, her voice cold and sharp. 

He sighed, his shoulders drooping.

 "We can sort things out," he pleaded. "We don't have to get a divorce." 

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'd rather set myself on fire than stay with you!”

“Is that how much you hate me?” He asked.

“Yes Marcus. Let’s just get this over with,” She turned on her heel and walked into the courthouse, leaving him alone in the parking lot. His heart ached.

Marcus wondered what had happened to the sweet, caring woman he had fallen in love with in high school. They had been so happy then, everyone envied them for their love. But now, she was a stranger to him, hard and distant.

 He thought back to when she had proposed they get married. He had tried to convince her to wait, but she was determined. He never thought it would come to this, that their love would be reduced to a bitter fight in a courthouse.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Amayah. "Wasting time," it read. He sighed and tucked the phone back into his pocket. 

He fixed his collar and entered the courthouse. He took a seat across from Amayah, who was smiling smugly. He shook his head and tried to focus on the task at hand. He knew this would be a long and difficult process, but he had to do it. 

"Does anyone have any opinions about how the property should be divided?" the judge asked. Amayah shook her head.

 "I don't want a penny of his money," she said, her voice cold and sharp. "I don't want to see him end up on the street, begging."

 Marcus smiled calmly, unfazed by her harsh words. He pulled out the prenuptial agreement they had signed before they got married and cleared his throat. 

"I won't believe you until you sign this," he said in a calm, measured tone.

Amayah finds it weird, she wondered why Marcus was acting like some sort of rich tycoon. Why was he wasting his time doing this, it’s not like he has a penny to his account, the only thing he had was that bad car, that puffs smoke at the road, she thought.

Something inside her was telling her not to sign them, but she pushed the feeling aside. Without a second thought, she signed the papers, her pen scratching across the page with a finality that made her happy. She handed the papers back to Marcus, who smiled with satisfaction. The judge slammed the gavel down on the bench.

 "You are officially divorced," he proclaimed. Amayah let out a sigh of relief. 

"Finally, I'm free from this wretched life," she said, a note of triumph in her voice. 

Marcus said nothing, his expression unreadable. They walked out of the courthouse, and a car pulled up in front of them. 

A man stepped out, and Amayah rushed over to him, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace. Marcus watched them, his heart twisting in his chest and his eyes widened.

Marcus was shocked not by the fact that Amayah was hugging a man, but by the man himself. He was short and round, with bad teeth and greasy hair. He was a far cry from the image of masculinity that Marcus projected.

 He couldn't understand why Amayah would choose this man over him. His face was a mask of confusion and disgust, but he tried to keep his composure.

"Oren here is rich," Amayah said, her voice aggressive and full of pride. She ran her fingers over Oren's chest, her movements seductive. "His father is rich, and he can afford me a life of luxury. Cars, houses, everything I deserve." 

Marcus' jaw dropped, his eyes wide with shock. "You...you're choosing him over me?" he stammered, the words barely making it past his lips.

Marcus wondered when Amayah had changed. He remembered how she had always told him that money didn't matter, that they were too young for that. Now, it seemed as if she had been pretending all this time.

 He wasn't sure if he should be grateful that he had found out the truth before his 23rd birthday. He wondered how long she had felt this way, how long she had been lying to him. He felt betrayed, his heart breaking into a million pieces.

Amayah's eyes narrowed as she watched Marcus' reaction to her new lover. She wanted to shout at him, to tell him off, but Owen stepped in. 

"Don't worry, darling," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I'll handle this." He opened the car door and pulled out a stack of cash, flinging it in Marcus's direction.

 "Take it," he said, his voice cold and mocking. "It's not about looks," Owen said, his eyes flashing with contempt. "Can you even keep a woman?" He let out a mocking laugh. "Your wife divorced you because you're poor and useless. Now, pick  the cash, so that you will be able to eat,  and thank Amayah for saving your ass even after the divorce." 

Marcus' hands clenched into fists, his anger rising. Before he could respond, a luxurious SUV pulled up, drawing everyone's attention.

The SUV is worth 1 million dollars! But the SUV didn’t brake when it arrived in front of the car Owen drove, it crashed his car into pieces.