“I think there’s only one place that’s going to be suitable for this,” she told me with a smug expression “I think that we will be going to Luxe” she announced with satisfaction “god I love that place. I haven’t been in months,” she said with a degree of satisfaction “and I could use a few new things for my wardrobe.”
I had a feeling that Rachel’s version of shopping for a few things would account for practically a whole new wardrobe in comparison to an average person and prepared myself for a whole afternoon of shopping and trying on dresses.
“I want to swing by and shower and change first,” I told her and she nodded.
“Where’s your ring?” she asked suddenly, peering at my hand.
“Oh, I put that in the safe, I didn’t want it to fall off or get lost while I work,” I told her blithely “I’ll put it back on tonight” I added.
I wouldn’t want to lose a precious heirloom while out shopping, I thought absently. We began to lock up the studio and prepared to head out.
Grayson POV
“As you can see from the prenuptial agreement that my client had drawn up, it’s ironclad. Mr Mathews doesn’t have a leg to stand on. He’s entitled to nothing as the contract states. Not only that” I paused as my client gave me a shaky smile, the other lawyer looking mutinous by now, along with my client’s soon-to-be ex-husband “but she has concrete evidence of Mr Mathew’s affair with none other than a Miss Davies. Exhibition A” I said dryly, producing the photographs that our client had taken of her soon-to-be ex-husband doing the deed in her own bed with Miss Davies. She’d had the foresight to snap a couple of pictures before her husband had spotted her and attempted to smooth things over with his furious wife, but the damage had already been done.
“You bitch” Mr. Mathews snarled, jumping to his feet “After all I’ve done for you, everything I put up with and this is how you repay me?”
“Control your client” I snapped, getting to my feet and towering over Mr Mathew who took a step back in shock “I will not have Miss Mathews intimidated by her ex-husband as a blatant attempt to get money out of her.”
The other lawyer made a furious motion at Mr Mathews to sit back down. I smoothed my tie and sat back down next to my client. Timothy was furiously taking notes.
The other lawyer spoke while Mr Mathews flattened his lips and looked away angrily “Is Mrs Mathews willing to renegotiate at all? Mr Mathews committed five years of his life to the marriage and supporting his wife. It seems to be reasonable to expect some form of compensation to that face” he said quietly.
I looked at my client. There was anger and fury on her face. Her prenuptial was ironclad. “Mrs Mathews went into the marriage in good faith that her husband would stick to their marriage vows. She expected her husband to remain faithful to her and instead was treated to a front-row seat of her own husband’s affair right in front of her eyes. Mr Mathews might have committed five years, but it was expected by Mrs Mathews at least, that it would be a lifetime” I said gravely.
“Bitch” Mr. Mathews hissed, his eyes flashing “if you hadn’t been such a stuck-up, spoilt bitch, I wouldn’t have cheated on you. You’re nothing but a coldhearted, frigid bitch” he said bitterly.
I saw my client tense. “Enough of this name-calling. Your client will be walking out of this marriage, the same way he walked into it” I told the other lawyer with a stern voice “with nothing.”
I slid the divorce papers over towards Mr. Mathews “You can choose to dispute the prenup in court, but not only will you incur a considerable cost at your own expense, but even your own lawyer should be able to inform you that you have no chance of winning. I should know” I said with a certain degree of satisfaction “I drew them up myself.”
Mr Mathews shot his lawyer a look. The lawyer glumly nodded in agreement. Mr Mathews’s body slumped in defeat. My client looked more relaxed now. I watched as Mr Mathews grabbed the pen with anger and began to sign the papers angrily. He threw the papers back at me.
“I hope you are happy now Melissa” he snapped, as my client observed him coldly “I hope I never have to lay eyes on you again” he added petulantly.
I carefully gathered the papers and tidied them. The other lawyer looked resigned as he gathered his briefcase and coat. Mr Mathews stomped towards the door, his lawyer silently following in his wake. Within moments they were gone. Mrs Mathews, Aka Melissa breathed a sigh of relief as the tension in the air dissipated.
“Thank god that’s over,” she said, shaking her head “he really thought I would just hand my money over to him,” she said a little indignantly.
“He was betting on you becoming sentimental over your marriage” I advised her nonchalantly “sometimes it works. In this case, it didn’t” I said with a shrug “either way, I’ll file these divorce papers unless you’ve changed your mind?” I said checking.
“File them,” she said immediately “I no longer want to be tied to that hideous man. I want to be free. I can’t thank you enough for this Mr Grayson, for helping me to divorce him and the services you regularly provide. Another lawyer might not have had the same outcome as you managed to get.”
“I knew he didn’t have a case,” I said determinedly “and your money belongs rightfully to you. It’s your family’s money and you should always keep your wealth separate. I’m glad you took my advice” I told her as she stood up and began to gather her things.
“Invoice me as usual” she advised, nodding to Timothy “it’s nice to see you again, despite the unfortunate circumstances.”
I shook her hand “I wish you all the best Melissa, and if you need anything, anything at all, please don’t hesitate to reach out to the firm.”
She gave a crooked grin “No offense but I’m hoping that I won’t have need of your services for a little while” she joked, heading for the doorway.
I watched her go, Timothy grabbing the papers and carefully putting them aside to file for me in the courthouse.
I rubbed my forehead. There was a headache brewing behind my eyes. Timothy noticed with concern. “Can I get you anything?” he asked.
I shook my head “No, it’s just a tension headache, it will go away.”
I glanced at the time and gave a wry smile. It seemed to be taking a lifetime for the clock to tick over to the next minute. Perhaps because I was eager to get back home and to my wife. Timothy chuckled “You’ve looked at that clock constantly since you’ve gotten here,” he said teasingly “it’s not going anywhere, or is it because you’d rather be home?” he asked as we walked out of the office and towards the small kitchen to grab coffees.
“Well, I am looking forward to going home,” I said as Timothy expertly grabbed some mugs and began to use the coffee machine “but can you blame me when I have a beautiful woman waiting for me?”
My words were dripping with sincerity. Timothy paused. “You know, you speak as though you’ve known Flair for months instead of days. The way you light up when you talk about her, it’s almost as though you’ve fallen for her already” he murmured, the coffee machine springing to life as he placed a mug to catch the liquid brewing.
I gave a nonchalant shrug. “It feels like I’ve known her all my life” I admitted, leaning against the doorway. “Would it be so bad if I’ve fallen for her already?” I asked, narrowing my eyes “would that be a bad thing?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.