Chapter 75 GABRIEL (continued...)
The next morning:
I seemed to have been in a comatose. The nights of not sleeping in Sophiaâs hometown because she couldnât sleep, and then coming back and working away my nights had finally caught up to me.
I donât know for how long I slept, but it was definitely the most intense sleep I had had in a very long time.
I woke up to my phone buzzing next to me, For the first time, how much time it was and how quick I needed to get to work werenât the first things on my mind.
âHello?â I press the phone to my ears without looking at the caller ID.
âGabriel,â There was a breathy whisper on the other end. âItâs me. Lilyâ
âLily.â I repeated after her, a little dumbstruck and foggy. âHiâ
âHey,â
My mind cleared, and suddenly, all the sleep disappeared. I rolled over to the other side of the bed, Sophiaâs room and her paintings coming into my view.
âLily,â I greeted again, clearing my throat. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing. Um. There was another question in my mind that I couldnât get myself to ask last evening.â
I shut my eyes, putting my hand through my hair. I would be frustrated if I wasnât in a situation of my own making. Scratch that. I was still frustrated. âHm?â
âDid you ever love me?â
âIn my own ways. I did, Lily.â
âAnd if it wasnât for Sophia, do you think we would have a chance?â
âI donât know.â I tell her, truthfully. I donât mention how I had bought a ring and if I wouldâve proposed, I wouldâve loyal to her till she left me herself. But to be trapped in a marriage like that, so loveless and dry, it scared me after all with Sophia. âLook, I donât think we should be talking. It isnât fair to my wife.â
I could hear a sniff from the other end.
âI gave you the closure you deserved, Lily. You should move on!
âOkay,â she breathes. âGoodbye, Gabriel,â
âGoodbye.â
I disconnect the phone, toss it aside, and contemplate between going back to sleep or getting my a*s off and going to work. In the end, I decided the former. I took a quick run to one of my manufacturing work places to check on the process of my upcoming London deal, and then went to my grandfather.
My grandmother was still with Sophia in her hometown, and I wanted to check on Alister, how he was taking the news of his cancer. If it weighed down on me, I was sure it did on him too. There were also a few documents I needed signatures on.
1/3 Chapter 75 âGabriel. Son.â He greeted me with a smile when I found him sitting by his outdoor pool.
âYouâre not at work.â I eyed his loose shirt and shorts, and the drink he was sipping, which didnât look anything like his regular black coffee, and looked a whole lot like a c*cktail.
âOf course Iâm not. His smile was so wide, it was nauseating. âI have retired.
âAre you having an existential crisis?â I ask, taking the chair opposite to him. âLet me know if you are so that I can call the shrink.
He frowns. âI spent all my life working and building the empire we have today. Now that itâs in your hands, I can finally enjoy the remainder of my life.â
Youâre drinking early in the evening by the pool. We need to revisit your definition of enjoying your life,â I taunt.
âAlways a grump.â He rolls his eyes.
âLearnt it from the best.â
âI called you last night to invite you to my pool day. Your phone was switched off. Your loss.â
âIt was? My eyes narrow and my hands reflexively reach my pocket to remove my phone. âNo, no missed calls.â I unlock it, and notice that there is no password to the phone. Weird. I always had the default lock and home screen so that remained the same, but everything inside was different. There were no apps, no photos, and no contacts.
Is everything okay?â Alister asked.
âMy phone... it isnât mine. I reply in an unsure voice, âDid it format itself last night or...?â
D*mn me for having an impersonal phone and changing models every few months. The phone looked new just like every other new phone did, but it didnât seem mine.
But then again, Lily did call, and I did pick up.
âHold on. My grandfather says, and unlocks his phone to dial me We wait, but the call never goes through.
âThis isnât my phone.â I groan, âHow the hell did I exchange my phone? And with who?â
Alister frowns. âDid you have anything important on it? Something that would be a nightmare to clean, work wise or personal?â
âAm I mad?â I roll my eyes. âBesides, itâs linked to my Mac. I can track it any where and if someone somehow disables the tracking, I can wipe it clean with one click.â
âAh, sweet technology.â He looks away, his voice dripping with sarcasm. âSince your phone is switched off, I donât think you have much to worry about.â
âNo.. Lily called me. If this isnât my phone, how did she call me? I recall, âOh, God âWhat?â
I wince. âI exchanged my phone with hers last night.â
He frowns at me. âYou were with Lily last night?â
âNo. II give him a stony glare. âI ran into her. Maybe we exchanged phones.
Chapter 75 His frown deepens. âSo she called you in the morning and didnât mention that youâve exchanged phones?â
I sigh, dialling the number she had called from. The phone goes through, but she doesnât pick up.
I groan. âIâm going to have to go to her house.â
When I look at him, his frown was still in place. âYou sure you want to stay with Sophia?â
âHuh?â
My mouth flies open and I try not sounding as offended was I was. âOf course Iâm sure.â
âThen why the hell are you working and chasing after Lily and your phone instead of spending time with your wife?â
âMaybe the alcohol got to your head.â I give him a sarcastically saccharine smile. âMy wife is in her hometown.â
âNo, sheâs not.â His eyebrows furrow. âShe and Leila came back in the morning. Leila is upstairs, sleeping.â
My heart skips a beat, and then continued thumping so loud in my chest that I could feel it everywhere in my body. âSopluaâs home? But... why did she not call... Oh, f*ck.
I stand up. âF*ck. F*ck. F*ck.â
âYes, f*ck.â
I leave the documents on the table. âSign these when you get the chance?â
âI gave you the company, Gabriel. What else do you want? My house, my y car, my cards?â
I roll my eyes. âTake care, old man.â
I drive faster than I ever have, almost getting hit twice on the way home. I definitely didnât care, because there was nothing short of death stopping me from going home.
Freckles was home.
I didnât even park my car, just left it by the entrance, tossing the keys to the driver. I think I may have jogged upstairs, risking looking desperate.
But when I opened my room door, it was empty. âFreckles?â I knocked on the bathroom door with no answer.
âLuna?â I shout out in the hallway with no answer.
The room was almost empty except for a few papers flying under a tiny paper weight kept on the table. I donât have to the entire thing to know what it was.
Divorce papers.
Signed divorced papers.
What the fuck?