The Grand Entrance of Jack

Chapter 8

Jack left for home at that moment, at least to take a decent bath and change clothes.

He got home and unexpectedly met his wife as she crossed her arms and wore an indifferent expression.

Nancy pulled out some papers and threw them at Jack upon his arrival.

“What is this, Nancy?” He asked, looking confused.

“What does it look like to you?” She fired back like someone who was prepared to fight.

He opened it, and before he flipped to the first page, his jaw dropped.

“A divorce! Nancy, this is getting too much. I just lost my sister. We can talk about the divorce after this moment of grief.” He implored.

“So? There is nothing to talk about.” She snapped, not feeling any sense of pity.

“Don't you have human sympathy?” He asked with all sincerity.

"Like, I care if you die too and join your sister.” She taunted, and Jack opened his eyes, waiting for her next provoking words, and he didn't guess wrong.

“Please go ahead and sign the damn papers.”

“Tell me you have all these planned out beforehand.” He asked, feeling there was something she wasn't telling him.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean losing my job and getting a divorce.”

Nancy was about to deny it when she gave it the first thought, but on a second thought, she gave in. “Of course, I am not afraid to say it to your face.” She said without blinking an eye.

“I got into a romantic relationship with Mr. Charles because I am keen to collaborate with his company to bid for a contract from Agron Incorporation.”

There is no one in New York who hasn't heard of Agron Incorporation. It was one of the biggest incorporations, with a net worth of billions of dollars.

“Not just that, I asked him to sack you because I would rather not see you anywhere around on the course of the contract.”

“So I was just a pawn in your scheme, Nancy?”

“Anyone you call it, but it was all planned out, but he was looking for the right time, and you fell for it.”

His jaw dropped open in surprise as his eyes widened in shock at the manipulation.

“Now that you’ve known, does it make you any better? Please don't play the victim’s role here. There is no point in trying to prove anything. I did what was best for me and my daughter.”

Jack rubbed his temples, and he felt a headache coming on.

Jack gave up and had no more strength for arguments. He took a glance at the document, which looked rather like it had been drafted for a long time.

He smirked and scribbled his signature on the divorce agreement without any more hesitation. He had no plans, but at least he was free from the humiliation his wife and father had given him.

Nancy picked up the papers from the table, “here’s your copy.” She gave him one copy and held the other.

At that point, Jack knew that he would face reality the hard way and was lost in thought.

“Why are you still sitting there? I don't have anything else to talk about. You will have to leave this house. It belongs to my dad, and he gave it to us as a gift. We are divorced, and you have no right to hang in here.”

"Pick up your smelling baggage, you will take them with you, or the cleaner will put them in the garbage.” She added.

Jack thought of their daughter, which was one thing he could hold on to.

“What about our daughter?” He requested, hoping there was still a piece of humanity left in Nancy.

“I would rather die than let my daughter have any thing to do with a Godforsaken man like you.” Her voice was so cold, and Jack knew he had lost it all.

Jack went in, took his little baggage, and left.

As the radiant sun stretched its golden rays across the street, Jack wandered on the streets with heavy feet in a sour mood, not knowing where to go. His mind was closed with hurt, anger, and betrayal.

He has lived a life cycle, either at work or at home. So he had nowhere to go. Everything he had lived for was all gone in a twinkle of an eye.

Jack felt a sense of dread wash over him.

‘God, why is my life so messed up this way? What did I do wrong to deserve all this pain and suffering?’ He muttered under his breath.

He let out a heavy sigh and wiped away a tear that had rolled down his cheek. At that moment, he felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he didn't know how much longer he could take it. “My sister is dead, my wife cheated on me and went on to divorce me. I have nowhere to go,” he said, tears streaming down his face.

As he walked through one of the quiet neighborhoods, the revving sound of a black Rolls-Royce could be heard.

The car is modified by the Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, it's a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. It is hand-built to the owner’s specification and features a unique design, opulent materials and a powerful V12 engine.

It pulled up beside him and wound its window. Jack whispered to himself that the car owner shouldn't ask him for directions as he wasn't too conversant with the street.

A voice from the car called out, “Hello, Jack. Free for a talk?”

The face didn't look any familiar, but the voice sounded familiar to one he’d heard, but he couldn't just place it.

“Who are you, and how can I help you?” He asked cautiously.

“It seems like you blocked my line. I have been trying to reach you, but it hasn't been connected.”

It was no other person than Jack's grandfather’s butler.

He wore a perfectly sleek black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders, with his hair neatly combed back.

“I would rather not create a scene, I would have been here with the convoy. Please, can you get in the car?" He added.

Jack was a bit confused with those words but he got into the car and felt a bit relieved without any striking reason. Maybe for the fact he had someone to talk to, or because it was the first time he remembered being in such a high-end car.

“Why have you always turned down your grandpa’s offer to assist you?”

Jack frowned. “If you don't mind, I don't want to talk about this for now. It brings back a lot from my past.”

“I need to let you know that your grandpa died yesterday in a ghastly car accident, and he willed everything he had to you before his demise. It would also interest you to know that one thing he talked about lately was your forgiveness because he believed he had hurt your feelings. I think you will have to give in on a chance to forgive him in death.”

Blade’s words put Jack in a state of dilemma. He couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—guilt, confusion, doubts, and hope—all at once.

He felt like a fool for being so angry with a man who thought of his welfare.

Some tears lingered around his eyelids, but he repeatedly blinked them off.

“I hope his spirit forgives me wherever he is.” Jack murmured.

“Is that a yes? I am glad you finally gave this decision a chance, and I promise you, you won't regret it.” Blade said with all sincerity.

“Your grandpa is one of the richest men presently in New York and…”

Jack interrupted, “One of the richest men in New York?

How?”

“Well, ten years ago, your grandpa abruptly bought a land full of crude oil. After he found out about the oil resource, he utilized it in that region and mined it over the years.”

"Wow!” Jack’s eyes lit up slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his dull, handsome face. Blade was happy that, after all, he could get Jack to smile.

“That's not all. He established companies all over New York, but Agron Incorporation is the lead of all his other establishments.”

“You said my grandpa is the CEO of Agron Incorporation, and that makes me what?”

“The new CEO of Agron Incorporation,” Blade responded in sync.