I start walking back to the Living Room. What time was it again? I see the Maids pass me, one by one, saying their Good-mornings. I open my mouth but no words come out. Reaching in my pocket, I pull out my Cell Phone. I needed to call someone, but who?
The tears in my eyes prove difficult to read any names on my screen. I feel a hand on my hand and look up. It was Dayo.
"Come." He says.
We go outside and he helps me into the Cadillac. Dayo walks back into the House and is gone for a while. I didn't bother leaving the Truck or anything. I was still in my Robe.
I didn't care.
Nothing mattered anymore.
When he finally emerges, Maria is standing with him at the Doorway. She had been crying.
He climbs back into the car.
"Where are we going, Dayo?" He looks at me through the Rear View Mirror.
"Home, Jasmen, home."

We arrive back at my Apartment rather quickly. I had actually fallen asleep and Dayo poked me awake.
"Come." He had the car door opened and helped me out.

I don't even remember how I got to my Apartment Door. Dayo had taken out my keys from his pocket and unlocked the Door. We walked in and he helped me to my Bedroom. I lay down and he throws a blanket over me.
"Lucas," I whisper.
Dayo freezes and shakes his head. I knew he felt bad for me. He then pats my head and walks out the Room, closing the Door. I close my eyes and fall asleep praying I wake up, back in Luke's arms.

It was 1 am when I woke up. My head was killing me and my entire body was sore. I started to panick. Where am I?
Then it all suddenly started to sink in. Lucas is divorcing me and I'm back at my Apartment. I grab onto my chest. My heart was breaking. Again. This was the second time my heart was taken, ripped, and thrown back into this Apartment.

I make my way into the Kitchen. I was so thirsty. There wasn't any food in this place so I didn't know why I was looking. Opening the Fridge, my mouth drops. It was fully stocked. This had Maria written all over it. I decide on water and turn towards the Living Room. Making a left into the Dining Room, I trip over boxes.
"What the?"
I look around. There were so many boxes. Where did they come from? I begin to open some. It was all my stuff from Luke's house. All my clothes and shoes. My Wedding Dress.

"Hey, Cindy."
"Hey Mrs. Bower! So tell me about the Honeymoon!! Was it everything and more?"
My hand starts to shake. I had called her because I needed someone to talk to.
"Cindy, ummm" I cough and try to sound as sane as possible but it proved false. I start to sob. Uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry for calling this late. But um, I need someone to talk to. Lucas asked for a divorce."

An hour later, Cindy was knocking on my door. She had never been to my Apartment so I had to text her my Address.
I open the door for her and she threw herself at me.
"I am so sorry!" She hugs me and leads me to the sofa. "Tell me what happened!"
I explain to her in detail about the day after my Wedding. She couldn't believe it.
"And here I was thinking this entire time you are in Honeymoon bliss. I am so sorry honey."
She goes into the Kitchen to make us some tea. I was glad to have her in my life. If she wasn't here, I don't know what I would've have done.

"Okay, so tell me," she says as she hands me a saucer, "are you going back to working for him?"
I hadn't thought about that. The man had just asked me for a divorce and kicked me out the house.
"I doubt it. He obviously wants me nowhere near him. And I wouldn't be able to function near him, and pretend we didn't happen."

I look down at my Wedding rings. How did I end up here? We were so in love the other day. I was still in love. Cindy kept talking but I ignored her. I started to remove my rings and placed them on the End table.
"Are you going to keep your half of that fortune?"
It had never crossed my mind. I was a Billionaire.

"No," of course I wasn't taking what wasn't mine, "I want nothing of his. And besides, he worked hard for every nickel he has."
"I understand. Listen, go to bed. You need your sleep. I'll sleep here in the Living Room. I do work tomorrow so I'll be out in a couple hours."
"Actually," I look around at the mess of boxes sitting all over the place. "These boxes are filled with clothes and shoes. Help yourself and keep whatever, you want. That way you don't have to rush back home."
She looks around. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, why not."

I head back into my room. I search on my bed for my cell phone. There wasn't a single call or text. Guess I was secretly hoping he had called. I didn't want to accept it. None of this felt real. When my ex and I broke up, I cried so hard and fell into a depression, but it wasn't for him. It was for making a HUGE mistake; moving my ass over to London. Lucas was my heart, my soul. Every minute that passed without him, felt like I was inching towards death. It was like I couldn't breath, hear, see, think. I left lost. Like it was the end of the World, and I was the only person left alive. Truly alone.

It was 12 pm when I had woken up. I checked my phone. I had 2 missed calls and a voicemail from Cindy:

Hey, just checking on you. Call me when you can. If you're not up to it, you can text me. Okay? Take it easy. I'm here if you need me.

I stand in the Living Room. There were so many boxes to go through. And to think, when I first moved into the Mansion, I had one duffle bag. Should I start unpacking or call my sister and tell her I'm coming home? It was really weighing heavy on me. Either way I chose, I would be starting over. Again. I start and try rearranging some boxes when someone knocks on the door.

I freeze. "Who is it?"
"It's me." Lucas?
I stand there confused for a second. Why was here? Was he here to gloat? What if he brought that awful woman with him? I swallow hard and decide to let him in and open the door.
He was alone.
"What do you want Lucas?"
"Can I come in?"
I steps aside, letting him in, and shut the door behind him.
Lucas turns and looks at me. Surprisingly he looked as miserable as me. "I brought you the divorce papers. You can look over them and sign them when you are ready."
"Oh," I say happily, "There's no need to wait. I'm sure Susan wants this done as soon as possible."

I snatch the Manila envelope from him and open it. I sit at the Dining Room table and begin signing everything that is highlighted. It only took one signature to get married. Divorce required like 20?
"I am not going to fight you with anything. I'm giving you half my fortune and-"
"I don't want anything from you." I say through gritted teeth. The look on his face almost made me laugh. He looked like I smacked him.
He looks down. "Will you be returning to work then? At the Tower?"
"What?!" I snapped. "Why the fuck would I do that?Huh? Feel bad for the poor girl? Maybe you and Susan can a good laugh through the Glass? This was probably the plan all along."
"No, it's not like that!"
"No?" I sign the last page and throw the entire packet at him. "What is it LIKE then?"
He walks over to the papers and picks it up.
"I know you hate me..."
"No," my voice starts to shake. But I swallow it down. "How can I hate the center of my universe? My reason for living. Eventually I may grow to hate you. But right how I just need to take care of me."
He takes a thick, white envelope from his jacket, and places it on the table. Then moves it to the middle of the table.
"What is that?"
He laughs and scratches the side of his jaw.
"I knew you wouldn't take any of my money, so..."
I open it. There had to be about 10,000 in euros and about 5 credit cards. I look up at him in disbelief then I smile. He was making sure I was taken care of. I walk up to him and throw the cash and credit cards in his face.

"I'm not a charity case. I don't need your money. The superintendent of this building will get my money every month. My own money."
Lucas starts to get mad. "He's been instructed not to take a cent from you."
"Then I'll move."
"And I'll find you and I'll make sure you aren't paying anything towards your living expenses. Please stop being this way. I just want to take care of you." He pauses. "The best way I can, of course."
I shake my head and tears start rolling down my cheeks.
"The best way? So you being miles away from me is the best way you can think of? Was I that horrible to you that you need me far as possible to live? That I pushed you into the arms of the woman you couldn't stand. Your fuck buddy?"
"You don't understand."
He looks down at my hand.
"You removed your Wedding rings?"
I look at his hand. He still wore his. Why would he still have his on?
"Yeah well, I had planned on wearing them til I died. Guess things change."
I shake my head. Why was he still here?
"I've signed all your papers, so you can leave now."
I go to open the door for him, but he closes it.
"Please," I whisper staring at the door. "Leave me alone. Go!"
"Look at me," I felt his cool, minty breath on my neck.
I slowly turn around and look at his face. There were so many emotions written all over his face but I couldn't exactly say which ones.
"I expect you to be in the Office. 9 am sharp. If not, I'll take it as your resignation."
I look down and close my eyes. His face was so close. I just had to move an inch and my lips would be touching his. How I longed for them.
But then reality sank in. No, I needed to be strong.
"Do you want the resignation now, in writing?"