Impenetrable Annulment | a.a

02.

"And here I thought you were the one to leave me speechless." He grinned, showing all his teeth.

Images of Angelo instantly flashed through my head.

"Why are you here?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Well I missed you too, love." He said, chuckling at my instant surprise.

"I'm serious, Simon. What are you doing here?" I snapped, blocking the doorway.

"Can't I visit my wife?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ex-wife." I corrected.

"Whatever you want to call yourself," He rolled his eyes, "Plus, I was serious about missing you."

"You can't just show up, out of the blue, after four years. You're up to something." I said coldly.

There stood the man I called my husband. The same man who divorced me and pursued the family life with his already existing daughter and Ex-wife.

Simon Christopher Konecki, the 'oh so successful' businessman. The man I fell head over heels for. The man that ruined me.

"Like I said, I missed you. Plus, things with Clary didn't exactly work out a-"

"And you decided to come running back to me, thinking I'd be willing to forget everything?" I scoffed, interrupting him.

"Well, aren't you?" He asked.

"You're not as manipulative in the real world as you are in the business world, you know? It's pretty surprising." I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Oh come on, love. I made a mistake." He shrugged, taking a step closer.

"Don't you dare step foot in my house." I warned him, placing my hand on his chest.

As I did so, a warmth was sent throughout my body.

"Speaking of, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself." He smirked.

"Surprised are we? You know me, Simon. I'm not dependant. I work for what I want." I stated.

"Something I've always admired." He agreed.

"Are we done here?" I sighed.

His eyes were focused on something over my shoulder.

As my gaze followed his, I was met with the beautiful eyes of my son.

"Mumma?" He asked, peering round the bend of the stairs.

"Go back upstairs, gorgeous. Mummy will be up in two ticks." I smiled slightly.

Nodding, Angelo turned, walking back upstairs.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with a family of my own." Simon snapped.

"Oh don't even start." I sighed.

"When were you planning on telling me? If ever." He questioned with a stern look.

"Who says he's yours?" I snapped instantly.

"Oh come on-"

"No. What's to say I'm not happily married? That I'm not with someone. He could just as easily be anyone else's, Simon!" I shouted.

He looked defeated.

"What? Did you expect me to wait around for you? Envision me running into your arms the moment I saw you? Get your head out of the clouds and remember who the fuck divorced who." I snapped, slamming the door shut.

I groaned in frustration, planting my head in my hands.

Instantly, little hands began to play with my hair.