Torn apart
(Bella)
"Sorry ma'am. But we've been asked not to let you into this premises," one of the security guards tells me.
Is this a joke?
I roll my eyes at him. "I'm here to see my husband!" I retort firmly. "I'm sure you know who I am?"
"Of course we all do but please madam you have to leave now. I don't want to lose my job," he reply calmly, his tone pleading.
I can't believe this, why would Dean give such orders. How did we get here?
He disappeared on me, running away from problem and now he's restricting me?
I could already feel tears forming in my eyes, waiting to spill.
I turn to the guard again. "Please I have to see him. I promise not to get you into any trouble," I pleaded frustratingly.
He takes a deep breath. "Trust me ma'am, if I can, you wouldn't have to ask twice." He says.
I don't back down. "Please, just five minutes, it's important that I see him,"
"There's nothing I can do ma'am. I'm sorry you have to leave now,"
I look at the guard again and he looked really sorry, like he wouldn't do this if he wasn't asked to.
I turn, walking away, my heart's so heavy to grasp why he'd restrict me from coming into his company.
Is this it? Is our marriage really over?
Am I fighting a lost battle?
I pull my phone out and dialed Ethan's number, luckily it begins to ring. Once, twice but he doesn't pick.
I sigh walking back to my ride.
As soon as I opened the door to Derrick's apartment, he turned to look at me. "How did it go?" He asked, concerned.
I shrug, throwing my purse to the empty couch and sitting right beside it. "Dean restricted me from coming into his company's premises," I divulge, my voice thick with emotion.
"Huh?" Derrick exclaims. "That's too much. He's taking this too far,"
"I don't know how to feel, everything is still like a dream to me," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No, no, Bella." Derrick says, moving over to me. "No more tears, you've cried enough. You are pregnant, remember?"
I sniffled back my tears, my hand instinctively moving over to my stomach.
Derrick reaches out to my face, gently wiping off the tears. "Maybe I should go talk to him myself." He offered.
I shake my head slightly. "No need, Rick. I know Dean, if he has refused to listen to me then he wouldn't listen to anyone else." I retort, fighting the urge to cry. I don't even know why I cry so much this days despite myself. Maybe it's the hormones.
"What do we do then?" Derrick asks.
"I will go back again." I say firmly. "Just this last time and if Dean isn't willing to let me in. Then I'd have to do this on my own,"
"Okay. But just so you know, Calvin's offer is still up," he reminds me.
I furrow my eyebrows at Derrick, ready to let him know I'm not considering that offer.
I'm about to say something when my phone starts to buzz in my bag.
I rummage through it, pulling my phone out. I roll my eyebrows when I see the caller.
James, my old boss from the club. Why's he calling?
It's been roughly two years since we last spoke.
Hesitantly I pick the call, pressing the phone to my ears.
"Hey, Bella. It's been ages," his voice wafted into my ears. "How have you been?" He asks.
"I'm fine," I try to sound upbeat.
"I mean the divorce, no one is fine with divorce," he presses further.
I look at Derrick, surprised. How did James find out I was divorced? It's barely a week.
"How did you know that?" I ask skeptically, at least I know James is not the kind of guy that snoops around other people's business.
"I just know, Bee." He calls me with my stage name.
"It's Bella," I corrected.
"Fine." He mutters and then I hear him take a deep breath.
"You see why I was against you quitting back then? Come back, Bella. And I will pretend like you never broke the rules—,"
I cut him off sharply. "I didn't. My husband–,"
He steps in before I could finish. "Ex-husband, Bee, you keep forgetting that," he corrected.
I continue, ignoring him and his jabs. "Dean paid every dime I was owing. And I meant it when I said I was done," I say more firmly.
I hear James take a deep breath again. "You know you were the best we ever had, right?," he retorts, his tone calm. "Come back, Bella. And I'd pay double, anything at all."
"Thanks James but I'm done with that life."
He puffs out a defeated breath. "Okay, fine. Can you at least come to my office to talk over this?"
I want to decline but he persisted. "It's just talk, Bella. And I remember us being cool,"
Yeah, James was indeed kind to me. Even though mom didn't make it out of that hospital, I wouldn't have afford to get her there without James's help.
"Alright. I will stop by briefly tomorrow," I tell him, before hanging up.
I turn to Derrick and his gaze is on me. "It's James," I divulged.
"What does he want?" He asks.
"You know him, he's just trying to get me back. Don't worry about it,"
Derrick takes a deep breath. "It's been two years and he's still not over you leaving?"
"He'll be fine. He's been this past years,"
"Right, most definitely," Derrick mutters.
"Alright, come eat something, I ordered your favorite," Derrick smiles at me and I'm quite aware that he's just trying to lighten the mood.
But then food it's the last thing on my mind.
My heart is torn apart. I'm hurt beyond anything I could ever imagine.
I can't believe Dean is treating me this way.
His silence is killing me slowly. And I don't know how to live with him hating me forever.