Chapter 4 Divorce

• Chapter 4
• It was 8 in the morning when a knock came on the door which seemed unusual and had piqued Precious's interest in knowing who the person might be.
• As soon as she opened the door, her gaze honed with a glaring pair of eyes, causing her heart to plummet.
• "You said you want a divorce?" he asked, his voice belligerent and inflamed as soon as his feet stepped inside the house.
• Precious was furious yet could hardly speak, she darted her gaze when his cold eyes sniped at her.
• "I'm talking to you!" he said with contempt.
• Precious licked her lower lips in a bid to quell her anger then replied in a calm tone.
• "Yes,"
• "Then why are you still in the house?" he inquired in a harsh tone.
• "I was waiting for the divorce papers." Precious's voice almost shook with tears but somehow she suppressed the urge to cry.
• Fredrick didn't utter more words than to stomp past her and walk Into their bedroom.
• In a few minutes, he returned with a brown file in his grasp.
• "This is the divorce paper but I doubt if you'll be signing it cause you wouldn't _"
• "Be getting anything from you," Precious interjected him then dragged the paper from him. "Pen, please."
• Frederick looked at her, shocked at the level of her confidence then smiled.
• "Precious, you're just a poor girl from the countryside who doesn't even know her biological father, mother of a cerebral palsy daughter, and least you forgot that you signed a prenup contract with me,"
• "I know, right?" Precious replied to him in a teary voice.
• "I doubt if you know, 'cause if you do you'll dare not think of divorcing me."
• "I have a life to live Fredrick, I have a child to care for, I have dreams to pursue, and I have to leave for my mental health."
• "I didn't ask you to answer or tell me your boring folklore. I'm just telling you know you'll suffer without you in my house, you'll starve and feed from the gutter should you leave the house."
• "But you don't want me!" Precious countered. "Then why are you expressing your fake concerns about me? Do you still need me to be your wife?"
• "No! It's indeed my pleasure that we are getting divorced today, at the same time I'm only concerned about how you'll be taking of your cerebral child."
• At his words Precious's facial features contorted with shock and anger, but what could she do to him?
• Nothing!
• "Ryan you keep saying she's my child. What about you? Aren't you the father of the child?" She asked, scarcely aware of her voice.
• His eyes flashed with outrage and he spoke in a distinct mockery. "How could a medically fitted man like me ever give birth to a cerebral palsy, huh? I'm sure you must've cheated on me, probably the reasons you..." he stopped halfway, pursing his lips as he clenched his fist.
• Precious didn't find his words amusing rather it was heartbreaking that the father of her child would ever insult her baby.
• She felt a sting of tears at the rim of her eyes but she bites on her lower lips
• "God knows I've never cheated on you Ryan, you seem to use the phrase in tormenting me all the time. I don't know what I did to deserve all the humane treatment from you." precious lamented, this time unable to control her tears.
• "Sign the papers and get your miserable self out of my life," as Fredrick was yelling at her, a sudden scream pierced through the air which prompted Precious to run in the direction of the voice.
• Icy fears twisted around her heart as her gaze slid on her daughter who was sprawled on the floor, her body jerking.
• She was catching seizures again.
• Precious sobbed, running back to the living room to apprise Frederick of the ongoing saga with their daughter.
• "Ryan," her breath hitched in her throat as she called out his name. "Please Alisaa is suffering seizures, can you please come upstairs and take her to the hospital?" she inquires in a pleading tone.
• "I want to watch a football match," Fredrick answered in a cold tone.
• Precious was boggled for a moment but then she jolted back to her current state and ran upstairs so she could carry the car keys.
• When she arrived in the bedroom, she pulled open the mini shelf where she normally dropped the keys but it was empty.
• She became confounded searching everywhere but couldn't find the car keys, she ran back to the living room at the same time thinking of the possible place she might have dropped it the previous night,
• "Uhm, Ryan did you please help me to see the car keys?" she asked in a low voice which was laced with emotions.
• "It's here," answered Ryan swiftly.
• Precious sniffled in her tears and made to approach him so she could take the keys when he kicked her away from his side.
• "You can't take the keys," his cold voice resonated in the air.
• Precious drew in a deep breath and then replied. "Why?"
• "You haven't signed the divorce papers."
• "We can sign the divorce papers anytime soon as Alissa is taken to the hospital." precious said and a heavy silence pierced through the air, leaving Precious embarrassed and speechless.
• "Please..." she pleaded in a low, tormented voice, a raw and primitive grief overwhelming her.
• Frederick clicked his tongue and looked away then rushed to pick up his phone when it vibrated on the glass table.
• "Alex is sick? I'm coming right now," he said and hung up the call, rising from the chair as if being propelled by an explosive force, shoving his hands into his pocket.
• He turned to stare at her intently with inexplicable emotions, before strolling to the door but his steps faltered when a hard object slammed against his head.
• Furiously and slowly, he swirled to cast her a murderous glare. He moved his hands to the back of his head and brought it to his face to check then spat.
• "Next time you try this, I'm going to peel your skin off your body while you're still alive."
• "Do your worst, Ryan! Our child is suffering a seizure and you seize the keys to the car. How callous of you! Maybe you want her dead." Precious blurted.
• "You also want her dead!" Fredrick countered.
• Precious mouth dropped in shock. "What?" she said in a slur.
• "Well, if you had wanted her alive, you could have just dialed 911 but it was obvious you want her dead just like how I badly want her to be dead." he swallowed a lump down his throat.
• "Fredrick," precious called in a somber tone. "She's your child. How could you want her to be dead?"
• "I'm off to take Alex to the hospital, he's running some high temperature," he muttered with a hinge of emotions in his voice.
• Precious rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Alex is the child of your friend, while Alissa is our only daughter. Would you prefer an outsider child over ours?" Precious demanded with a laugh to cover her annoyance.
• "Precious you seem to be worrying yourself. This isn't the first time your cerebral palsy daughter have been suffering a seizure, yet she always scaled through. We could just do ourselves a great favor by ignoring her, if she scaled through this seizure and barely to be alive, then I will begin to be benevolent to you and her, but if she died then I will only divorce you." He ground the words out of his teeth, his face displaying an uncanny emotion.
• She heard him and then froze into blankness.
• How could a man like Fredrick be so ruthless in this way? God!
• 'Please my daughter must not die.' precious pleaded in her mind.
• When she looked up the door slammed against its hinges, unwilling to let go, she ran after him to plead but he drove out of the premises.
• Precious ran into the street to call for the attention of any passer-by when she knew it was mission impossible for her to see.
• This was an estate for wealthy people and they normalized relating with the people around them.
• Just as she was trying to cross the road, unmindful of her surroundings, a car rammed into her, causing her body to fly into the air.
• She felt her soul leaving her body. Even when she had tried to lift her limb, she couldn't feel the weight of it.
• With her foggy eyesight, she could still see a blurry image of a leg approaching her until she gave into darkness.