Rapacious Lover

Chapter 27: An Alternative

(Due to many complaints about how the ending wasn't the one and other ishh ...... I have written a very short alternative. Therefore, if you didn't like the original end and rather something else proceed. However, if you were content with the ending, then don't read this chapter. The book is over. This chapter doesn't exist to you.)

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[Kalani]

Gingerly, he stared at the stack of papers on the desk in front of him. "What's this?" He asked with genuine confusion.

I raised an eyebrow. The contents of the papers were printed bold at the top of the front cover. "Divorce papers." I answered, a bit scared of how he was going to react. Although he said yes to a divorce months ago, he's Gio. His minds changed faster than a tiger changing its prey.

It was now his turn to furrow his eyebrows in uncertainty. "Who's getting a divorce?" He questioned, again balantly ignoring the words on the page.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Me and you, you and I. Giovanni and Kayani." I mocked.

He looked up from the papers and captured my eyes with his. They looked cold and emotionless. "What made you get that idea in your head?"

I pouted. Of course this was going to happen. "I asked you of we could get a divorce and you said yes." I recalled to him.

His lips pursed. "I don't remember that conversation." He said, pushing the file away from him.

I gasped. "Gio it was a fe-"

His jaw clenched, looking at me with anger. "Did you tell me after I took my meds?"  He interjected.

I groaned in fustration. I should have known this was too good to be true. "Why do you think I went to France for the past four months?" I questioned, hands to  my hip. There's no way I'm going to back down, he promised he would sign these stupid papers.

He leaned bsck on his chaor and folded his srmd scrods hos chest  looking at me intensely. "For a holiday and to help Gigi move. " He answered.

I kissed my teeth. This is one of the many reasons to leave him, he never listens to me. "No I'm moving to France with them." I snapped.

He kept his eyes trained on me for about five minutes, silently, before he began laughing. A belly churning laugh. "Over my dead fucking body Kalani." He growled, making me jump. How the he'll does he do that  "You'll have a better chance of seeing God and the Devil sopping mojitos in hell than me signing those papers." He held onto the neatly stacked paper and lit then up with a lighter from his knows where. I watched angrily as he threw it in the small trash bin next to his desk to continue to burn. "I've told you many times, you're not fucking leaving me." He hissed.

Slowly he stood up and made his way over to me, towering over ny frame. "What are you doing?" I questioned panicked as he stroked my hair.

He pushed my chin up to look at him. "How much years have you know me?" He asked in a scarily calm voice- opposite of what it was seconds ago.

I tried to back away from him but he only folowed my movement t9 my frustration. "Why?" I asked.

"Answer the question Kayani." He demanded

I cleared my throat, thibking the years. "It has been just over 15 years." I responded.

"How much years have we been together?" He continued to question.