6 minutes had passed and she hadn't stopped what she was doing.

Roberto chose to stand, watching her engrossed in her work. More minutes flew by, the silence hovering between them was thick. For a moment, he started entertaining the thought that this lady didn't want to see them at all.

But patience was one of the things he had learned to have over the years.

After roughly almost an extra 4 minutes of them standing, she finally raised her head to look up at him and his secretary.

Upon seeing who he was, her eyes flickered in surprise, and for a moment her jaws almost dropped open but then she quickly collected herself, the cold demeanor returning as she held his gaze.

She hadn't expected to meet him here of all places.  But she couldn't act familiar with him, he was a stranger to her.

Roberto, on his part, was stunned after his target raised her head. How come she looked familiar - similar to his ex-wife even?

"Why are you guys still standing?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"We just felt like it. Watching you work is a delight in itself," Roberto said with a polite smile.

"Oh, this?" she pointed to the drawing on her device's screen. "I was just whiling away my time out of boredom. This is just a doodle," she said leisurely, causing Roberto's mouth to twitch.

For some seconds, he was lost for words. If she considered that a doodle, then what would she consider as a perfect work?

"Please, have your seats," Lily offered, gesturing to the empty chairs on the other end of the round table.

With that, the two men finally got seated.

"So, gentlemen, what brought you here? Or am I in trouble?" she asked.

Her eyes were on the device as she made the finishing touches to what she called a doodle.

'Quite a perfectionist,' Roberto internally observed but he maintained the polite smile as he slowly shook his head before he responded.

"No, Miss. You're perfectly safe," he reassured, "I'm a fan of your works, you see. I'm thoroughly impressed by your creativity, your dedication to your work..."

"Isn't that typical of everyone who has a success story?" She had a brow raised in askance.

He suspired, feeling this woman would be difficult to handle. However, he was someone who rarely shied away from challenges.

"But you aren't just a person with a success story, Miss Shawn,"

"Oh? What am I then?" she asked, putting her device in her black leather bag.

"You are..." Roberto's words hung in his throat as the latter abruptly gestured for him to stop speaking.

"If you are here because you want me to work for your company, then I must apologize. I'm not interested," she rose to her feet and both men did as well.

 She hung the bag on her shoulder and asked with an incredulous look. "Are you planning to follow me?"

"Not at all," Roberto kept on his friendly look, although his patience was now starting to thin.

Why didn't she let him finish?

Lily fished out her android phone from one of her bag's inner pockets and quickly answered the call, her expression turning stern, "I'll be right there in a few minutes,"

Putting her phone away, she turned to Roberto, "I appreciate you coming to see me, but what you're asking for is impossible. The one who gave information about my arrival in this land should have also told you that I'm signing a deal with Fawn Corporation tomorrow. My integrity isn't for sale. Please, have a nice day, I have somewhere to go,"

Roberto was left transfixed in his spot the moment he heard her revelation. Still he didn't want to give up just yet.

"Can I do the honours of dropping you off at least?" He offered after rushing to catch up with her.

"My ride is already waiting outside. I appreciate your good intentions but please stop wasting your breath, time and energy on me, ex,"

With that she sashayed away, the clicks of her heels resonating in the almost empty lounge.

It took him a minute to realize what she said at the end of her sentence.

"Ex..." he mumbled and then... his eyes widened.

No wonder he found her familiar.

She was his ex-wife?!

At that moment, he made a break for the lounge's exit, hoping to catch up to her but when he got out, he couldn't find even her shadow.

His secretary was puzzled as to why his boss was acting like this. Clearly, their target already stated she wouldn't work for them.

His boss' action could be likened to asking a dead lion to growl.

Still, he chased after his boss, silently cursing Lily under his breath. Why didn't she just shoo them away from the start instead of frittering their time?

Roberto rushed to the parking lot, only to find his ex-wife seated in the backseat of a black maybach.

"Lily!" he called out desperately as he rushed in the vehicle's direction. On seeing him, the latter quickly wind up the car's tinted window and told the man in the driver's seat to move the car.

Roberto had almost reached his destination, only for the car to zoom past him. If he didn't get out of the way on time, he would have been hit.

His assistant finally caught up to him, panting, "Boss, why chase after her?" he probed.

"Because... she is someone I know. Someone important. A treasure I had foolishly casted away," Roberto replied, his tone heavily laced with a meld of guilt, regret and longing.

He had ditched the pearl for a fish eye and now, he was enduring the aftermath.

He didn't return to the office. Back there, he couldn't concentrate on his work and now that he had seen Lily again, he was surer that he would push those documents off his desk and probably ruin a few expensive items to vent his frustration.

"Fawn Corporation is really despicable," the secretary commented unhappily, "They already had her to themselves. Why ask us to try convincing her to sign with us? Was it to show their supremacy or that they have no use for us?"

"Whichever is the case, I won't let things slide," Roberto swore, clenching his teeth.

Upon reaching home, he found his wife waiting for him in the living room, seated on the red couch with a ugly and menacing look on her pretty face.

She had her arms crossed before her chest and also had her right leg placed over the other.

Upon catching sight of him, she immediately rose from the couch, ready to unleash a barrage of vitriolic words on him but he unexpectedly beat her to speech.

"I'm not in the mood for an argument right now, honey. Whatever you want to say, please, I beg you, keep it bottled up for later," With that said he made his way up the spiral staircase, his hand placed on the handrail.

However, his wife wasn't intent on letting things be. She charged up the stairs, the  clatter of her footwear reverberating across the living room.

Roberto, who was in the midst of changing, got a bit startled when the door was suddenly kicked open and a raging Miriam entered the bedroom.

He frowned but didn't say anything as he continued undoing the buttons of his white shirt, suddenly finding them a hassle.

"Roberto, are you even a man?" she barked, her chest heaving.

"You well know the answer," he replied in a calm tone,"

"Why are you so deadset on embarrassing me, huh?" she interrogated, walking closer to him.

"Why can't you understand? That money is a lot, and you aren't even going to use it on anything beneficial," he reasoned.

"So you're calling me stupid and a spendthrift? Where is the man who gave me a grand wedding back then? Coz all I see right now a lazy, lying weakling," she ranted.

Roberto facepalmed, feeling a headache coming on.

Should he have just gone to the bar and gotten worse for the drink before coming home?

"Honey, please stop this. I did nothing to deserve these insults,"

"Do you know my mates out there now look down on me? The last charity we attended, others donated millions and even one of my friends in addition to funds, also donated a necklace that cost 5 million to the orphanage. But what did we donate?" She held up two fingers before continuing with her complaint, "Two million. Just a paltry two million that isn't even enough to buy anything worthwhile for those poor souls. Do you know how sad, embarrassed and depressed I was? I gave up my successful career for you, have you forgotten?"

"Miriam, I was never against your work. You were the one who decided to be a full-time housewife and I agreed since that's what you wanted," Roberto pointed out.

"Roberto, I well know you're having an affair outside, misappropriating company funds for so long. If find out who that woman is, believe me, I'll make her wish she was never born," she threatened and then turned to leave.

But at the room's threshold, she stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. "You have just two hours to fetch me the money or else, consider it over between us,"

After saying that, she slammed the door shut behind her.

Roberto had his lower jaws set, hands fisted by his sides and his eyes barely contained his rage.

This was the woman he fell in love with? She only cared about herself, not an ounce about him.

He nodded sagely, "Very well, if that's what you want,"

Then he made a beeline for the bathroom and slammed the door hard.

Several minutes later...

Roberto stepped out of the bathroom clad in a grey bathrobe, a small towel draped over his wet hair.

He badly needed that shower. His phone, which was placed on the bedside cabinet, started ringing, and he subconsciously made his way to fetch it. As soon as he saw the caller ID, he frowned and declined the call. However, the caller resumed calling almost immediately, prompting the scowl on his face to deepen even more.

He cut the call once more and threw the phone on the bed, flumping down on the side of the bed, a defeated sigh eventually escaping his lips. He hunched forward, resting his chin on the back of his right hand while staring into the void, lost in thought.

The phone beside him kept on vibrating, but he didn't bother to pick it up.

His mind thought back to Lily. Everything about her made him regret. If only there were a pill for regret, he would have taken an overdose, so as to right his wrongs, so he could have the happy family he dreamed of with Lily.

His spite for Miriam grew with each second. If she had never returned to the country, maybe he would still be married to Lily by now. His business wouldn't have ended up in a state where they needed the crumb-like favours from a company like Fawn Corporation, which he previously looked down on.

He huffed, straightening his upper body and then retrieved the still-vibrating phone. He answered the call, and then came the shrill voice of his wife.

"How dare you ignore my calls, Roberto? Why haven't you sent the money? Do you really want me to divorce you?" 

Roberto didn't answer. Instead, he dropped the call and blocked her number. Then he dialled another number and waited for the recipient to answer.

Once the latter had done so, he spoke, his voice, though calm, full of hidden rage. "Vilson, I want you to prepare divorce papers. For me and Miriam. Pull every string you have to. Just make sure stacks of divorce papers are sent to my residence today."

"Sure thing, sir," the recipient replied before ending the call.

"Since you want to divorce me so much, I won't try to change your mind this time. I'll give you what you want, Miriam!" he spat through gritted teeth, his eyes laden with malice.

He stayed in the room for hours until he got a call. He rushed out and headed to the mansion gates to fetch the package.

Miriam, who had seen him rush outside earlier, didn't say a word. She kept her arms locked over her chest and had her jaws set in defiance.

Without a word to her, Roberto scaled up the stairs and headed to their matrimonial bedroom. He took out a document from the various copies in the package and went through it. The alimony should be enough to satisfy a greedy woman like her. 

His phone rang in that moment, and he fished it out from his pocket. It was his wife calling. He immediately answered it. 

"So when am I getting the ten million, honey?" Her tone wasn't harsh like previously. 

"Come upstairs. I have something for you, dear," he told her, his voice calm as well. 

"Sure thing, honey,"

The loud clatter of her footwear slapping against the stairs as she charged up them was heard, and soon, she entered the room without needing to open the door since it was already ajar. 

Compared to her defiant, angry look before, she was now smiling. 

"Hubby, I'm here." She announced sultrily, walking towards him in what she thought was an alluring way. "You said you have something for me, huh? If it's what I want, I promise, I'll let you between my thighs for a whole week, every day. We could even do it in your office, hubby," she said coquettishly, prompting him to frown in disgust. 

He was even more disappointed in himself. 

How... Just how had he stooped so low to pursue a woman of this calibre? How did she make him head over heels for her all these years? 

"Here's what you seek," He pointed to the document lying on the coffee table. 

She looked at him, puzzlement materialising on her features. "What is it?"

He forced a bitter smile. "Why don't you guess?"

"Oh, you know how bad I am at guesses, hubby." She pouted. 

In the past, he would find this look cute, but now, he could only recoil in disgust. 

"Just tell me," she pleaded, wanting to hold his hand and sway it. 

"I bet there's a reason your eyes are still working, right? So use them properly, Miriam," he told her, his tone cold. 

"Really? That's what we're doing now?" She asked with a raised brow. 

He didn't answer her but instead placed his hands in his pockets. "It's up to you. Whenever you're done making good use of your eyes, find me. I'll be in the kitchen," with that, he emitted a scoff before walking out of the room, not even bothering to shut the door. 

Miriam harrumphed in arrogance. "In the end, you'll always bend to my will, Roberto. I know how much you like to bonk. If I don't take advantage of it, how will I still be called Miriam? Cindy was right. Spreading my legs for him freely would only make me look cheap. By billing him, he'd know my worth even better. As for that gown... though it's not necessary, but I need the money. If I didn't lose that bet, I wouldn't be in this state. Sandra, you're lucky to win this time. You'll be getting a free 6 million from me. Anyways, I can always get back at you and claim thrice the amount I'll give you tonight."

Harrumphing once more, she made her way to the coffee table, helped herself to a chair and draped her left leg over the other. Then, she reached forward to pick up the document. 

But upon seeing the title, her arrogance fled, replaced by a meld of confusion and disbelief. 

"Divorce Agreement?!" She repeated the heading, still unable to register the reality. She rubbed her eyes, just to be sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. 

But it was the same. 

She flipped through the pages, and a frown materialised on her face. 

"This man... How dare he think of divorcing me?" She seethed, teeth tightly clenched.  "I haven't filed for divorce, and he dared beat me to it with this paltry amount he calls alimony? What rubbish!"

She stalked out of the room with the document in hand, yelling her husband's name on repeat, but she got no response. With her right hand placed on the bannister, Miriam barreled down the stairs, her expression menacingly ugly. 

She then stormed into the kitchen where Roberto was helping himself to a bowl of cereal and milk. Seeing his equable look made her rage spike.

"What is this?" she threw the papers on the kitchen table. 

He took out a high-end pen from his shirt pocket and placed it on the document. "Sigh, it," 

Seeing his placid look, her disgruntlement mounted to heights, and her chest started rising and falling. "How dare you file for divorce?" 

"That's what you wanted, right?" He responded before scooping another spoonful of the cereal. "You should be excited,"

"Excited? Are you nuts?" she fumed.

"Miriam, I've given you what you so desire. Yes, I'm a lazy, lying weakling, just as you said. So please do the honours and affix your signature in the required places. Your alimony is quite generous, so you don't need to worry about falling from the elite circle."

Upon hearing that, she pounded hard on the table, causing the spoon to fly out of the bowl, sputtering some of the meal on the table's surface.

"Miriam, don't make me lose my temper with you!" Roberto fumed, shooting up from his seat.

"I'm not going to sign that rubbish," she spat, hitting the table once more, even harder this time.

"You bitch!" Roberto was compelled to curse, his hands fisted by his sides. How dare she refuse after the lengths he'd taken to get the document ready? She was the one who fucking wanted a divorce, so convinced about it.  No, she had to sign the papers and exit his home today.

"Miriam, sign the papers and leave if you don't want to get hurt."

"Get hurt?" she scoffed, a mocking laugh, "You should be more worried about yourself. You think you can survive without me?" she pointed conceitedly at herself as she asked this.

"I was, before you returned to the country. And I was doing even better back then," he shot back.

"So you're saying I'm not as good as your ex, huh? That classless Lily?"

"Whatever you think. I don't have time for your tantrums."

Miriam's face became uglier. She lunged at her husband, intending to hit him, but he grabbed her right hand, his face stern.

"You want to hit me?" he asked, the calmness in his voice barely enough to conceal his blazing rage.

"I...I..." Miriam was at a loss for words, but then, she suddenly regained her confidence, and extricated her hand from his hold, "So what? So what if I want to hit you? You're the one at fault anyway," she harrumphed, crossing her arms over her chest and staring elsewhere haughtily.

Roberto didn't say a word to her. Instead, he cleaned up the mess she had created.

Still, Miriam didn't feel a shred of remorse for what she had done. Instead, she scoffed arrogantly and kept her arms locked over her chest.

"Whenever you're ready, sign the document and take your leave." With those words, Roberto made for the stairs, soon charging up them.

Miriam was left in a daze for a while. Roberto... he really meant to divorce her? What was imperfect about her that made him want to do so? Who even fed him or gave him the courage to proceed with the stupid idea of getting these papers done?

No way was she going to sign them!

She grabbed the document and headed for the stairs as well, repeatedly calling her husband's name. Reaching her destination, she found the room's door locked from the inside. A deep scowl made its grand appearance on her face.

"Roberto, what's the meaning of this?" she yelled, pounding hard at the door, but there was no response.

"Roberto. Roberto! Are you pretending to be hearing-impaired? That's what you're doing now?" She kept knocking until her knuckles hurt.

But she didn't give up.

She called for one of the housemaids and asked her to fetch a male housestaff, preferably the gatekeeper, to tear down the door.

The maid, Leona, a ravenette in her 20s, was hesitant, her eyes staring at the beautifully crafted door. "M-madam... is it...really necessary?" she gathered courage to ask.

"How dare you question my order?" the enraged latter quickly delivered a sweet slap across the maid's cheek.

Leona held her hurting left cheek, eyes brimming with unshed tears, lips quivering.

"Go do as I say, you waste of space!" Miriam barked.

Willing herself not to cry, Leona blinked back her tears and bowed respectfully. "Yes, Madam. Sorry for offending you, Ma'am. It'll never happen again," she said in a choked-up voice.

Miriam harrumphed, her nose facing upwards, "Get out of my sight." 

The young lady quickly took her leave, heading down the stairs, her right hand placed on the handrail.

Miriam glared at the still-locked door. "Roberto, I'll count to three. If you don't open the door, prepare to suffer the..."

In that moment, the door opened, making her slightly taken aback. Roberto stepped out of the room and leaned his back against the wall, arms folded.

Still, she quickly regained her posture, her proud look assumed once more. "Your ears are now working, huh?"

"Have you signed the papers?" he asked her, ignoring her question.

"I've already told you, I won't sign. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"Fine then." he uncrossed his arms and retreated into the room. He was about to shut the door when she placed her leg past the threshold.

"Shut it if you dare," she taunted him, spite latent in her eyes.

A resigned sigh escaped her husband's lips, and he did the unexpected. He was about to slam the door against her feet.

Gasping in fear, she retracted her leg but missed her footing and fell to the floor on her butt.

"I hate people challenging me the most, especially the unworthy ones," Roberto said with an icy glare.

Miriam became aggrieved, "I'm your wife, and you call me unworthy?"

"Ex-wife," her spouse corrected.

"You... I haven't signed the papers, so I'm still your legal wife."

"Yeah," her husband responded, sarcasm in his tone. "But not for long," 

"I won't sign them ever!" she growled, rising to her feet and closing the distance between them.

Roberto was about to lock the door, but she shoved the door open.

Her husband retreated and quickly steadied his balance, but at that moment, she did something.

A harsh slap resonated across the room.

"Madam, he's..." Leona had just arrived at that very moment with the gatekeeper. Both were stunned at what they witnessed.