The Return of the Trillionaire Heir

Chapter 5: Gunshot!

Robert's question dropped another bomb of laughing gas in the room, causing everyone to laugh out loud at him. Even Sophia who was consumed with anger still found a place in herself to laugh at her foolish husband.

“Maybe a career in stand-up comedy or comedic acting or just playing a clown in the circus could have made your miserable life worthwhile.” His father-in-law said to him.

Linda lifted the papers and showed him the letters boldly written on the top which his eyes didn't see when he signed the papers.

DIVORCE AGREEMENT.

He flipped in shock at the sight he saw, 

“What the fuck? How the hell did I sign this?” He asked, wondering how he didn't see it before signing.

“And who the hell are you asking?” Michael asked him, “What do you think? I would drop the charges against you just like that, who the hell are you?” He blasted at him.

Michael's words reminded Robert why he had punched him and beaten him up back at the hotel the previous night. He thought of attacking him again but the odds were against him he was cuffed, the police officer was there, and his father-in-law was there too. Any aggressive action would backfire on him so he did the next logical thing he could think of.

He jumped on the table to snatch the papers from his mother-in-law so he could tear them into irrecoverable pieces. This was a stupid move to make and it came with consequences, but he did it anyway not minding the consequences it would bring. 

Panic ensued in the room as Philip pulled his wife away from Robert's madness, dropping the papers on the table for him to grab. The police officer couldn't reach him before he gained hold of the papers so he quickly reached for his gun and pulled it on Robert.

“Drop the papers now!” He shouted at him, “Remain as you are else I'll shoot you!” He ordered Robert.

The sound of the officer's gun cock and ready to discharge tripped Robert to fear. Was his marriage more important to him than his life? Should he get shot and killed, he would die and Sophia's wishes would be fulfilled. Either way, it wasn't going to end well for him so he needed to do the wise thing. 

But before he could complete his mental processing, Sophia's voice confirmed his thoughts,

“Shoot him, officer. Shoot the bastard. She yelled.”

Truly, Sophia wanted him dead and he couldn't afford to give in to her wishes so he let go of the papers and remained on the table with his hands raised up in surrender.

“Alright, officer. Please don't shoot, I surrender.”

Sophia continued to command the officer,

“Shoot him. I want him dead.” Her commands sent panic into everyone in the room including the officer who held the gun, everyone tried to calm her down but she wouldn't relent, “Officer, shoot this son of a bitch. Kill him, please.”

As she commanded, even sobbing as she said the words, Robert continued to plead with the officer,

“Officer, please do not listen to her. I have surrendered, please don't kill me. I fully consent to the divorce, please.”

“Consent? Who is asking for your consent?” Sophia attacked him, “A dead man has no consent.” She said to him.

Robert quickly replied, 

“But I am not dead.”

“Oh, you are, Robert. You are so dead.” Sophia rushed at the officer to grab his gun from him and shoot Robert herself.

GUNSHOT!!!

The room went silent for a moment, Robert groaned in pain as he moved his hands through his body to the assumed point of impact from the gunshot.

“And why is he groaning?” Sophia asked, “What is he looking for? The bullet?” 

“You shot me you maniac!” Robert exclaimed still groaning to the pain of the assumed shot.

“You see why he should be killed? This fool is already dead in his mind, he is a walking corpse who is begging for us to put him out of his misery,” She said to the others in the room, “Leave me, officer!” She instructed the officer who held her in his arms.

Sophia had tried to grab the officer's gun but the man was swift enough to put his gun away and grab her. Robert on the other hand, was lost again in his imagination thinking she had shot him. He heard an imaginary gunshot that made him think he was really shot.

The officer let go of Sophia and stood far away from her, then he turned to Robert and said to him,

“Young man, get up.”

“How can I get up, this bitch fucking shot me,” Robert answered him.

“Call me a bitch one more time and I'll show you how bitchy I can be,” Sophia responded to his statement.

“Enough you two.” Sophia's father yelled at them, “And you, fool, get up. Nobody shot you or anyone. You need to have your brain fixed.”

The words of his father-in-law quickened his thinking and brought him to true reality, truly he wasn't shot, it was all his imagination.

“Oh, am fine.” He said to himself, wondering what else could be the work of his imagination since it had been taking turns on him since the previous night. Probably all of these happening to him for the last 12 hours were all works of his imagination and soon he was going to wake up and find it was all a dream. A different contrasting dream from the one he had at the hotel.

The next words from his father-in-law changed his thoughts again,

“You're about to not be fine.” He said to him, “Beat him up mercilessly.” He instructed the officer.

The officer took to work, putting push to shove and swing to blows on Robert. He dragged him to the floor where he could deliver more precise hits with his legs on him, kicking him in the stomach and beating the remaining thoughts of imagination out of him. If this was a dream, then it had been a nightmare. Robert thought, maybe he was already dead and in hell already because, from the little he knew about celestial existence, hell couldn't be worse than this.

He groaned at the inflicted pain from the officer who had no doctrine of mercy in all his religious sermons. As the man continued to deliver hellish pains on Robert, a ring fell out of Robert's pocket that halted the action and left everyone shocked.

“How did he gain possession of this heirloom?” They asked each other.