I SEE YOU

PROLOGUE

"Honey I'm ho..." My words die down from the scene I'm met with at the door.
There's a giant suitcase blocking my way and I'm kind of confused, I don't remember Stella mentioning anything about a business trip today.

Speak of the devil, I watch as my wife of five months makes her way to me with a smile on her face. It seems she just exited our bedroom and there's more bags in her hands.

We have been together for two years, including the five months of marriage, and I find myself awed by her beauty each time I lay my eyes on her.

Stella is not the type of girl you expect to settle down with a girl like me, we are from two very different social classes and she's way out of my league.

She looks like a fallen Goddess with her long blonde hair, blue eyes and an hourglass figure. And then on the other hand you've got me, a plain Tom with violet eyes, an average face and shoulder length brunette hair.

The only thing I got going for me is my six feet height, which is not something you see everyday on a girl.

"Ash, I didn't think you'd be home so early." I shrug my shoulders and try to peck her cheek when she's close enough, I don't think too much of it when she successfully dodges my attempt.

"One of the ladies I took care of died so I was given the rest of the day off."

Working at a senior home, it's normal for a few people to die every month. It took me a while but I'm used to it now, though some of the deaths of the old folks I'm closer to affect me a bit more.

"That's sad." Stella's voice is remote as she says this, I look into her sharp blue eyes only a few seconds before diverting my gaze.

After all this time and I still struggle to maintain eye contact, and I know this annoys her but I can't really help it.

My autism makes it hard for me to look into anyone's eyes for too long, and it's not that I'm shy or anything. I'm just really socially awkward and people who don't get this make their own assumptions. I mean, I got bullied a lot in highschool because of my autism.

It hurts that some people are so ignorant, just because I need a bit more attention and patience than your average person doesn't mean I'm less of a human.

I like things a particular way and there's nothing wrong with that. I can't stand crowds and loud noises make me really anxious, dark colors also disturb me. So yah, I'm not like most people and I'd like to think that makes me special if not different.

"Uhm! We need to talk." I nod my head with my eyes on the floor, I was looking forward to getting home and preparing a nice dinner for us. But I guess I can still do that after our talk, it seems like something serious from her tone of voice.

"There's no easy way to say this so I'll just break it to you. Remember those papers I made you sign before we got married??" I nod my head, she was wearing a sexy lingerie that day and I signed without asking any questions.

"Well, that contract clearly stated that I'd get to keep everything you own if we were to divorce." I frown in confusion and she lets out an annoyed sigh, and this time she starts speaking slowly the way she usually does sometimes.

I gotta admit that I hate when she does this, just because I'm not the sharpest tool in the box doesn't mean I'm particularly dumb or deaf. But I'm not trying to pick a fight so I just keep shut and listen attentively to her.

"I'm divorcing you, so I'll be taking everything. That two million inheritance your parents left you, your savings and the beach house are now all mine. And since I'm so nice and considerate, I'll let you keep this apartment since I'll be moving away anyway. I just need you to sign these divorce papers and I'll be out of your hair."

She shoves the papers in my hand, and like the dummy that I am. I sign without even thinking.

Stella smiles widely and plants a light peck on my cheek while I stay immobile in my spot, my mind is having a hard time making sense of what is happening right now.

"Well Ash, it has been a worthy two years with you. This reward I just got for keeping up with your boring ass for so long means a lot to me, I'm sure you'll get back on your feet in no time. And next time, try not to be with someone this out of your league because you will be terribly exploited. Your lucky I didn't leave you out on the streets. Adios."

With these parting words, she rolls her stuff out the door and I watch her walk away with wide eyes and parted lips.

I stay like this for what feels like hours as it finally starts to settle in my thick skull. Stella left me, and she took all my assets with her.

This two bedroom apartment is all I'm left with, and I just let her walk away without so much as a single protest.

I make my way to the closest chair and drop on it, I think I'm going to throw up. I mean, I thought Stella loved me or at least cared.

But she clearly never felt for me, all she wanted was my money. And the funny thing is my sister warned me that this would happen, that girls like Stella don't...

Fuck! I thought I was just a loser who got lucky with a hot girl. But in reality, turns out I'm now a divorced thirty three year old loser with only an apartment to their name.

What the hell am I supposed to do now??