Hades

Tick Tick

The clock on the desk has decided to get on my nerves today. Fuck! Can’t I swap it for an hourglass? At least it should have been silent…

Silence

Instead of an element, it now seemed as a part of me. A muddled part of me that welcomed me with open arms for the past two years.

Two years

It has been fucking two years since I have been looking for my flower, my wife.  As I swirled the whiskey in my hand, I spiraled back to the past. Whoever said it was no use crying over spilled milk needs to die via my gun.

The color of the liquor reminded me of the hazel orbs of my flower. But doesn’t everything in the world remind me of her?! I sighed as I let the whiskey burn my throat, and a humorless chuckle escaped my lips.

If she had been here, then I know I know the expression on her face. That of utter disgust.

Disgust

The same way I feel about myself whenever I look in the mirror. I know, love; I ruined the life we built with my own hands. And I hope you will forgive me someday.

The day I divorced her, my missing piece…

“I need the papers immediately.”

I barked at my family lawyer for the hundredth time as he tried convincing me to rethink my decision. He knew us personally and most likely couldn’t believe the fact that I wanted to divorce my perfect wife.

“Sir…”

“Either you do it, or I can easily swap you for someone.”

My words were enough to shut him down as I cut the call.

“It will all be fine, I know it must be hard…”

“Don’t!”

I cut my mother. I didn’t need her pity. I could deal with it myself.

“You should leave, mother. I would like to deal with my wife on my own.”

I said as my mother nodded her head as she left me alone in the room.

“Why wasn’t I enough?”

I whispered as rage burned through me. My vision has tints of red in it. I was furious, not just with my wife but also with myself over my utter faith in her. The late-night outings, meetings, and laughter. Those sleepovers at her friend's place, whose name I never fucking asked. How could you have been so foolish?

The reports in my hands proved it all. Justified the illicit relationship between Ethan and her. The doctors could lie, but not the reports. She was fucking pregnant with Ethan’s child. Thus, the vomiting and fatigue occurred before she even eliminated his child. Such a vile creature…

I sat there for god knows how long before I was rational enough. Though she had hurt me, I still couldn’t bring myself to hurt her. She was still my flower to me…

I took a deep breath as I walked towards my study, only to see the divorce papers placed on the desk. If only I had listened to my mother earlier. 

As I sat there, on my chair facing the door, I could hear the creak of the wooden stairs, and the subtle sound was an easy giveaway that it was my wife. 

Fuck! The effect she had on me, even after everything.

She entered the room without knocking.

"Honey."

My wife started in a meek tone, and the way she was looking down, I was very well aware that she had tears in her eyes. But then reality hit me. It was all an act.

Suddenly, my mood changed.

"Don't honey me, you filthy woman. Just sign these divorce papers and take whatever you want and get out of my estate.", I said while I internally flinched at my tone. Too harsh.

Now is not the time!

She looked up. The tears were still present but were now marred by the sudden shock. Yes, I got to know your little dirty secret.

“What?”

"I think you heard me loud and clear. I don't like repeating myself, you gold digger.", I said in anger.

"But why? What hav-ve I done wrong?" she asked in a broken tone.

I got up from my seat and made my way to her.

I gripped her arm, not enough to hurt but enough to give away that I was fucking serious

"Yes, you slut, I need a divorce from you. You cheated on me."

"What? I never cheated on you."

She stated, and a part of me wanted to believe her.

"I don't care. Just. Sign. These. Papers.", I said through gritted teeth, pointing towards the paper on the desk.

"You can take whatever you want as compensation." 

I told her as she looked at me as if I had grown two heads. A pleading look crossed her face, but I wasn’t backing down, not today. Maybe it was the look on my face or the filth in her heart. But her face tightened.

"Nothing. I want nothing from you."

Then she looked into my eyes and softly said, "The day when realization hits you, you will regret everything, but it will be too late. Goodbye Hades"

Three months… it took three months for me to find that those reports were a part of a medical racket. A way of extortion in the name of high society. My flower was innocent in all this. Yet I let her go. 

As I continued drowning in self-pity, my cell rang.

"Sir, we have found her whereabouts."

I smiled to myself. Fucking finally!

I am coming for you, my flower.

I will have you back in my life, my Rose.