CHAPTER FORTY ONE
Please, Fatima
I watch the cloud pave way as the plane descend into Paris's atmosphere. The uneasiness in my stomach as the plane continued to descend was painfully aching but it was nothing compared to the storm I have to sail my ship through at home.
Unlike the sunny and bright atmosphere I saw when I first entered Paris, today’s was cloudy, dark and dull just like how my life is right now.
I rolled my luggage as I move along with the passengers I arrived with through the lobby of the airport, when I cut through a corner, I stopped on my heels almost crashing with the person coming behind me when I saw Alice and Jude waiting for me. I know this young lady is just trying to help me but I fucking hate her right now, even more than I did when we were not friends
After the second day I arrived back home in Nigeria, Mama started asking me why I was home and by the third day, she found out I was divorcing Kylian. I don’t have to ask around to know it was Melissa who told my parent that I was leaving Kylian because of another man. I had no other choice than to open up to them about the situation of my marriage when they were asking to go back and apologize to Kylian.
To my utter surprise, my parent found no issue with how Kylian treated me. In fact, they applaud him for being a husband who provides. They both went on how many women will kill to have Kylian when I got him on a silver platter. It was later that I found out that Kylian was sponsoring Baba’s election into the national assembly. Disappointment did not even come close to how betrayed I felt at how my parent would sell me off for money
Mama was like, at least he is not cheating on me. Does a man need to cheat on me before I go mad in a marriage? I can’t believe he turned my own family against me. After enduring their nagging for two extra days, I left home with the promise of going back to Paris but instead I I lodged myself in a hotel in Lagos. After about two weeks, my parent found out that I was not in Paris, then Baba threatened to disown and curse me if I didn’t go back to Paris
I watch as Alice look around for me and wonder what is even the point of going back when I am eventually going to be divorced. So, I made the decision to lodge myself in the hotel where I stayed when I first arrived in Paris.
Thankfully, I still have the key card Alice gave me. I will plan my next line of action here. I will be getting a divorce but I am also going to fight through my teeth for the assets I acquired. I evaded Alice and Jude and board a taxi to the hotel
I drool over the sonogram Fatima gave me from her recent check up at the hospital in a restaurant as she read through the details of my postnup
“So cute” I smiled brightly
“This document is incomplete” the lawyer spoke out in frustration
“I removed my husband’s name, I typed out every other content in the postnup”
Fatima let out a heated sigh
“From what I am looking at here, your husband might be popular, if I know who he is I can use that to get you your asset or maybe even more than that” she argued
“I don’t want more, I just need him to let me have what he already gave me”
“I would eventually get to know him when I represent you”
“No, you won’t. As you can see, I already agreed to no court case”
“Bewaji…” She tried to convince me otherwise
“I just need you look through it and tell me what you think I can do to keep my assets. I don’t want any court case”
“This contract is airtight, there is no loophole unless I know who your husband is”
“Please Fatima, after everything this man put me through, I think I deserve some kind of reward for my trouble”
“Tell me his name and I will get that for you, why are you protecting a man that didn’t protect you from his family?”
“Actually, I am protecting myself. I can cut myself clean from him without anyone knowing I was associated with him at all”
She sighed heavily
“Alright, let me see the divorce papers”
“I have not been given one yet”
“What?”
“Technically, I am the one asking for the divorce not him. So, it should probably come from me”
“And he is aware that you are divorcing him?”
“Yes, but I… I didn’t tell him exactly, I told his mom”
“What?” The expectant mother exclaimed
“I know how that sounds but his mother is kind of like his PA, she was the one who even negotiated the deal of my postnup. I am sure he is aware”
“What?” She looked at me with her mouth wide open. Then closed it after a while “You know what, I am going to draw you a divorce paper which you will take to him”
“I would prefer if the divorce paper comes from him because of my parent. They would disown me if it came from me” Fatima nodded in understanding
“I understand but they are not even serving you one”
“That is probably because of his big project. He is currently involve in a big project right now, when that is over, I will be served. I am sure of that” I explained. Euro’s qualifiers is currently going on and as the team captain of the France team, he is pretty busy at the moment
“Okay then”
Then I went back to fondling the sonogram
“So cute”
“You ever wanted one?” she asked
“Yes” I nodded as I looked at her with nostalgic. I remember all the times we spent trying. The good sex I had with him, now that I think about it. He always treated me like a queen when he was with him. I guess now, that is all over “Yes, I wanted one… we both did”
“Your husband?”
And I nodded
“I am sorry, you are going through this. Divorce has always been a bitch on anyone going through one” she spoke like she understood my pain “But sometimes, it is just the only way out of a dreadful situation”
“It is not always that bad you know, when it is just the two of us with no family or football. He made me feel like a queen”
“It does not matter how good he treated you inside, if he can’t protect outside, the inside counts for nothing”
“You are right, so will you help me find a way”
“I will try…”
“Thank you” I blurted out with happiness
“The word is I will try” she corrected me
“That is good enough for me”
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY, 9.00 PM WAT
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