07
The morning sunlight streamed through my hotel window as I sent Isaac a message. My tone was curt and to the point [See you at the court. Don’t be late ]
By the time I arrived, Isaac was already there, pacing nervously by the entrance. His disheveled hair and wrinkled suit hinted at a sleepless night. He avoided eye contact as we went through the motions of the divorce process, his demeanor strangely subdued. Unlike the belligerence I’d expected, he complied with every request, signing where instructed and uttering no objections.
The finality hit when the divorce certificates were handed over. The clean white paper bore a weight that I hadn’t anticipated. Isaac took his copy with shaking hands, but as I turned to leave, his phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen and his face drained of all color
“No… this can’t be…” he muttered, his voice trembling.
The certificate slipped from his hands and fluttered to the ground.
“Fired? I’ve been fired?!” he stammered, staring at the notification as though willing it to change.
I paused, watching as realization dawned. The carefully constructed image of Isaac Johnson, a successful and sought–after attorney, had begun to crumble. He spun around and grabbed my arm in desperation, his grip vice–like. “Lola, was this your doing?” he demanded, his voice raw with panic. “Why would you do this? Do you have any idea how hard I worked for this career? Why would you destroy everything I built?!”
I yanked my arm free, stepping back as I leveled him with a cold glare.
“Worked? Do you really believe your success was your own doing?” I said, my voice laced with disdain. “How much money do you think my father poured into smoothing your path? How many strings did I pull to get you the opportunities you couldn’t earn on your own? You built nothing, Isaac. You owe everything to me and now, you have the audacity to blame me for losing what you never deserved in the first place.”
Isaac froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Before he could respond, another notification pinged on his phone. He glanced at it and his expression twisted into something between confusion and terror.
“Jessica… can’t have children?” he whispered, almost to himself.
I saw the moment the reality clicked in his mind, his disbelief quickly giving way to anger. Without a second thought, he bolted out of the courthouse.
I followed at a leisurely pace, curious to witness his confrontation with Jessica. She was still confined to her hospital bed, pale and weak from her recent complications. When Isaac stormed into the room, her face lit up briefly, only to falter at the sight of his fury.
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“Jessical” he shouted, startling her. “What the hell is this? You can’t have children and you didn’t tell me?!”
Jessica shrank back, her frail frame trembling. “Isaac, L.. I didn’t know how to tell you…”
“Didn’t know?!” he bellowed, his hand slamming against the side of the bed. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? I’ve lost everything because of you! And now, I find out you’re just as useless as she is!”
Jessica’s gasp was audible, her eyes welling up with tears. “How could you say that? Isaac, I love you…”
Her attempt to gain sympathy faltered when Isaac grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and shook her. The slap that followed echoed in the small room, leaving a red mark blooming across her cheek.
“Love me?” Isaac spat “You’ve done nothing but ruin me!”
At that moment, I stepped into the room, my heels clicking against the tile floor Isaac and Jessica froze, both their faces a mixture of guilt and fear
“I thought I’d stop by and deliver a little gift,” I said, holding out an envelope.
Isaac snatched them from my hand, his eyes narrowing as he read the document
“You…” His voice cracked as he stared at me, shaking the papers in disbelief. “This is a lie! You made this up!” “You think I made that up?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been infertile all along. The reason we never had children wasn’t because of me–it was you.”
The color drained from his face completely. He staggered back, collapsing into a chair as the weight of the truth crushed him. Jessica picked up the report, her hands trembling. When she realized what it meant, she turned on him
Lola’s fault?*
“You’re infertile?” she shrieked. “All this time, you let me believe it was Lola’s
Her words dissolved into incoherent sobs as Isaac buried his face in his hands. For a moment, the room was silent, save for the sound of Jessica’s crying
I straightened my posture, brushing imaginary dust from my sleeve. “Well, I’ll leave you two to sort this out. You deserve each other, after all.”
Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked out, my heels clicking against the floor with deliberate finality. Behind me, Isaac’s anguished cries followed me down the hallway, but I