Doubts - Regretful ex-Fiancé

Chapter 7 | ✓

Someone was knocking on my door. I hoped it wouldn't be any of the brothers. Just thinking about it made me angry. I was tired of their behavior for so many reasons. Since last week, I have been getting all sorts of messages, calls, and audio from all four of them. I decided to ignore them and quickly blocked all their numbers.

Jonathan came by about three times during the week, but my nurse, Mrs. Ruth, sent him away each time. I was pretty sure she could handle him in a fight. Maybe next time, he would annoy her enough to make it happen.

This morning, I got a letter from him. The courier politely asked if he could wait while I read it so he could take my reply back. I thanked him but declined. He seemed very let down. The letter had "URGENT" written in bright red. That alone made me lose interest. I had nothing important to discuss with Jonathan, so I tossed the letter into the toilet, letting it go down with all the trivial things in life. What a relief.

Now, I'm feeling annoyed by a light knock. I peek through the peephole and see a man standing outside. I carefully open the door. The sight before me leaves me speechless. A serious-looking stranger stands in front of me. Is he at the right place? He appears to be a middle-aged man, dressed as if he's modeling high-end suits.

He introduces himself as a lawyer from a well-regarded firm hired to represent me, thanks to Jonathan. The lawyer looks so polished and out of place that I can't help but stare at him in shock. He reminds me of a character from the show Suits. I decide to invite him inside, and he takes a seat in my living room, leaning against the pink pillows I just added to my couch. He is very polite, calling me madam, and asks if I have any immediate needs or requests he can help with right away.

He said he could place an order right away for any services or products I might need for my comfort or safety. Honestly, I was taken aback when I heard this, wondering if I had made the right choice by letting him into my apartment. At first, I was just curious because he reminded me of someone's grandfather. I had no desire to engage or accept anything from that family.

Before I could ask him to leave, he insisted on showing me his credentials and even video-called some of his partners, who were lawyers and appeared very professional on the screen, confirming their credibility and willingness to assist me throughout the process. I had just one question for them. What process are you referring to, guys?! They explained that the man in my apartment, Mr. Robert White, was there to help me with the prosecution of Samuel and Jonathan Coleman.

I stared at them as if they were completely out of their minds. Who sends lawyers to assist with their own prosecution?! Ugh! I felt sick...

Mr. White ended the call and began outlining my options for the case. This included pursuing charges for assault, defamation, and illegal eviction. He mentioned that I might have enough evidence to claim something called Common Law Marriage, which could allow me to ask for a significant amount of money.

I was feeling dizzy and overwhelmed by the situation. The brothers were both on board with the prosecution because they wanted to express how truly sorry they were for what they had done. Jonathan would cover all the costs, and he wanted me to know that he would always take care of me.

He also suggested that I return to the apartment we used to live in together. He argued that my current place was very unsafe, with people able to come and go freely. He believed it was wrong to ask me to leave since I had chosen that apartment, and it should rightfully be in my name. Some documents were already prepared, and Mr. White wanted me to read them carefully before signing. Am I losing my mind? Did I bump my head without knowing?

The lawyer didn't seem like an actor and kept a serious expression while discussing all my options. He sincerely apologized for the unfair treatment I had received. He had more to say. Jonathan asked if I had any serious injuries and if I would be willing to see a top specialist to check my wounds. He also asked me to provide the names and locations of those who hurt me and to mention if anyone else had been unkind to me since our... separation. Mr. White coughed slightly at that last word, unsure if it was wise to acknowledge the situation.

Hold on a moment. The final and most surprising offer was about to be revealed. Jonathan was curious about my sister Lilian. He wanted to check if I had any intention of getting involved in her situation. I could only look at the poor lawyer, speechless. Honestly, I didn't know how to respond. The Coleman brothers must be out of their minds. What should I do? I should accept everything they propose to see their reaction. It would be fitting if I just took everything they had!

Fortunately for them, I wasn't going to dive into this mess with them. I may not be extremely wealthy, but I have enough for myself. I cleared my throat to get Mr. Write's attention, and he raised a hand, signaling me to wait.

"I think you might be ready to reject everything that was proposed. However, I recommend that you read the documents and think about what is best for you. It's not wise to make a decision without taking some time to reflect. I will leave the documents with you, so please review them. Also," he pauses, standing up, "I need to give you some important items. Just a moment." He opens the door, and a man is waiting outside with several items, including my coffee machine. I quickly get up to grab it, holding it close and feeling joyful to have it back with me.

I might seem a bit odd for loving my coffee machine, but it was the first thing I bought just for me with my own hard-earned money. I didn't get it by doing anything wrong; I bought it with my first paycheck and even kept it hidden from my mom so she wouldn't sell it. This machine has been with me for a long time. Even though it's old and worn, it's still mine. It reminds me that I can succeed through hard work.

Maybe I really am the odd lady with the coffee machine. So what? Mr. White says his goodbyes, even bowing over my hand in respect. After that, I was left alone with the papers, my engagement ring, my watch, my coffee machine, and nearly ten boxes whose contents I didn't even know.

I let out a sigh and choose to brew a cup of coffee while I reflect on this whole new, wild situation.