Onyx

Chapter 18: In Which She Becomes Ms. Moore Again (Onyx)

I uncomfortably shifted my weight in the noisy faux-leather seats in the conference room of Khalan's lawyer's office. Under scrutiny, I looked confident and calm, but I didn't truly feel that way. So, the usual façade.

I wore a form-fitting pantsuit, black-rimmed glasses, six-inch heels, and my locs were freshly retwisted. But inside? I was minutes away from a meltdown.

I was tuning out my lawyer as she rambled on about being clear that I wanted the house, my car, and useless words like alimony. To be honest, I didn't deserve any of it. I had tricked Khalan into signing those papers, and now I was trembling in my Louis Vuitton's. The divorce proceedings were moving quickly.

Too quickly.

I stood, walking towards the large picture window on the far wall of the expansive room. Folding my arms over my chest, I stared at the bustling cityscape. People were out enjoying their lives downtown while I was stuck in a stuffy conference room.

Don't act so shocked now, my subconscious sneered.

It had been exactly two weeks since our jealous lovemaking. Two weeks without any type of interaction. I had expected Khalan to be livid and reach out to me as soon as he got the call telling him how I had betrayed his trust in the worst way. But he'd done just the opposite. Was he really going to give up so easily this time?

"Onyx, are you even listening to me?" Vanessa, my lawyer, voice rose as she caught me spacing out again.

"Yeah, take him for all he's worth," I grumbled. How pathetic of me. I just had his dick down my throat. "Does that sum it up?"

I could admit I had a sour attitude this morning.

"I know you're upset Onyx. But if you want to back out of the proceedings you need to speak up sooner rather than later. In Georgia, it doesn't take long for a divorce to be finalized. If you realize that a little too late, the judge could deny the request at that point. It would be out of my hands." She sighed, a bit exasperated with me. I couldn't blame her. I was sick of my own indecisiveness.

Could I admit that I had made a mistake and decided rashly?

Maybe.

I needed to call Petrova; I could clearly imagine her facial expression as when I tell her what I'd done to dissolve my marriage. I chewed on my lip in frustration. Panic began to sink as the doorknob rattled. It felt as if the silk blouse was beginning to become tighter around my neck. I slipped back into the seat beside Vanessa.

My mouth was dry.

My face burned in embarrassment when Khalan and a short grumpy looking man followed behind him with documents in tow. He looked edible as usual in his tailored suit and smoothed back hair. I cast my eyes toward the vast oak table and mumbled a brief greeting.

Khalan and I exchanged no words as our lawyers began discussing things I could care about less. When our eyes would lock for more than a split second, he'd turn his head away feigning more interest in the discussion between the stocky old man and Vanessa.

"...is why Onyx should be able to keep the Salt Creek property in her name and the right to keep her own vehicle. Khalan has already established another residence in the city as well. On top of that, Khalan was the primary income source, which means spousal support is a given Mr. Sawyer." My lawyer's cool and calculated demeanor while discussing this was unnerving to say the least. I felt like some kind of gold digger. Our marriage had meant more than money and things I'd have no use for when I was dead.

"Khalan is prepared to continue to support his wife and will transfer the title of the vehicle into her name. However, he is not willing to give up the property that was shared between the two." Khalan tapped Mr. Sawyer's shoulder and whispered into his ear before he continued, "He would like to sell it and divide the profit equally among them."