How it ends

Games?

Clarabelle POV

It's stifling. I'm eating my tiramisu as Darren reads over and rereads the divorce agreement. I hate waiting. Carter is looking through the pictures and keeps looking from me to Darren with a lost look on his face.

"Mrs. Sylvester, can I see what else is in that folder?" Carter breaks the silence.

"Sure. Have at it. I've made copies and sent them over to my representative." I say sliding over the folder like I wasn't handing over the evidence I gathered against my husband for nearly a month now just so I could divorce him.

"'Representative'. Clarabelle, what games are you playing? What the fuck is this?" Darren says, looking at me furiously.

"Darren, I really don't understand why you're so upset. You used to threaten me with divorce all the time. You've cheated on me so many times I think I may actually be a saint, and to top it all off, you yourself have told me over and over again how you don't love me and you simply just wouldn't see a need in doing so. So why all the fuss? Just do us both a favor and sign it." I retort calmly, telling him what I should've said years ago.

"Why after all this time is all of that bothering you now? We divorce and then what? You get to fuck around too? Is that what this is about?" I have to hand it to him. For a man who has achieved a lot and has been recognized by many for his brilliance, he's a pretty dumb guy. I laugh, honestly flattered that he thinks I am capable enough and attractive enough to sleep around in the first place.

"You know what Darren, I honestly hadn't thought about that until you'd just mentioned it. Given that my husband of almost 6 years has been finding other women to sleep with and occupy his time I hadn't thought myself able to attract any other man. I mean hell, I couldn't even keep the one man I loved." I say laughing bitterly and finishing my dessert.

"This isn't funny, Clare. And I'm not signing this until I figure out what you're real motive is. Like you said it's almost been 6 years, I know you. You wouldn't just leave me." Wow. The confidence in this man is truly beyond. He technically isn't wrong though. If I hadn't gotten pregnant, would I have made the same choice?

"Oh, Darren. Think what you want. Remember you only have 24 hours to sign or it gets serious. I don't want to bother you with all that. I mean look, I even did this at a time we would both already be meeting so we wouldn't waste extra time. I know you're very busy. " I say with a sigh.

"Did you find another man?" He suddenly asks frantically. He darts his eyes at Carter.

"Is it Carter? Lucas? Shit. Is it Pierre? Who is it? You can't possibly like Sandre." He gets up and walks to my side of the table. I stand up too and look him in the eye.

"You cannot possibly think I'm the reason why I want a divorce. You cannot possibly be that selfish and horrible. I did not decide this because I like Carter, or Lucas, or Pierre or even fucking Sandre Wilson. This is about you being a shit husband. If you have no more VALID questions I'm leaving. I have things to do." I grab my things and walk away from the table. I find the waitress and hand her a few bills to pay for the tab then walk out to hail a cab.

Back at the firm I get out of the elevator and see Ashley rushing towards me in her high heels very seriously.

"Mrs. Sylvester, Mr. Graves is in your office waiting for you. You also got several calls from Mr. Sylvester and your brother, Mr. Laney." She reports walking next to me and I hand her my handbag and thank her.

"Thank you, Ashley. I'll go to my office now. Any calls from my brother can wait. If Mr. Sylvester calls again or Mr. Sinclair, ask them to leave a message and I will get back to them." I direct her and walk into my office to see the one and only Mr. Lucas Bailey Graves.