Page 26 of Aquarius Awakening
“Is there anything other than the divorce we need to talk about before we take things further? I want to make sure you are comfortable if things between us progress,” he asked.
“Whatever happens between us, I want to take my time. I don’t want to rush into anything. This is my first and last time getting a divorce,” I explained.
“I hear you. No rush, remember I’m on your time, love.” He kissed my forehead before heading back into the bedroom.
I remained seated in the kitchen and took in what he said. Jacob didn’t have to tell me because I felt the same. It took a lot of restraint for me to pull away from our kiss. If he kissed me like that again, I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop.
Agreement of Terms
It had beena week since I moved to my place. My closets took forever to get together, but I was ultimately pleased with the final outcome. I added some lights to the bookcases to give them a more polished look. While I hesitated to declutter, it couldn’t be avoided. I donated a lot of things to a local donation place. Whoever was lucky enough to get my stuff would be almost as fashionable as I am.
Jacob had been busy on set, so we hadn’t been able to see each other. I missed his company, but not being around him was for the best. He checked in on me several times during the week,which I appreciated. It was nice to know that I was on his mind. Jacob made me feel desired, and I loved the feeling.
I locked myself in my design office when I got in this morning. There was research to be done for the upcoming season. After being back here, I hardly ever went into my other office. I didn’t want to be too far away from the design team. Being on the floor in the midst of everything gave me a sense of what was going on. In the middle of searching through old photographs to find inspiration, my phone rang. It was Lisa’s office number, so I quickly answered, “This is Faith.”
“I have the most amazing news for you,” Lisa excitedly declared.
“I’m listening,” I replied.
“Mason agreed to an equal split of the condo. You guys are on the same page with the Long Island property. In terms of your business, he will not ask for anything from you. He has stopped his request for the money back,” Lisa explained.
“This sounds too good to be true. Did you have to show him the pictures?” I questioned.
“You know that man well. I did have to show the pictures. As you can imagine, he tried to play hardball. His infidelity was in direct violation of the prenup. It was odd. I thought he would have figured out that we had met at the gala. I’ve seen cases of arrogant husbands, but Mason seemed to be top tier,” Lisa commented.
“Is this really it? It’s over just like that?” I inquired.
“In thirty days, you should be officially divorced. Once the condo sells, you will each receive a check with your portion of the sale,” she explained.
“Thank you so much,” I cried.
“The pleasure was mine. I told you I love to see my clients win. Once everything is settled, my assistant will send over thefinal invoice for my services. If you ever need me, you know where to find me.”
With that, we disconnected the call as I cried silently in my office. The tears represented a mixture of sadness and relief. Sadness that things didn’t work out but relief that this entire ordeal was finally behind me. I was free of Mason, and nothing could have made me happier. As I let the news soak in, there was a knock on the door. The doorknob turned as Milani entered the office. She looked confused at my tears.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” She rapidly fired questions at me.
I took a moment to catch my breath. “It’s over. My divorce will be finalized in thirty days. I’m free and I don’t have to worry about my company,” I shared.
Milani’s eyes grew wide as the words registered.
“Oh, my God! You’re free!” she squealed as she hugged me.
The happy tears continued to stream down my face as we rocked back and forth. A sense of relief continued to flow through my body. Since my last conversation with Lisa, all the uncertainty of the unknown had weighed heavily on my spirit.
“We have to go celebrate. Let me text Imani and tell her to meet us at Pia’s.” Milani gushed. The excitement she felt for me warmed my heart.
Milani and Imani were everything to me. I was grateful for them throughout this entire ordeal because they listened and never judged.
An hour later, Milani, Imani, and I were at Pia’s cutting up. The drinks flowed, and the food was plentiful. We even got our favorite hostess, Ginny, to take some shots with us. Out of the three of us, I was the light drinker. Milani and Imani could go at it all night if I let them. Our server brought out some food to help soak up the alcohol. The alcohol seemed to increase my appetite. I gobbled up the food like someone who had missed a few meals.
“Now that you’re free, are you going to give Jacob a chance?” Imani asked.
I continued to stuff my face and ignored her question.
“Not you pretending like you can’t hear me,” Imani commented as she reached for my plate.
“You’re so damn nosy. Let my damn plate go, then maybe I’ll answer you,” I replied.
