Consilium (Lawyer Kylo Ren x Reader)

Chapter 3

Your POV:

"Served? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Orson growled, his mouth twitching downwards slightly as he snatched the papers from Rey.

You tried to swallow down the ball that was forming in the back of your throat, tried to stop your legs from shaking ever so slightly, from carrying you bolting out of this house and miles down the road - running away from the problem you had created.

No. You hadn't created this problem. He had. And now it was his time, as always, to play the victim. Practice had turned him into an expert and you watched nervously as he opened the envelope to read the papers. Rey looked like she was ready to turn and leave but Krennic stopped her with a hand up, "Wait."

"Yes, Mr. Krennic?"

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes?" she replied, looking a little confused. Rey's eyes darted to yours and she raised an eyebrow. You shook your head in response. As awful as the fallout would be, it'd be worse if you didn't stay and face it. You were pretty sure he'd have the locks changed the second you left and kick you out - not that you had a lot of stuff anyway.

"Actually, you can leave. I have to talk to my wife in private," Krennic snapped, practically spitting out the word 'wife', eyes scanning the pages. "Now."

Rey narrowed her eyes slightly, looking like she was about to say something but deciding against it. "If you need anything-" she started, reaching out as if to touch you, but Krennic slammed the door in her face before she could get the rest of the words out. Now it was just you and him.

***

The second the door closed, your fight or flight kicked in again and you thanked whatever forces were at work that at least Orson hadn't drank tonight. He whirled around to face you, his features starting to tinge pink. You were pretty sure if someone's blood could actually boil, it was Orson's.

"You're fucking divorcing me ? After everything I've given you?" he began, stalking towards you as you began to back up.

"You know I don't have to sign these right? I can keep you here. Forever. You good for nothing shit - you really think-" he yelled, your back hitting a wall. A single word blared in your mind: trapped .

"God, if you even knew the effort it takes to be with you. How much it takes out of me to know you'd have nothing without me. Who do you think you are?" he continued, tears starting to fall down your cheeks, your back sliding down the wall.

"I mean- how did you even find a lawyer? Sneaking around when I've been nothing but good to you- fucking providing day in and day out. You're exhausting - if anyone deserves to leave this toxic shit hole it's me ," he finished, as your knees hit the floor and you crumpled down, hiding your face in shame as you sobbed.

***

You slept on the couch that night. That is, whenever you could find it in you to actually sleep between the self-loathing thoughts, the half-assed affirmations and the very real fear of having nowhere to go.

You entertained the idea of calling Ren that night, simply because you didn't have anyone else - maybe if anything you could call your friend, but for some reason that didn't feel as good as the possibility of hearing Ren's low, soothing voice on the other line.

And how pathetic was that, really? Only having your lawyer to comfort you?

In the end, you chose not to call.