Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

It was then it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't received any debit alert. Why? I quickly checked my account balance on that account and it was still the same,no deductions. Why hadn't he withdrawn yet?! refused to let it bother me. The card was with him, he could withdraw it whenever he wished.

About half an hour later, the taxi pulled up to a stop before the divorce registration office. Even as ! transferred the payment for my transport to the taxi man, I couldn't help but let my gaze wander as my eyes perused the area in search of Mark.

I walked to the entrance and stepped into the reception area. Perhaps, he got tired of waiting outside and decided to wait in here but he was not there either.

Swallowing my growing anger, I took a deep breath and composed myself before settling onto one of the seats in the reception area. I found myself seated beside a cute couple that had me wondering what had brought them to this place.

I tapped one of my feet repeatedly on the floor of the reception area. With an exasperated sigh, I unlocked my phone's screen for the umpteenth time and as I glanced at the time, my anger piqued. It was fucking 8:30 A.M! I had been waiting for thirty minutes!

Furiously, I immediately dialed his number, my thumb pressed the call icon with much force. He picked up instantly, but before he could utter a word, I burst out.

"You damned man!" I yelled and the couple beside me jumped from their seats then heads started to turn my way but I was past caring what they thought. "I've been waiting here for more that thirty minutes! We had a deal!" I erupted, "I give you a million dollars and you agree to the divorce. I have important things to do and you dare to waste my time!" I shifted to the edge of the chair, "You know what? Every second I stay married to you makes me feel utterly sick!"

There was a long silence and it grated on my nerves, my hand tightened around the phone and I felt the Insane urge to throw something. "Are gonna get here or-"

"Sydney..."

I froze at the voice that answered back. The voice that responded wasn't deep and firm like Mark's, it sounded far from the commanding tone I was expecting. It sounded soft and shrill. But, all in all, the voice was familiar. I frowned as I tried to remember where I had heard the voice, my mind tried to piece two and two together. And then suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped on, it clicked. With a jolt, I sat up.

"Grandma!"

"Yes, Sydney. It's me. I'm back."

"You're back?" I bit my lip, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. I closed my eyes, filled my cheeks with air and slowly blew it out. Shit!Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Another reason why I had badly wanted this divorce over with as soon as possible was because of Grandma Doris, Mark's Grandma. When I entered the Torres family, she was the only one who was kind to me and seemed to even like me. I knew if she was here she wouldn't want me to divorce her grandson and now she was back from touring around the world.

"Yes. Come see me, okay? I've missed you," her endearing voice pulled at my heart strings and I nodded

without hesitation. My voice softened as I tried to subside my anger. "Yes, Grandma. I'll stop by later today." I assured her then asked, "By the way how were your trips?"

"My trips were fine. Everything went smoothly." Grandma Doris' voice sounded a bit weaker than it normally was and she let out a dey cough. "Come see me, okay? I got you a gift." "Really?" I couldn't help but get excited. She actually thought of me on her trips and got me something!

"Of course. And I'm sure you'd love it."

"Oooh," I cooed. "I can't wait."

She let out a weak chuckle, "Just get here, okay?"

"Okay, Grandma, I'll be on my way now," I said softly, then hung up the phone.

My smile faltered as I hung up. Seeing as Mark was against divorcing me, he had probably talked about it with Doris. I sighed and my shoulders slouched.

I was happy that Doris was back but she was yet another barrier to officially ending my relationship with Mark.