Ember’s POV
"I'm coming home." I speak the final words before waiting for the call to end. A bitter smile that was plastered on my lips fade as soon as the call ended completely without my husband saying a word but just wanting me to go back not for a common reason for a normal couple - that he missed me. No. Never.
The same atmosphere has eaten my whole soul completely. It’s been three years since the last time I saw this place and now, I’m coming back.
I push down the window’s button, letting the air to touch my non-make up face. The people, crowd, and the city buildings feels like changed a lot. I couldn’t be certain, but seeing everything in this way only means that three years is not a long time, but just a gasp of an air for something or someone to get changed fast.
I gave the taxi driver the payment fee after I got out of the car. It was a long drive before I get into our house that was always been empty.
I walk in with confidence after using the spare key I have been keeping for three years. I let out a small smile. I have been observing everything that changed on my way home but things inside haven’t change at all this time.
My heart skip a beat after hearing a sound of walk steps getting louder from the stairs. And there I saw him. Rage Matthews, my husband, who called me to come home. Seeing him wearing in his formal attire has always been one of my weakness. I have always been in love and faithful with Rage and everything he does always matters to me.
“Finally, you’re back.” His tone never fails me to get anxious.
Somehow it stills disappoint me on how he treats me. On how he talks to me. Well, I will never blame him. He was in love with someone else when our parents wanted us to marry each other. He wants to get married with someone else that gets me excited only. That is why, I wouldn’t even ask why he’s like this.
“Yeah. How’s Daniella?”
I sit on the long white couch here at the living area. I can feel my body giving up on its own because of the long flight and drive.
“She’s getting worst.”
I know.
I watch him fix his dark tux with no tie on his neck in front of the wall mirror. And watching him made me realized he got better than before. I always check him on the news when I was away from him. I can only see his cold and hawk-like stare, his long pointed nose and red lips. He’s too much for a woman to see. And touching him feels illegal. Now that I saw him in this close, I can’t help my self but feel envious towards that woman who always gets the right to touch him.
“I left the paper inside the master bed room. Once you’re done signing, I’ll get it fix by my lawyer.”
That made me feel weak and tired even more. The paper he was talking about is for our divorce. He then face me with an emotionless look.
“We have to get it done as soon as possible. Daniella is getting worst and marrying her is her last wish that I want to fulfill in exchange for saving my life.”
I remain a straight face. Even breathing comes with a struggle because of his sudden decision. He called me to go back here so we can process our divorce and there’s nothing more.
“If that’s what you want.” The only words that came out to my mouth. He then left the house for him to visit Daniella Morris and of course, to take a good care of her.
She was the girl he wanted to marry. But I ended up ruining their plan. I was the one who ended up being the unwanted wife of the successor of the Matthews group of companies.
I saw the paper on my room. I stared at it for a moment and eventually signing it on the blank that was above on my printed name.
Now, it’s done.
After taking a full bath, I got a call from Elise, my friend. I immediately answer the call and her shouting voice made me move the phone away from my left ear.
“Calm down… “ I said with a hint of smile on my face.
“How should I? I’m so glad you’re finally back! You need a lot of time for me to say everything I knew about your husband and his woman!”
I laughed it out but I already knew everything. That Rage has been with Daniella’s side for a very long time even before I married him. That Rage is treating her like a wife that I never experience before until now. That he loves Daniella more than me. Not more than, he just loves her and not me. I knew all of that. And the things that Elise wanted to tell me are the days where she saw them being a lovey-dovey couple. Maybe? I don’t know but whatever it is, I don’t want to know.
“There’s no need for that.”
“Just sign the divorce paper already and leave him alone. It was also his decision anyway. And once you’re done with it, no worries, I’ll try to find a perfect man for you!“
I just smiled the whole time she keeps whining about Rage and Daniella’s private relationship. But deep inside my heart, I realized that all of these years, I was the one who keep them from publicizing their relationship because Rage doesn’t want his name, parents and company to get affected.
One process should be done first and that is to divorce me. Once he’s done, he’ll keep Daniella forever.
After the call, I received a text message from Rage saying that we need to meet Daniella tomorrow for me to clear things up between us.
I didn’t reply to that and just lay on my bed with it’s cold mattress.
Possibilities lingered on my mind. That what if, I didn’t leave Rage for my studies. Would I be able to get the love I keep wanting from him? I smirked out that ridiculous idea. I know that Rage never wants to marry me that day. He just listened to his parents who was the only people that wants me to marry their son. And even if I don’t leave, Rage will always be in Daniella’s side. I’ll just end up loosing my dream.