By Grace[BWWM]

One

"Mase, could you help me put away the groceries?" Vanessa asked as she walked into the kitchen with the final bag.

She was met with silence, which wasn't abnormal. Mason was an attorney and most of the time he brought his work home, so he was never much help around the house.

"What would you like for dinner?" She placed the bag on the counter and walked to Mason's office.

She knocked on the door. She knew better than to just walk into his office, he would get upset and he warned her numerous times of the consequences of entering without permission, so she always knocked.

"Come in,"

She smoothed out her hair and her clothes before opening the door. Mason hated it when she wasn't aesthetically pleasing, so she always made sure she was neat before greeting him.

A smile grew on her face as she opened the door. Her husband was the epitome of handsome and hardworking, and he was all hers.

"Hi, Mason," She grinned and stood in front of his desk. He liked to have a view of her from a distance, he said it gave him an opportunity to check her out.

Mason looked away from his work and scanned over her with his eyes. He motioned for her to turn around, which she did happily. Pleasing him always made her happy.

He motioned for her to stop, which she did. "You look pretty. How's the child?" He asked and looked back down at his work.

She didn't mind. He seldom gave her his full attention, but she didn't mind. He complimented her and her heart was content. "She's doing wonderful, thank you for asking," She said sheepishly.

He scribbled something down and pulled a thick pile of papers from his desk. "Don't make dinner tonight." He said without looking up.

She was confused. "O-oh, are we going out or something?" She asked gently. She didn't want him to think that she was defying his orders, she was only curious.

Mason flipped through the pile of papers and signed a few pages. "No. I'm tired of this," He signed a few more pages and then drew an arrow on the bottom. "Sign this," He murmured and turned the papers to face her.

She looked at the papers and read over them. "Oh, God," She whispered and clutched her stomach. It was divorce papers.

"Mason," She choked.

He looked at her and shook his head. "Don't start with the tears, Vanessa." She felt a piece of her heart crumble. He never called her Vanessa. "I don't want to be married to you. Sign the papers," He grabbed the papers and held them in the air, mocking her in a way.

"Why not?" She asked with her hands in the air, a sign of frustration.

He threw the papers onto his desk and glared at her. "Because I don't love you anymore. I don't want to be with a woman like you, not anymore." He opened his desk drawer and placed a pen on top of the papers. "Now, be a good girl and sign the papers." He smiled wickedly as tears built up in her brown eyes.

She couldn't believe her ears or her eyes. Her husband, the man she loves, the father of her unborn baby, was asking for a divorce. "Mason," She stammered, but he held his hand up in the air.

"I'll arrange a place for you and our child to stay, I'll send weekly support for the child. Just sign the papers," He urged her and handed her the pen.

She took it hesitantly, hoping that this was only a dream, she prayed to wake up. "I love you," She whispered and signed her name on the allotted space. And though she would miss him, she knew better than to fight for a man's love.