The Divorce

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I could feel my heart in my throat as she turned to look at me, her nose lifting up, almost like she could smell what deodorant I wear. She probably was the type to think it was cheap. 

I have you know it woman, I bought this on full price, no sales!

Her grey eyes were piercing into my soul, and at least now I realised why she was glaring at me like that. I still need the full picture of what Gabriel or Richard had told her, for her to hate me this much.

But saying that, I was more than happy for her not to like me at all. I didn't need her approval, I didn't need anyones. 

Yet here I was doing what I didn't want just because I couldn't say no. 

Should I just go around her and leave her be? Why did she look like she was going to push me off the railing?

Why was she always dressed like she was going to a party?

"Hi Athena," I greeted her, even though I wanted to tell her to fuck off. God damn being raised proper. 

She didn't respond.

Very well then, it was confirmed. Abort mission.

I started to walk towards the door, towards freedom, but my freedom was short-lived when she started speaking.

"Who were you talking to?"

I stopped confused, well obviously you, who else was called Athena out here on the railing?

Then I realised she meant my phone call, oh...

"No one." I said and realised that looked even more sheepish, "Just friends." I corrected myself. I nearly slipped up and said boyfriend, that would have sat well with her. She would have been even more thrilled with me.

"A male friend?" She asked.

I frowned, "Why does that matter?" I asked. 

"It matters because a Skÿla like you wants money from my grandson but has been unfaithful through your marriage."

The inside of my stomach tightened, I had no idea what Gabriel had already told her about me so I had nothing in my defence to comeback with. Maybe he did tell her I was cheating on him to make this divorce more plausible. But if that was the case then I wanted to know so I could at least go along with it.

Athena was practically glaring at me that if she wasn't going to push me off this veering, I might have to jump off myself since that was the power she was emitting.

"I don't need your son's money," I muttered trying to come up with some form of comeback. But I was pathetic at comebacks, that's why I was here with Gabriel pretending to be his wife or ex wife, I still had no clarity which one. 

He needed the money, I didn't. I didn't think it would work, but her face relaxed, like an 'oh?'. If that was the only reason she hated me, then maybe we can at least make it work to the point she dislikes me but not to the point she dislikes me enough to push me off this balcony. 

"For your information my family is richer than Gabriel, if anything he probably married me for my money." I regretted this one, okay she calmed down all you had to do was walk around her, not come up with more lies. 

Richer in what aspect, richer in debt. Rich means having a great deal of wealth, money or assets. I guess we were rich in having the assets of liabilities. That makes no sense.

Forget it.

This is why I work for Gabriel, because my brain was far too complex for me to even understand or make sense of my own thoughts. 

"You are?"

"I don't need you to like me or validate me." Stop taking Rory, "I think Gabriel would agree that it's best we don't talk to each other unless he's present."

The woman watched me almost like she didn't believe me, well she shouldn't cause that was a lie. Could she tell I was lying? Everyone always said they could because the nerve in my neck would pulse harder, it was a dead giveaway but why would she be staring at the nerve in my neck anyway. 

That was always a weird one, I always wondered why people would stare there anyway. Right now my hair was down so hopefully it wasn't pulsing that hard. I was also starting to sweat, feeling her intense stare on me, and also maybe I was going to faint over the balcony. Either way I had a feeling I wasn't going to come out of this meeting alive.

So I was very grateful when someone came outside to call for her. He almost looked like a butler.

"I'm coming." She said, without even acknowledging him and waved a hand.

She took a step forward and stared at me, so intensely that I knew this was the moment.

I braced myself.

What are the chances I would land in the pool, could I even survive if I did surely my head would hit the concrete ground. 

"I am going to do a full background check on you Aurora."

Oh she knew my name.

"Maybe I should do one on you too," OH shut the fuck up Rory. I grinned my teeth as she gave me one last look and turned around.

Once she left, I took in a deep breathe. "The lies, the lies, you filthy bitch." I muttered wriggling on my feet, "Can't you keep your mouth shut?" I muttered.

I almost wanted to take a seat to breathe and regain my composure, but I also didn't want the she devil to come back so I raced back inside, into the comfort of the boring bedroom I was now living in. It was like a prison, with a view, endless food and a comfy bed. 

Okay I shouldn't complain.

I looked down at my phone, that I was gripping way too hard and plugged in the charger. I was no more clear on what to do then I was yesterday but I had already committed to this, so I had to pull through. It wasn't too much, was it?

It wasn't that hard to do, maybe I should just stay in the room unless I had someone else to walk me places. That way I wouldn't have to face her by myself. I was also dreading the fact that she was going to do a background check on me. Should I tell Gabriel my filthy lie?

No, he'll probably still tell me off for breathing. What a jerk, no wonder he needs a fake wife, no one could tolerate that man.

"Rory."

I screamed turning around, did he hear what I said? Did I say it out loud?

Judging by the look on his face, maybe not.

"Don't you knock?"  I asked as I placed a hand on my chest. 

He had the same annoyed look on his face like always, "Get ready." He said.

"For what? You know you need to give me warning."

"And you know you have an exception in there, we're going out." he muttered and then slammed the door.

Going out? Where? To do a background check on me? Is that why he was so mad, yikes maybe the old bat ratted me out already. 

What do I wear, is it another stupid dinner? Maybe I should fake  being sick.

I sighed loudly as I sat on my bed stretching out my legs.

The door slammed open again and I looked up, "Don't just sit there, you have five minutes."

This man really needed to learn how to knock. 

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