Work Out || Florian Munteanu x OC story

Chapter 8

Tuesday: (3 weeks later)

It had been some time but I finally managed to get through my classes; just needed to take my biology final to officially finish class. And speaking of one ending, the day I'd been longing for had finally come. The day I would finally be free. Mostly of my burdens; my insecurities, my sorrows and the never ending pain in my ass.

As I looked in the mirror to finally put the final touches on my outfit, I felt more confident than I ever have. This year really showed my strengths and weaknesses, and how I want to grow further into my life as an independent woman.

"Soon as I get home, I'll make it up to you, baby I'll do what I gotta do." Using the bathroom acoustics to my advantage, I centered myself singing that verse as a reminder of the happiness I currently had, which immediately put me in a positive mindset. The pinstripe, black and white jumpsuit, made a statement more than anything. It was saying "I may be short but I'm fashionable."

"Florian! You getting ready yet babe?" Finishing my last curl, I fluffed it all out and decided to pull it into a low curly ponytail.

"Almost draga. All I'm wearing is a nice black dress shirt, slacks and those dress shoes you bought me for my birthday."

Taking a glance at him, with a wolf whistle in tow, I was impressed. "Damn baby, you look good as hell."

"Oh stop, I only look good when I'm next to you."

"Boy, you do that on your own." Applying my red lipstick, I winked at my reflection ready to turn heads and drop jaws.

"Ready to be free of his bullshit?" He offers his hand to me to hold, and I took it with pride.

"Baby, was born ready."

The whole process was very tedious. It took a full year for this settlement to go through with the constant changes of his demands; my demands, who's going to get what at the end of it all and how much money each of us get. Luckily have a great lawyers and support system with me, that kept me level headed through all of this. My dad knew how much of a gutter rat Jake could be, so he took over my case with open arms.

Jake's lawyer was a high siddity blonde with a bad nose job. Needless to say she was one of the best according to my dad, because he's heard that a few of his associates have trials against her. Georgia Augustine was her name, making men break character was her game. All I know is Mandy recommended her to him and we all know how that went down. Just sitting across from him made my stomach churn in disgust, with his dumbass face of his. With Florian by my side, I knew I was going to be ok and yet I had an inkling that Jake would try something.

"Now Miss Shaw, is it?" Georgia began, pushing up her glasses, and gave me a look that was irritable. As if she wanted to leave my presence, as to say I was the one irritating her. "It seems as though my client has a few demands as to how this divorce should go."

"As does mine, Ms. Augustine." Once my father stepped in, it was go time and he meant business. "My client came into the marriage with her own income from her business, which accumulated sales on it's own. Your client asked her for support for a child that may not even be his."

The look on both of their faces was priceless. It seems that his lawyer didn't know about the little meeting we had a while back. How did my dad know that the baby Mandy had wasn't Jake's? Lets just say I have eyes and ears in high and low places. To the point where anything that goes on in the WWE, I will be informed one way or another even though I don't work there anymore.

"As that is legible, my client doesn't understand why he was in the wrong for asking her alimony to help raise the child. Regardless if the child is his or not." Georgia was not backing down from the given statement and it made my stomach churn.