He's Leaving

"Everyone's calling me a homewrecker behind my back because Quincy thinks I am! And now he's hitting me. Thank God our colleagues aren't here, but what if she comes after me at work?"

Sonia's expression darkened like a storm. She held Chris tightly in her arms and glowered at me. "Apologize to him right now!" she demanded.

I met her eyes without backing down. "Not happening!"

Her lips pressed into a thin, straight line. "Either you apologize, or we're done!"

I had already checked out of this marriage, but hearing those words straight from her still shook me for a moment.

I did not let it show. Instead, I sneered. "Fine by me."

My mood had been ruined, and I did not want to bring that energy to my friend's outing, so I went straight home. That little episode left me thinking I might not get any sleep, but instead, I slept soundly.

When morning came, I woke up only to see Chris in my house. For a second, I wondered if I had woken from one dream into another.

Chris had only a towel wrapped around his waist. The rest of him was bare as he wandered around the house.

Sonia was in the kitchen, making oatmeal. It was unimaginable, given that she never did any chores.

The sounds of me walking downstairs drew their attention. Sonia frowned but said nothing.

Chris quickly explained, "It's not what you think. I drank too much and threw up everywhere. I lost my keys too, so Ms. Gray had no choice but to bring me here."

I snickered. "No choice? I think she very much loved taking you home."

Sonia slammed her ladle back into the cauldron and swiveled around. She stared at me, her voice filled with impatience. "Stop while you're ahead, Quincy!"

What a joke. She had brought another man home, yet I was the one going too far? The audacity was almost impressive.

She thought she could do this only because I held deep love for her.

Anyone who loved her even a little less would have left the moment she came up with that silent-divorce threat.

I thought love and acceptance would return to me in the same magnitude, but I had forgotten one thing. Bowing to her again and again would only make her think less of me.

My silence stretched, and Chris bit his lip. "Sorry for this, Ms. Gray. I think I should leave." He pretended to move toward the door.

Sonia grabbed his hand before he could even turn. "But you're barely wearing anything. What if you run into the wrong sort? I'll take you home after breakfast. After your clothes are dried."

She turned to me again, her impatience nearly dripping from every word. "First thing in the morning, and you're ruining everyone's day. Sometimes I wish I never married you!"

Silence crashed into the room like a mountain. It did not take long for Sonia to realize she had gone too far.

Sonia opened her mouth, but I refused to give her time for any explanation. Icily, I said, "That makes two of us, Sonia. You two stay. I'll leave."

I went upstairs and came back down ten minutes later with my luggage in tow.

Sonia's eyes narrowed. Something close to delight flickered in Chris's eyes, but he quickly covered it with an innocent expression. "You don't have to do this, Quincy. She's just my boss, nothing more. I had nowhere to go and nothing to change into. She only took me in out of charity."

I would have ignored him, but Chris had pushed his sickening little act too far.

So I snapped at him.

Arrogant Fool

"Oh, please. You had more places to go than you could possibly choose from. Imperia has enough hotels for you to stay in a different one for the rest of your life. You could have bought fresh clothes from any random mall, yet here you are, half-naked in another man's wife's house."

Chris froze up. He had no comeback, so he immediately looked at Sonia like an injured puppy begging for help.

"Quincy—"

I shut her down before she could start, "Shut up. I don't want to hear your voice."

With that, I left.

Three days passed. Then a full week. The promised deadline had arrived.

My phone refused to stop buzzing. Our mutual friends barraged my phone with endless texts.

"You're still mad at her? Come on, she's a softie. She's not even mad at you anymore. Just talk nicely and this will all blow over."

"Hey, she's reassigned Chris to another department. You should really stop this tantrum."

"It's the last day. Come on, stop acting tough. You can't find a woman like her anywhere else. If this divorce goes through, someone else is going to swoop in right away!"

I laughed. She was the one toeing the line of infidelity, but these people thought I should be apologising to her.

I texted in the group chat. "We're going through the process as we speak. I'm blocking everyone who told me to suck it up. Bye."

That was no threat. I blocked all our mutual friends immediately and asked an attorney to send the divorce papers to Sonia.

After that, I checked out of the room and grabbed a ride to the airport.

…

Sonia was in a meeting, but her mind was somewhere else. She was restless, checking her phone again and again. Still, there was no news from me. She had been waiting for days.

After what felt like an eternity, the meeting finally came to an end. The first thing she did after coming out was turning her attention to the reception room, but it was empty.

The old me would have begged for reconciliation in less than three days. Now, a full week had passed, and I had not made a single move. She wondered if I was really mad this time.

She thought it was just a birthday. In her mind, I was overreacting over something that came around every year.

Then something hit her, and her eyes narrowed. She had missed my birthday three years in a row. And every single time, it had been because of Chris.

That answered her question.

A sliver of guilt crept into her heart. She knew she had gone too far, so she texted me. "I'll take you to the beach once I'm done with work. You've always wanted to have a vacation there."

The message failed to send. I had blocked her.

A frown creased her forehead. She quickly called me, but only a detached automated voice answered. I had blocked her number too.

The air in the office turned a few degrees colder. She was about to ask her assistant to find out which hotel I had been staying at when the assistant came in first.

"Ms. Gray, a file from Mr. Maellard."

Sonia's frown smoothened out, and her mood buoyed. "And I thought he had grown a spine. In the end, he's begging me anyway. But he's an understanding man. I can let this tantrum slide. Get a watch from the jewelry store and book a reservation at that fancy restaurant on the west side. Tonight, I—"

Her words died in her throat the moment she saw what was inside the file.