Chasing My Divorced Ex Wife

ANA"What happened to you Ana? Where on earth did you go to?" Naomi asked with concern the minute I walked towards the entrance.

She'd been waiting for me at the entrance door like a mother whose child was yet to return from an errand.

Unable to speak or react to my surroundings, I walked past her straight to my room and broke into tears the moment I closed the door behind me.

The numbness spread to my legs and I released myself onto the cold floor, doing the only thing that I knew how to do best - cry.

"What's going on Ana, you need to speak to me," Naomi called from the other side of the door as she pounded gently on it.

She knew that I was having issues with Quinn but she was clueless as to where I went to and why I had come back home looking more downcast than I had left the house.

It all seemed like a bad joke.

Quinn had always despised me and I had taken all his attitudes with a smile but what I couldn't understand was why he wanted to get a divorce when I didn't do anything wrong.

Naomi gave up on knocking at my door and walked away when she saw that I wasn't going to open the door or reply to her.

After some minutes of crying, I wiped my tears and lay motionless in the room, thoughts of the few happy moments I had with Quinn replaying in my mind and fresh tears stung my eyes.

All these years I'd been asking what I did wrong, what about me changed so much that made him hate me this much but I just discovered that I wasn't the problem. I was only a side piece he used to bear the loss of his main chick.

A loud knock on the door disrupted my thoughts.

It was nothing like Naomi's gentle knocks and soft persuasion, it was more like an angry knock.

Just when I pushed myself up, the voice sounded from the other side of the door and it was nothing like that of the man I married three years ago.

"Why does she take so much time to open the door? She still thinks this is her house?" Quinn queried.

"Don't be too hard on her dear, maybe she needs some time alone to process the change and gather her belongings to move out." Veronica's voice chipped but there was something about her voice that enraged me.

She spoke and carried herself like she was the big one as she tried to calm Quinn down but I heard the sneer in her voice. I could hear the mockery she relayed to me through her words.

"Well I don't have such free time to give her." Quinn barked and resumed knocking relentlessly on the door.

How could he bring his lover to the house after humiliating me in front of her at the office?

He wanted to see me break.

I quickly wiped off any tears that were on my cheeks and unlocked the door.

The first thing I saw when I swung the door open was Veronica's hand, rubbing Quinn's chest and their gaze locked into each other's.

In my three years of marriage to Quinn, I've never seen him look at me in such a tender manner.

I shifted my gaze immediately and walked into the room but Quinn's voice followed me inside.

"Are you done packing your things? Veronica needs space to put her things."

I turned at his words and that was when my eyes caught the big bag that sat beside Veronica.

She was moving in the same day I was moving out?!

Not only did he humiliate me in front of her, he brought her to the house to watch me leave.

That was the last straw to break the camel's back and for the first time in three years, I didn't feel the need to answer my husband's humiliating questions.

I walked to the bed and picked up the envelope that held the divorce papers, took a pen from the drawer underneath my dressing table and signed the paper.

I picked up my already arranged box-most of my clothes were in my box-only my stay-at-home clothes were in the wardrobe and I could do without them. I could do without my makeup on the dressing table as well.

Walking towards Quinn and his mistress, I handed him the divorce papers and walked out of the room. I caught Veronica's expression and she was struggling to hide a snort.

I didn't care what she or anyone else thought about me anymore. I'd had enough for one day and three years.

As I walked down the stairs, I could hear the murmurs of the staff and I could see part of their faces peeping through the doors and I didn't fight it.

They could talk all they wanted, I didn't care anymore.

I was sure that the murmurs were what drew Naomi's attention as she came running towards me.

"Where are you going ma'am? Are you going on a trip?" Worry masked her face as she asked.

I knew that she knew what was going on but just didn't want to admit it so I cast her a cold glance.

"It's over Naomi, this marriage is over," I announced shamelessly and the staff gasped at my unfiltered words.

"So what? Do you want to walk out on your marriage now? After all, you've endured?" Naomi countered but I wasn't in the mood to drag words with her.

"Was this even a marriage from the beginning? I don't even know what this is." I found myself laughing as I spoke.

"Goodbye Naomi and thank you for your service." I finished and continued out of the house, leaving the woman staring at me helplessly.

Once I got out of the house, the driver made to open the car door for me but I stopped him with a wave of my hand.

"Don't worry, I'll take a cab." He nodded at my words and stepped aside without asking me any questions.

I slipped into the cab and shut the door beside me.

The further we moved away from the mansion, the more the weight of my new reality dawned on me.

I was no longer Mrs. Winfrey, but Anastasia. Just Anastasia.