∆∆5: Divorced

Tossed into the street like the dirt they called him, Andi picked himself up and dusted his waiter outfit before deciding to head to the hospital for the night.

First thing the next morning, he would be the first face his wife would wake up to see and he would make sure of it.

Arriving at the hospital, he tried to sneak past the doctors and nurses but even he knew that that was impossible.

"Mr Emerson?" The voice of their family doctor stopped him in his steps and the man rolled his eyes. "I thought as much."

"Good evening Mr Manchester." Andi said with a smile as he turned to face the man.

Stan Manchester had been his family's doctor since he could remember, yet even the man had turned his back on him ever since his family lost everything they had.

It was almost like they were total strangers the way Stan Manchester treated him except, he treated him worse than he would do a stranger.

"Mr Emerson, I believe you know that you are way behind on your mother's bill and the hospital isn't a place where you can dump your sick." Stan spat out like someone with a grudge.

As much as his words hurt Andi, he managed to wear a smile on his face. He always did so, just so his mother wouldn't get kicked out.

He knew if he let his anger get the best of him, his mother would get thrown out of the hospital immediately. But he couldn't hide the fact that he was hurt.

Stan was the owner of his hospital and he wouldn't have been able to accomplish it if it wasn't for the persistent help of his father. But now, Stan couldn't even help him treat his sick mother for free.

But he smiled anyway. "I'm very much aware of that Mr Manchester and I'm deeply sorry for the inconvenience I'm causing you but please, just give me some time, I know I can pay the bills."

"You know you can pay the bills? Hah!" Stan laughed out hysterically. "Have you forgotten that you are a useless son in law? Where do you want to get two million dollars?"

"I--"

"You know what?" Stan said, cutting him off. "I don't even care about how you will get it, steal if you must! Just pay me my money! I don't run a freaking charity home here. I only took her in because of her kindness towards me but you have overstayed your welcome! Humph!"

He turned and walked away without even looking back while muttering inaudibly to himself though Andi was sure they were more insults.

He heaved a heavy sigh. The day had been too dramatic and he was beaten up badly as well. Every single part of his body ached. But he did work the party before he was thrown out so hopefully, Harold would pay his mother's bills as he had promised.

That was the only thought that helped him get a good night's rest. His dreams though were haunted with nightmares, reminding him of his downfall and the hateful gazes of the people that once smiled at him.

Waking up the next morning, the pain from the day before had just kicked in and he groaned.

He had spent the night at the hospital and was ready to battle his wife now. Sneaking out of the room so he wouldn't wake his mother, his stomach protested to the feeling of starvation.

'Even my own stomach is against me' he thought to himself as he left the hospital. He had nothing but spare change but that was enough to buy a small bag of chips. Thankfully, he had taken a bottled water from the hospital. That alone would keep him for the morning.

Before he even realized it, he was at the entrance of the Simmons family and he took a few calming breaths before knocking on the door.

After a moment, the door pushed open and his eyes met with Taylor's. The smile on her face immediately disappeared as she saw him and she groaned in disgust. "What do you want? I thought I made myself clear last night?"

"Taylor, I understand that last night, maybe I overreacted but you should know that anyone in my shoes would have reacted the same way." His voice was gentle as he spoke. "Please, let's talk things out and I'm sure that we can--"

"I'm getting married to someone else, Andi, don't you understand?" She cut him off.

"You're what?" His eyes widened.

"Justin Rivera proposed to me and I said yes. He is a man, Andi. He has wealth to go along with his good looks unlike you and I can go back to living the good life. I won't let you keep me away from my happiness." She explained without as little as a hint of guilt in her eyes.

"No Taylor, I can become someone again, for you I can--"

"When you become someone again then you can talk to me. I managed to convince my parents to give you your things, it's trash anyway--" she explained as she kicked his bags out at him. "--and we don't need trash. That's why we are kicking you out. I hope you can understand." Her voice was cold and void of emotion.

Andi wanted to crumble to his feet to beg her, he couldn't lose the last thing that made him happy and feel complete but just then, Justin emerged from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Lightly, he kissed her ear and she chuckled. That was when it hit him, ever since he lost everything, she had kept her body away from him all through.

Now he could understand that even when he had everything, she was in love with his wealth. She never loved him.

Justin smirked at him and if only it would not be charged as a crime, Andi would kill him right there or at least make sure he would never be able to smile again.

He clenched his fist in anger.