Page 92 of Unexpectedly In Love

“Please, Anise sit,” Eryx gestures to the chair in front of his desk.

I walk to the chair and slide my body to the edge of the seat. I wait and he says nothing, he just continues putting files in order.

“Okay so these are yours, and these two are mine.” He places two brown envelopes in front of me.

My mouth feels dry, I can feel a pending doom come towards us.

“I’m sorry about your dad,” I whisper.

His finger twitches, then he continues setting up files on his desk. “Thank you. The envelopes I set before you need your signatures.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were leaving?” I ask, part of me needs to know.

“Would you please open the envelopes,” he pleaded.

As I open the brown envelope, I drag the sheets of paper out, the words ‘Divorce Agreement’ sits on the top of the sheet. A wave of nausea hits me. This can’t be happening.

“You’re divorcing me?” I utter in disbelief. Slowly, I take the sheets out of the envelope, looking over the words.

“Yes. Unlike before I will allow you to take this to a lawyer of your choice,” Eryx replies. I can’t even describe him as cold. Cold would mean that he is feeling something. No, this feels worse than our first meeting. His face is set on neutral and begins to read the divorce.

My throat constricts painfully. “I’m so confused.”

“Don’t be, everything is clear and concise. Page 3 speaks about our agreement about the amount of money that is to be paid,” He reads the paragraph of the agreement.

“We are in our fifth month. I thought we agreed to seven. What’s going on?” I feel like my heart rate is slowing down. I tug at the neck of my t-shirt.

“My father died, so the seven months are not a need. Now, page 17,” Eryx continues reading and pointing out words to me.

“Stop, Eryx, please.” I press my hand against my throat.

“I raised your benefit from 50 million to 90 million,” he continues, as he flicks the sides of the pages.

I shake my head slowly; this shit can’t be happening.

“I also will be awarding you five million every year until Kai becomes eighteen. His college will be—” Eryx’s head is bowed over the paper within his pen, pointing to all the thoughts that I should be made aware of.

I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief.

“I don’t understand.”

“What is there to understand this was the original agreement?” He looks at me, his expression remains blank while my insides are crumbling slowly.

“But everything has changed, we changed. How could you not see it?” I mutter.

“The house can be sold, or you can live in it,” he continues, turning the pages. His voice remains even and clear.

“We are happy together. Our son is doing well.” My hands tremble as I clench the envelopes.

“You can sign the documents today. Or you can carry it for your lawyer.” He continues talking, never missing a beat. His composure sickens me.

“You’re a coward,” I state louder. For the first time since the conversation started, he stopped talking. His Adam apple bobs behind the collar of his white shirt.

“Can we continue or will there be more theatrics?” he asks.

“Theatrics? What the hell happened in Greece?” I was becoming angry.

He leans back in his chair; his hands cage together, and he rests it on his chest like I was wasting his time.

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