My Ex Want To Marry Again

Part - VI

4rd Nov, 2023
17:35

Sasuke was furious. His pounding hangover didn't help. Three months. It had been three fucking months since he had served Naruto with the divorce papers, and he still had not received the finalized documents. They had finalized the financial matters. And that had been just wonderful, with Gaara showing up by himself saying Naruto was too fucking busy to bother to come. And then thrown Sasuke's money back in his face. Again. So the business matters were settled, their bank accounts and assets separated. But the divorce was still not final.

It didn't help that Naruto had retained Gaara of all people to represent him. Gaara had proven that he was still completely impossible to intimidate on any level. The man just raised a hairless eyebrow at the most extreme death glares or threats that Sasuke threw his way. Even when Sasuke had barged into Gaara's office and completely exploded demanding to meet with Naruto to finalize the divorce settlements, Gaara had just told him that public intoxication was against the law, and if he appeared in his office in such a condition again he would have Sasuke arrested. Sasuke hadn't been drunk. Not really. The cold fury that the redhead had shown him had seemed strange. Lawyers shouldn't be that emotionally invested in their cases, even if they were representing their friends. He didn't understand it. And where the hell had Naruto disappeared to anyway? He wasn't anywhere. Sasuke had made a point to go to all the public places they had frequented together. He would go to the clubs, the restaurants, the gym. And if he didn't bring a date with him, he made damn sure he left with one before the night was over. The tabloids had a field day with pictures of him with his various lovers and his very overt (and often intoxicated) displays of affection And dammit he wanted to see Naruto's reaction. He wanted to see Naruto hurting. Or at least humiliated. Something. It wasn't that he missed the blond, missed just breathing the same air and existing in the same place. Of course not. He simply wanted to see that his plan to make the man suffer was working. Instead, it was as though Naruto had just walked out of their house and into another dimension. None of their friends knew where he was (or at least they claimed not to know... Sasuke still wasn't sure he believed them). Sasuke had even hired someone to try to track him down, but the man had come up empty. Gaara had full access to Naruto's financial accounts, and was evidently sending his friend money through his own channels. There were no travel records, no financial trails, no e-mail or phone records. When Sasuke had tried to access Gaara's activities to trace Naruto that way, he had found himself buried under a stack of legal injunctions and restraining orders that had left Shikamaru drowning in paper for the past month. Fucking Gaara.

He wasn't trying to find Naruto for himself. Definitely not. It was their business that was suffering. They were still riding out some of the business development ideas that Naruto had set in motion before he had left, but there was nothing new in the pipeline. Naruto had been the creative force for the company, always coming up with the new ideas to try and knowing just how to market them. Everything was falling apart. Sasuke reeled. He had wanted Naruto out of his personal life. But not out of his entire existence. In Sasuke's fantasy, Naruto would be on the sidelines, pining for him and regretting his mistake. He wouldn't take him back, of course. But Naruto would still be there. He just couldn't imagine a world where Naruto wasn't near him, in some way, even if it was as an enemy. He couldn't just be gone.

Sasuke left the office early. There was no point in pretending that he was going to get more work done today. After two months of one night stands with both women and men, Sasuke had come to the realization that it didn't matter what the gender was of the person he was fucking. He had thought at least the casual sex would fill the void of physical contact that Naruto had left. Naruto had always been a very affectionate person, even outside of sex, and the small touches and hugs Naruto had 'forced' on Sasuke all the time had made Sasuke feel human. He had never admitted it, but in a way they had been even more important to him than sex. And he missed the contact now. But he had no desire to show such a weakness to his friends or colleagues. No desire to let someone else get emotionally close enough to fill that void and potentially hurt him again. So he had sought contact out with strangers instead. But none of it worked. They were all the same. He had always hated his fangirls, who knew nothing about who he really was but liked him only for his looks, image and money. Any hint of 'bad behavior' on his part was overlooked or swept away, its existence ignored. Because why try to understand the faults of a fantasy? They had no interest in who he really was.

The only one who had taken the time to break through his walls and understand who he was at his core was Naruto. And Naruto had not ignored Sasuke's faults. A small smile ghosted across his lips as he recalled the number of times Naruto had outright tackled him after he had said something condescending or cruel. No, Naruto had not overlooked his faults. But he had taken the time to understand them, accept them, and even help him reduce them, to a certain extent. When he had had sex with Naruto, he knew that Naruto was thinking of him, of all of him. Accepting him with all his faults, not just what he looked like or how much money he had. Naruto had embraced Sasuke as a person, the light and the dark sides of him. At least, that is what he had thought until three months ago. But everyone else was just fucking an image, an idea, not him as a person. And Sasuke was tired of that. It just made him feel worse, and more alone. He'd given up going out to the clubs, and had just kept his home bar stocked instead. At least alcohol dulled his brain enough that he didn't keep obsessing about it. At least that was what he told himself.

"No." He picked up the bottle of bourbon and threw it across the room, watching it smash against the wall of his study and the red liquid splash over the floor.

This isn't how things are supposed to be. I need to hurt him. I need to SEE him suffer. I can't be the only one feeling like this. He can't just disappear and start over. He can't just be... gone.

It was late. He was drunk. But there was only one place he could think to go. And he knew that even though it was past visiting hours, they would let him in. He called his driver.

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TBC..

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Cr: NaruLove11
Dt - 04/11/2023 - 17:35
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