 
LUKE'S POV
 
I sat on the floor with a dolesome countenance and tons of cigarettes on the floor, and the room was partly covered with smoke. My phone had been ringing; different people were calling me, but I decided to ignore each and every one of them.
 
My phone was far from me, so I couldn't actually tell the people who were calling, but one thing was for sure: my grandfather was included in that list of callers. I didn't know how I was going to reply to him. What was I going to tell him concerning this Ariel situation?
 
It had been an hour, and I was just sitting here like a helpless man, like someone who was completely broken and could never be fixed back.
 
I heard a knock on my door, but I didn't say anything. I was not in the mood to talk to anyone. But I sighed in annoyance the moment the knocks got louder. "Who's there?" I groaned.
 
The person replied, "It's Bridget, sir."


 
LUKE'S POV
 
As I stepped outside, I was taken aback when I saw Harriet. Her appearance had transformed from her sparkling red dress to a fitted black bodycon dress, teasingly displaying her cleavage.
 
Her beauty was mesmerizing, her face expertly made up, and her red lipstick added to her allure. In that moment, she looked like an angel standing before me.
 
"Hey, baby," she said, walking towards me and planting a kiss on my lips. Her scent was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but want to be close to her all night. "How are you?" She asked, fully aware of what had transpired at the bar. I wanted to be angry with her, but her irresistible looks made me forget my anger.
 
"Don't I look beautiful?" She twirled around, beaming. I couldn't resist any longer and pulled her close to me. We both grinned at each other as she trailed her nails down my face, neck, and chest. I grabbed her wais

 
LUKE'S POV
 
I couldn't help but wonder why that lady would make her way to the airport. Was she planning to leave the country or what? What the hell was she thinking? My grandfather would definitely not want this.
 
My phone started ringing, and I took a look at it. Oh sh*t, it was my grandfather. I looked at Harriet, and she didn't utter a single word; she was waiting to see what I would do.
 
I answered the phone call, and my grandfather barked, "You good for nothing, fool! You're planning to divorce Ariel? Are you kidding me?"
 
His voice was just too loud for everyone sitting around us to hear him. I got up right away and began to walk away, with the phone still pressed to my ear, but Harriet held my hands tight. I turned around and looked at her; she didn't want me to leave her presence, but I pulled my hands away from hers and went to a quiet spot to continue the call.
 
"Idiot! Are you still there?" My grandfather wanted to know if our call was still ongoing.
 
"Yes, grandpa," I answered quietly.
 
"Can you please explain to me what the hell is going on?!"
 
"It's nothing to worry about, grandpa. Ariel is just throwing a tantrum; ignore her; she'll calm down in a few days." I tried to calm my grandfather down.
 
"Then why is she at the airport? Did you drive her away so that you could marry that woman? I told you, as long as I'm alive, there is no way, no goddamn way, that I'm going to let Harriet get married into the Reynold family! Never!"
 
"Is she really planning to go to the airport?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
 
"Fool! She's already at the airport!" My grandfather snapped. "Now you better make things right, or else you'll regret it!" He ended the phone call.
 
I let out a deep sigh after that. Having knowledge of Ariel being at the airport really left me uneasy, honestly. And I didn't like this feeling one bit. But if she was at the airport, then I shouldn't still be here anymore.
 
As I was about to walk to my car, Went suddenly appeared in front of me.
 
"Luke, where are you going?" She asked, crossing her arms.
 
"I don't have time to talk right now, Harriet. I was about to tread away, but she still blocked the way.
 
"Seriously Luke? You're just going to leave us?"
 
"Well, I have no choice, Harriet!" I screamed, and after gazing at her, my tone softened. "I have no choice."
 
She sighed. "Okay then," she uttered before walking away. I looked at her as she made her way to the club. Her eyes met mine, but she took her gaze away.
 
I shook my head, not liking what was going on around here. I burst into my car and drove home.
 
There was no doubt that I was uneasy about this whole Ariel situation. What in the world was wrong with me? I never loved her; I despised her so much. So why was I feeling troubled with this? Oh yeah, it was because of my grandfather. That man.
 
I rushed inside the house and saw one of the maids walking with some sheets folded in her hands.
 
"Where is my wife?" I asked the maid.
 
"Your wife?" She gave me a perplexed face. "I thought you guys were divorced."
 
"What did you just say?"
 
"Oh, it's nothing; it's just that I saw some divorce papers in your room that clearly showed you guys signatures." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh well, I got to go now." The maid ambulated towards the door while I headed to my room.
 
I went to the wardrobe, and some of Ariel's clothes were still there. In fact, all her clothes were still there. It was just how I left it earlier today. And that could tell that she had not come home ever since. Or maybe she did, but didn't pack her stuff.
 
I called Ariel, but I couldn't reach her. Who knows? Maybe she must have blocked me. I did a lot of wrong things to her, and she was only trying to cease all of that. But why now? Why didn't she do this earlier on? Why didn't she just continue to live her normal life with me?
 
My phone began to ring, and as I looked at who was calling, I refused to answer. It was my grandfather. The moment I saw his name pop up on my phone, his words echoed through my mind: "You'll regret it!"
 
It was more like a threat, and trust me, that man could do something crazy, not caring whether he was related to you or not. That was his dark side, and no one wished to put him on that side. Like I said before, that man could do something crazy.
 
My gaze shifted to the nightstand in the room, and I saw a document right on it—our divorce papers. I slowly woke up in that direction and took hold of the papers.
 
I went through it, and my eyes caught my signature, harking my mind back to the time when I had signed it as she requested. I didn't even think for a second about what the outcome would be. Now look at my grandfather, who is troubling me seriously.
 
Just take a look at what Ariel has done. She was about to bring chaos into my life and wanted to make sure that I just resided in darkness forever. But that wasn't going to happen. There was no way she would ever prevail over me. No matter what the situation may be, I must conquer her. Who the hell did she think she was to miss me like this?
 
I threw the paper away and saw the card on the floor—the card that I had given her after I finished signing the divorce paper last night.
 
With my eyes fixed on the card, I traipsed closer to it and squatted. Slowly picking up the card, I couldn't help but stare at it. And I was quite surprised that Ariel didn't carry it along with her. Or maybe she forgot. Nah, she couldn't forget. She threw this on the floor to disrespect me. What a dark mind she had. But I was not going to let her get away with this.
 
My grandfather called again, and I ignored his calls. At the moment, I was not up for any sort of insult or thunderous and antiseptic screams. He was calling because of that good-for-nothing Ariel, and I hadn't even gone to look for her at the airport.
 
I lit a cigarette and blew some smoke to ease my mind. After that, I began to call Jack, who eventually answered the phone. On my way home, I told him everything, and he said he would search for Ariel at the airport. So now, I wanted to know if he was actually keeping up with his words.
 
"Yes Luke?" Jack uttered, and there was no doubt that he was in a noisy location.
 
"So, have you seen her?" I asked, blowing up another smoke.
 
"Well, our people saw Mrs. Reynold at the airport."
 
"Then bring her back," I enjoined him without hesitation.
 
"Well..." Jack paused, leaving me in suspense.
 
"Well what?" I quizzed him out of curiosity, but he didn't answer for a minute. "Well what?!" I snapped. I was about to lose it.
 
"Mrs. Reynold has already boarded the plane and taken off," he told me. "She's left, bro; she's left."
 
I hung up as my cigarette fell from my hands. I was speechless, anger flooding every part of me. And with a loud cry, I flung my phone to the wall, causing it to break.
 
Ariel was really serious about the divorce. No
What was my grandfather going to do the moment he realized that she had already taken off?

I gave him a puzzled look. "What the heck is she doing there?"
 

























 
LUKE'S POV
 
I sat on the floor with a dolesome countenance and tons of cigarettes on the floor, and the room was partly covered with smoke. My phone had been ringing; different people were calling me, but I decided to ignore each and every one of them.
 
My phone was far from me, so I couldn't actually tell the people who were calling, but one thing was for sure: my grandfather was included in that list of callers. I didn't know how I was going to reply to him. What was I going to tell him concerning this Ariel situation?
 
It had been an hour, and I was just sitting here like a helpless man, like someone who was completely broken and could never be fixed back.
 
I heard a knock on my door, but I didn't say anything. I was not in the mood to talk to anyone. But I sighed in annoyance the moment the knocks got louder. "Who's there?" I groaned.
 
The person replied, "It's Bridget, sir."
 
"What is it now?" I queried in tiredness.
 
"You have a visitor," she let me know.

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