Beyond The Scars (Rewriting As FINDING HER PACK)

Chapter 7

I logged in one of the hotels I trusted in town. With what is going on, the paparazzi is likely to blow up and everyone will want to have a piece from me and I am not in the mood for that so I need the best security Besides not wanting to face Daniel and breath the same air as he did, the paparazzi was the reason why I moved out late at night, that way no one would spot me.

Last night I had cried myself to sleep. I felt like there was a rat placed right on my chest and a metal bucket has been put over it so that it had no way else to go but dig through my chest and find a way to my heart, threatening to leave me in shred. I shouldn't allow this, but it was way beyond my control. Today I woke up with the mother of all headaches. I would have ordered breakfast but I had no appetite at all, I would have taken a bath like I usually do but I had no will at all. The only thing I did was call my lawyers and seat on the couch with a glass of gin in my hand and the bottle on the table waiting for my lawyers to come in.

An hour later a knock came by and it was obvious who it was so I opened up and let the three men in. We did all the formalities and settled down. I narrated everything as they take down the information.

'So what are you going to walk away with?' Mr. Jaraz asked

'My portion, everything that is rightfully mine,'

'That means 50% of the company and 50% of every private property,' he informed and I nodded. I wasn't going to be one of those naive wives who would walk away from the marriage with nothing in the name of proving that they aren't gold diggers and they were with their husband because they loved them and not because of their money. I was going to claim what is rightfully mine. It's not like he builds the empire on his own, I was there from the very start, the first brick that was layered, the laid it together. He might have been the one who did the designs but I was the one who made the deals with his suppliers and customers, I was the one who did his major deals and I was the center of attraction for his business and most of the investment he did in his private property, I had influenced him to. So if you ask me, I deserved more than 50%.

'That will be easy to claim and if he doesn't agree with it, we got the upper hand. Not knowing if you want to claim more than that because it is possible,'

'How so?'

'You can sue his baby mama for having an affair with your husband when she knew very well that he is married and based on what you have said, your husband is concerned about his child and the mother so he will give you whatever it takes to prevent his baby mama to go to jail and that will be about 5% of his private property and you can sue him again for his infidelity and it will take at least 10%-15% of everything,'

For a moment I considered the idea, I will be richer but then again I remembered that I had forgiven him, this divorce wasn't triggered by his infidelity but by something else so I thought I should decline the idea.

'No 50% will be enough,'

We wrapped up everything and he informed me that the papers will be ready in three days earliest and I was satisfied with that, the sooner I got over with this divorce the sooner I will get over it and move on with my life.

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I did not expect him to oppose my conditions but of course, that selfish bastard did. He offered 20% shares and I wasn't going to have it. If he thinks I was going to cave, he thought wrong. As the divorce dragged, it had already gotten to the media and it was going crazy about the issue. From social media, the tabloid, the internet, everywhere. Journalists have been blowing up my phone back to back and I had to turn off my phone and use the hotel landline to communicate with my lawyers. In the eyes of the media, I was the villain who didn't want his husband to take care of his child, I was the bitter wife who couldn't accept the fact that I couldn't give my husband an heir, I was the gold digger who wanted to walk away with something that I didn't work for and Daniel had decided to pin the whole thing on me and tint my name black. I had to take down my Instagram account, my twitter, Pinterest because the heat rising from there was too much. A lot of people must have been waiting for my downfall. What happens when people think you are housewife just enjoying his husband's hard work. The envy and jealous will be on another level. Bloody low life people who got no ambitions in their lives-that is if they got a life to begin with.

It took my lawyers to threaten to sue him and his baby mama for him to agree to my conditions without taking it to court and finally the divorce was settled, I was a free woman again, I was no longer a Kuala but a Cheboi again and I didn't want anything to do with Daniel and his company and I sold my share to him. It was hard to convince him to buy but if he wasn't going to buy them, I was going to sell them to one of his competitors so I left him with no choice but to buy them no matter how financial straining it was for him-well he was still going to benefit from it that is if he handles his company well without me in the picture. 

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