You Divorced Me, Remember?

|GLORY|“I want a divorce, Glory.” He repeated again and my heart skipped a beat. “W-What do you mean by that, Sean? Wait,” I reached for him but he moved away like he did earlier. “You cannot be serious. You must be planning a surprise, right? Sean, this is our fifth year anniversary. This is a very bad joke for today.” I cautioned him and tried to play it off with a smile but my husband was not smiling. “You don’t mean that. Do you?” I asked inaudibly, tilting my head to the side to observe him better. “I do, Glory.” He ground out. “Why? Why do you want a divorce? Is it because I am the useless daughter of the Scott family? I told you, Sean. I have applied for jobs everywhere but Father keeps making sure that I do not get them. I have even come up with brilliant ideas that I thought to share with you tonight and I have also spoken with a beauty agency and also tried to come up with more ideas for you and me... Just to… but.. I… why do you want a divorce, Sean?” My lips quivered,

|GLORY|“You can move into Harriet’s place. I can speak to her on your behalf.” Mary said, offering me a light smile that didn't reach her eyes. I shook my head. “I… I don't think so. I don't want to be a burden to anyone.” I told her. I was already an orphan and a divorced ex-wife now. Not the glorified useless Scott’s daughter. This morning, I prayed mentally in my subconscious that last night was a dream and that it wasn't true but after opening my eyes to see the damage I had done to the room last night, I knew it was real. What more? The empty glass of wine that lay on the ground reminded me of the reason behind my heavy headache. “You are not a burden to anyone… and especially not to me.” Harriet entered the kitchen, handing a file over to me. I knew by instinct what the file was and with shaky hands, I collected it from her. So soon?“He sent it through a lawyer. He is waiting to take back a copy of it.” She informed me. “And yes, he said Sean reduced the moving out date. T

FIVE YEARS LATER…GLORY“I still don’t see any tangible reason to invest in this, Mr. Mahoor.” My voice was calm, deliberate. I leaned back in my chair, gaze flicking from the poorly structured flip charts to his anxious, sweat-beaded face.He swallowed hard, shifting on his feet, his fingers gripping the edge of the podium as if it were the only thing keeping him standing.“The thing here is that if we—”“Mr. Mahoor.” My exhale was slow, measured. “When it comes to doing business with me, I don’t deal in ifs.”“Oh, I deeply apologize, ma’am.” He let out a weak laugh, but no one else found anything funny. I caught one of his team members discreetly motioning for him to wrap it up.They were all the same. They thought they could impress me with half-baked proposals, second-rate pitches, and surface-level research. As if I would lower my standards for them.“Before you continue,” I glanced at my wristwatch, the diamonds glinting under the conference room lights, “you have exactly fiftee

|GLORY|I was no fool. Supporting Kingsley meant putting everything I used three years to build in jeopardy and that, is something I would not do even if a gun pointed at me. After the discussion with Kingsley and I concluded that I would think about it. I also assured him that Kevin will get back to him soon. I scoffed at the thought. I already knew my answer but what is a little fun if I don't draw this out. Kingsley was just like every other selfish and corrupt politician who uses people and ensures that they never get the resources to be themselves again. He sucke them dry and abandons them. And I, Glory, will never be another man’s tool to fame or power again.“Ma’am, there is a business party tonight at the San’ Diego Hotels. Mrs. Jonathan sent an invitation to you last month. I already made the preparation. Booked you an appointment with GLOW this evening and selected your choice of gown also.” He informed me, his gaze on the tab in his hand as we both walked back to my offi

|SEAN| “Who did you you say you saw again at the event?” Warren, my best friend, asked, lounging freely on the couch as I poured myself some wine. I swallowed hard, the tart taste of the wine stinging my throat. “Her. Glory. And by some miracle, she is no longer bearing Scott but Steel. No wonder I couldn't tell that she was coming.” I said, biting my lower lip as I twirled the liquid. I had gone through the list of invited guests Gillian had given me. I needed to know who I would be meeting since there was a particular client I have been meaning to meet. Although, I eventually did but seeing Glory after some years nearly undid me. “And…” He raised himself on his elbows, narrowing his eyes at me. “What got your boxers in a twist?” He cocked his head to the side. I uttered a snort, shaking my head in the process. “You don't get it. She… looks different now. Like—”“Different from when you had her and lost her?” He wiggled his brows. I glared dagger at him. Warren had been one of t