Chapter 14
• • • • Dickinson’s POV • • • •
The big gate opens and Jim parks the big black car in the mighty mansion, this familiar cold aura hits me changing my mood into a more sad one.
It's been weeks now since I stepped my feets into this very luxurious house crammed with every material thing one can ever yearn for; cars, shoes, food in abundance, several maids always ready to serve, etc... Yet, this remains a mere house and not a home I ever dreamt of. Despite all these expensive paraphernalia filled in, this house remains so empty to me. As if it wasn't enough, with a hysterical wife always ready to act crazy and this always sucks reason I always run away.
Jim rapidly steps out of the car, he opens the door for me, I reluctantly step out of the car, glancing left and right and all I feel is too runaway and never come back.
“Emily, Emily!” I scream her name as soon as I get into the house.
She rushes out of her room in awe to find me strutting down “What's wrong with you, Dickinson? Why do you keep barking like a dog?“ she yells, gently stepping down the stairs.
“We need to talk!” I hike to my office. “Okay!” she simple nods and she instantly follows me with her query stare fix at my back.
We both get into the office.
“Please, can you?” I seat while pointing at the door, asking her to close it behind her. “Of course!” she frantically rolls her gazes and she closes it.
“Take a seat!” I instruct her.
“Dickson enough of this pleasantry go straight to the point!” she wearily rolls her eyes
“What I'm about say isn't something easy to say, so it's not easy for me to let out but I have to and I believe this will be best for us. You know how grateful I am for all you’ve ever and went through because of me!” I commence, seated with both hands wrapped and placed on the table
“Yes!” she instantly retorts while perching with a confused mended gaze at me
I continue... “I’m glad you know that! I will always be here for you no matter what and...”
“I know you'll always come back to me, we’re inseparable!” she cuts me off before I can finish my speech.
Her illusion remains intact despite all the hardships we’ve been through and this renders me sick like I'm the monsters in the story not for feeling the same way.
“Emily I want a divorce!” I cut her off with my unexpected request. This immediately renders her silence like she's recapitulation and I can feel the bitterness rising in her.
“What the hell did you just say, Dickinson! because I believe I didn't get you well?” she yells furiously clenching the table with her fists, her glance widen with veins carving on her neck
“You heard me the first time, Emily! I want a divorce!” I repeat calmly leaning back on my chair
“Never!” she hits the table yelling at the top of her voice as she immediately gets up from her seat “Never!. I will never give you a divorce, Dickinson! I won't seat here devastate while you go and get a better life after scattering mine. I won't give you this freedom selfish, wicked man!” she frightening saunters around clenching her fists so tight
She acting like the victim to render me culpable unfortunately for her, this time my mind is mad up and her emotional blackmail can't stop me.
“Can't you see that we’re not happy? cant you see how miserable we’re?. It's not more working Emily, It's over! I think it's better we accept this” I yell back.
“To think I was happy when I saw you entering this house hoping that my husband has gotten back into his sense and has finally come back home, in vain. It would have been better if you never came!” she keeps yelling, crying but all her drama makes me sick I don't get her, or what she is crying over.
“You’re a selfish and wicked man, after rendered me zero, now you want to leave me alone?. I won't give you this privilege, I won't. I sacrificed all my life for you.”
“That’s exactly my point! you’re still young and in good health, you can catch up with your life, it's not too late. I'm giving you a way out of this mess we created to find real love, a man who I'll give you kids and the family you always dreamt of. After all, I'm the barren one, not you!. I'm sincerely sorry for all the miss carriages and how difficult it was for you. I was with Dr Jone this morning and he reassured me that none of the miscarriage affected your womb, so you’re clean and you can have babies anytime you wish!” I stood up lowering my voice, gradually moving to her clearly explain things hoping that she will understand.
She flinches at my touch taking visible steps backwards
“You’ve destroyed me, Dickinson now you’re throwing me out like trash after all my sufferings, after carrying all your weak sperm in me which made me blame myself for months, rendering me an alcoholic. I'm suffering every single day because of you and whenever I think about those dead born and unborn babies!” she sobbing falling on the wall in tears, shattered
“Don't you dare act like you're the only person suffering here? I usually keep calm when you talk because I cared about you not because I wasn't suffering too. You’ve never cared about how I felt at every one of your miscarriages, I felt weak, not men enough and useless. This wasn't only about you but about us! all you cared about is yourself and always yourself. I have never blamed you for that, I always considered every sacrifice you made for me as aid, never an obligation” I stroll around yelling while she rush to pour out some glasses of whiskey which she drinks in gulps
“You love signing to who wants to hear with no restriction, my infertility, you say how useless of a man, I am. Do you think that this has been easy for me to cope with? so don't you dare think that you've suffered more than me!. I know you've never understood my sufferings simply because you've never loved! I learn to leave with it!” some drops of tears helplessly roll down my eyes but I wipe it as soon.
“Is it because of that stupid girl I saw in your office? Is it because of her that you want to destroy all that we've belt together?. Did she promise to offer her womb?” she keeps speaking like the selfish woman that she is,
Her evilness renders me speechless for a while.
“She has nothing to do with all this. This is simply about you and I and the realities that we're facing. From the way you speak, the ease at which you find pleasure in hurting me, it's obvious that you don't love me and seriously I doubt if you ever loved me!” lower my voice in dismal
“Go to hell Dickinson, I don't believe you. That stupid girl most have promised you her womb, I know you and I know you love us poor, weak and naive so that you can take advantage of us.” she malicious grimace gulping her glass of whiskey “and if all this is because of that stupid girl or any other foolish girl out there, then they will pay me dearl!”
“Emily! What’s the problem with you? Why not end all this hatred by accepting the divorce?”
“Go to hell!” she hits the glass on the ground with that said, she leaves banging the door behind her.
“Fuck!” I hit the table “Why is she being so difficult? What is she up to?” I furious fall back on my seat grinding my teeth in wrath.
She’s just being difficult for nothing, it's obvious that she doesn't love, so what is she up to?. I hit the table again
After a few minutes I remove to Jim who is impatiently waiting for me in the car.
“Jim, take me back to the office!” I tell as soon as I barge into the Car “okay, sir!” Jim shudder at the sound of my voice as he didn't heed when I got in.
He drives as!.
“Stupid man!” Emily, watches me leave the maison through the window of her room with a malicious smile on.
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In the office,
I walk out of my private lifter pausing by Noami’s desk “Send Emile to my office, Now!” with that I walk straight to my office.
“Okay Sir!” she reluctantly rolls her stare as she retorts but I'm far gone already.
