Part fifty four

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Michy's POV

"It will be extremely difficult getting it approved by the judge since no prenup was signed."

I sighed, rubbing my hands through my hair as I was getting worked up, this is going to be one long and nasty divorce I must say.

Who knew getting divorce and cutting ties completely was this difficult? Before this, all I thought was needed during divorce was both parties signing the petition and then they move.

"Boris, is there absolutely nothing we can do about this?" Pacing about the hallway with my hand placed akimbo, I tried again. "You know, maybe a way we can avoid the asset split, can't we use her infidelity as an excuse?"

Reasoning with him again was useless, he has said everything he has to say yet I wasn't going to give up that easily.

Rather, I'm going to go out of my way to make sure she gets nothing. There's no way in hell I'm I going to let that bitch walk away from the marriage with 50 percent share of the family asset.

A family she had no respect for, a family who for her selfish interest murdered brutally, how then can she claim their wealth?

The deep breath at the end of the line and the silence that ensued afterwards told me everything that I needed to know. After minutes of silence, Boris Lovelace, our gang lawyer whom I had contacted concerning Shawn's divorce, spoke up.

"As I said earlier, I'm sorry. There's absolutely nothing that can be done to prevent the woman from getting a share of the assets. Gone are those days that infidelity and adultery was a basis for divorce," I blocked out the rest of his words feeling hopeless more than ever.

How was I going to tell Shawn his soon to be ex wife who cheated on him for so many years was going to get that which she married him for?

The poor guy is going to get angrier than he is after finding out about Elyse's true face. As if being heartbroken and drinking to stupor wasn't enough to send him to an early grave, the thought of Elyse getting his money was worse.

"Hello? Are you still there?"

I blinked and nodded then breathed out a yeah, "sorry I got carried a way a bit, were you saying something?"

"Actually yes, I just remembered something that can perhaps influence the property sharing if the divorce pulls through—"

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure how greatly it can—"

"It doesn't matter as long as it is something that is of help, so please go ahead."

"Very well then, if perhaps Shawn can prove Elyse cheated on him with his money then the judge will surely consider it when making the decision at the end of the day. Does he have solid evidence?"

Does he? I asked myself and thought back to the conversations I had with him, trying to remember if he ever made mention of having proof, a video maybe. But nothing clicked.

"He might have evidence which I'm not aware of so let's do this," hearing footsteps approaching where I stood, I turned back to see who it was but there was no one so I continued with what I was saying. "I'll ask him about it and give you the feedback, we will take it from there afterwards."

"Yeah sure, do ask him about it and let me know."

"Of course I will, thank you."

"I'm your lawyer after all so it's my job. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now, I was in a meeting with a client when you called. Some of us need to secure the bag even on the weekends you know."

I caught on to his joke causing me to chuckle lightly, the first since Shawn arrived. These two days haven't been easy the slightest, all I've done is think deeply to wrap my head around the new mystery that has popped up.

The one concerning the death of Shawn's parents and the more I've thought about it, the more things are starting to get clear. I haven't unraveled it but some pieces are falling in their places.

From the information I gathered after talking with Nae, I got to know more about her mother, although vaguely since she doesn't know much about her mother's past.

Only she knows, her mother was Ghanaian by birth, trafficked as a child at the age of ten and narrowly escaped death after going through torture at the hands of her traffickers until her adopted parents stumbled on her, took her home and cares for her like their own.

According to her, that's all her mother told her sometime back in Ghana and stories of her father so the rest is a secret Monique, the name given to her mother by those she was adopted by sent to her grave.

That leaves me with no choice than to search deeper till everything is crystal clear and those murderers brought to book, only then will this stubborn feeling I have within cease.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I'll send something little for the kids and have them pass by one of these days." I informed him and ended the conversation as well as the call.

I felt the exhaustion of working endlessly this week, and yawned as I stretched my tired limbs and turned around to the footsteps only to see Nae walking to me with a cup in hand and that beautiful signature she has for me every morning.

At the sight of her, I forgot I was exhausted and needed sleep. I literally forgot about all my problems, all I saw was my beautiful wife who took my breath away without trying and made me wishing this life never comes to an end so I could have her all to myself forever.

Her smile widened as she got closer to me only for it to fall flat when she saw the phones in my hand and pushed the cup of coffee in my other hand, turning to leave.

"Baby.."

I grasped her hand after putting the phones in my pocket and pulled her back to me.

My guess was she was going to put up a silly fight to get out of my hold but she rather succumbed, sighing in defeat perhaps and cocked her head to look at me.

"Why do you always have to work so hard to the point you get so worn out despite being successful and wealthy?"

"It's a bad habit I haven't been able to quit, like I just can't. I got so much by hand work and I can only maintain it by that same hard work."

"You have a lot to last you for a very, very, very long time." She stated the obvious with an eye roll full of exhaustion.

"I know babe, I have a lot. A lot that isn't only for myself and you. I want to be able to smile one day when I'm up looking at our children and their generation happy because they don't have walk through rain and scorching scorn just to get their daily bread or worry about where they can lay their head."

"When you say it like that," Nae sighed, "I have no choice than to agree with you and let you be."

"Thank—"

"Mnh, mnh," with a vehement shake of the head, she gave me a poker face. "But that doesn't mean you can work to the point of utter exhaustion. That, I won't take lightly."

"Got that ma, I promise to work per my energy and not go overboard."

"Good we're on the same page." She said with a smile and looked down at the coffee, "now drink this before it gets cold and stale, you need to get revived—"

"Oh yeah." I interrupted, pulling her to me once again then fastened my hand around her tiny waist, securely. "To go down on you—"

"Oh shut up!" It was more like a squeal than a scolding shout which she intended as she slapped my chest playfully with a smile. I could still see the heat that rose to her cheek and the sudden excitement that shot in her eyes. I know Nae too well to know what that meant, cuddle time. "I'm outta here!"

Which I wish I could have at the moment, I need to release stress and being with Nae always has that effect on me. But, unfortunately I can't. The gang will be here anytime soon, anytime meaning any second from now so we break the news to my wife without it being too much for her.

"Oh, hey relax." She was getting ready to walk away when I grabbed her hand, pulling her back. "We could at least leave together—"

"If you've not noticed, that was what I was trying to avoid."

"Really? So you now find my company irritating or what?"

Nae rolled her eyes, "I wish but that's not the case."

"What is it then?"

"Inquisitive much?" She turned to look at me but briefly, her eyes went back to looking at her feet which was moving in sync with mine as we walked down the stairs.

There was something she wasn't telling me I know it, but what exactly is it?

I decided to ask cause I strongly get there was something she's hiding. But before I could, the idiot I call a friend who never knows when to stop cussing when he's nervous, spoke up.

"Where the fuck have you been man?"

Both Nae and I walked to him, with me staring at Drake  who looked tired with all those dark circles under his eyes, I felt sorry for him.

"Hello there, Drake."

"Uhm, hey Nae." He replied with his eyes fixated on me, Drake signed me with them. His way of asking if I had prepped my wife for the big news.

I shook my head lightly while trying my hardest best not to laugh, that obviously earned me a scowl.

Of course I did prep my wife and I wasn't going to tell him at the moment. Let's just say I'm enjoying his misery right now, a punishment for being such a jerk towards me when Nae and I separated.

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I watched as my wife pass a nervous Drake a smile before leaving us to ourselves. Seeing she was out of earshot, I shoved my hands into my pocket and glanced at him. "Have you thought of a way you can break it to her."

"Not really." He admitted, putting his hands in his pocket too. We stood facing the door leading to the lounge area where I assume the others were. "I still haven't been able to but my wife is going to psych her before we sit down so I trust she will be prepared then."

"Yeah, about that. I tried that myself and I can say she can take it, although it will be confusing and dumbfounding initially, she will gradually come by."

"I hope so too."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine, she loves you already."

It was no secret Nae has now taken a great liking to Drake after he supposedly took care of her so he won't have a hide time getting accepted by her.

"Of course she does, she can't help it. Everyone loves Drake, ya know?" He said boastfully, shooting me a wink.

I chuckled and shook my head, "whatever did Jozelynn find so cute in a cocky guy like you?"

Drake laughed to the point tears started brimming his eyes. I didn't feel bad I was on the receiving end of his stupidity, it was actually good for him. He looked too tensed when he came in.

Wiping tears and trying to sober up, he looked at me in surprise, "see who's talking?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"You." Drake pointed a finger at me and started backing away, "what did you do to my sister? Because I'm highly disappointed in her choice of a soul mate—"

Good for him his phone rang before he could complete that sentence else he would be down with broken limbs, such an idiot.

Checking the caller, I moticed Drake furrow his brows then he signaled to me he was going to be back as he walked away after muttering an alarmed hello.

I didn't think much of that till some minutes later, I was seated with Shawn and Marcus who decided to finally show us his dirty face after ghosting the group for a month now.

We all sat lazily in the sofa as they munched on fried buffalo wings, the starter before the main brunch which should be ready by now.

"What's keeping him so long?"

"I don't know." I shrugged and checked the time again on my phone, it's been close to thirty minutes and he isn't back.

I'm growing anxious by the minute, I want this to be done and over with so I put my plans concerning Mrs Winchester's destruction before the others and get their views on them, you'd never know, theirs might be more brutal.

I decided to call him up and find out what was wrong because it was unlike him to keep that long in making call even when it's related to business.

However before I could, my wife and the girls entered, apparently to inform us of the food being ready.


That got me distracted and I forgot to call Drake. Even Jozelynn staying with us for the night after the gang left didn't prompt me to think something was up.

But it all become clear hours later....

Her soft stiffled cries which slowly turned inaudible as the minutes passed, were accompanied by the rise and fall of her bossom, a clear indication she was finally asleep.

I blew out a long breath and kissed the top of her head as I held her in my arms. It hadn't been long we decided to retire early to bed after hanging out with the gang and having a little but of fun after a long week that Nae started complaining of cramps.

Cramps which I didn't know was going to rob us of our sleep, nearly three hours of comforting and finding ways of relieving her of the pains and nothing proved futile.

I eventually gathered her in my arms soothingly, rubbing her here, pecking her there and running my fingers im her hair to induce her to sleep finally did the trick.

Afraid of Nae waking up, I continued to hold her in my arms and rested my head back to get some sleep myself.

Which was a bad idea, in between drifting off, persistent knocks from the door forced me awake.

Tired, I rubbed my eyes grogrilly and checked on Nae who was softly breathing and oblivious to the noise.

I climbed out of bed irritatedly to the door and unlocked it to see Drake behind it.

Every ounce of irritation in me flew out when I laid my eyes on him, dude must be going through a lot with all those red eyes whuch clearly werr once puffy.

"What's up?" Stepping out, I closed the door softly behind me, turning to him. "You look haggard." I commented on his appearance which looked like he had aged ten times the past hours.

"Don't get me started man." Was all he said while he raked his hair and took a step closer, "did you tell her yet?"

"You weren't availabe so how could I have?"

"You should have, damn it!" He seethed with anger he was trying to restrain and banged his knuckles against the wall.

"Oh so you're gonna flip on me for something you are responsible for?" I said back rather calmly, I've figured getting angry myself was going to make things more tense than they already are. "Find someone else you to take your anger on."

With that I walked towards the door, a second away from the opening it, Drake spoke up. "I'm sorry."

"That's more like it, are you gonna tell me what's wrong with you now or do I need to go back to my wife?"

"Yeah, you should. But after you hear me out." Nodding to give him the go ahead, I regarded him.

Drake had a hard time opening up but he eventually did. "Its my dad." His lips quivered and his voice came out as a croak.

"What's with him?" Even though I asked, I tried putting two and two together in my head to find out what possibly his dad might have done to get him like this.  "Is he asking for an impossible wish from you again?"

That seemed to have loosened him up a bit, he shook his head lightly, smiled briefly and fell silent. He might have remembered that one time Mr Zyaire made him cry after he announced his unquestionable decision to get Jozelynn married to Drake.

Today looks exactly like that day, Drake came to me, only this time he wasn't drank to stupor but he did cry and cuss his father all through the night. That was the first time I had to play baby sitter to a drank Drake, it's definitely something I'm not looking forward to again, like ever.

"I wish it was that, at least I'll still have him around." He said out of the blue with sadness loaded.

"What do you mean by I'll still have him around?" My brain already processed it and was giving me something I badly wish isn't true. "Is..is he...?"

Drake shook his head, "at least not yet. But he will be if we don't have Monae go to him right now, she's our only hope."

His words weren't much of a relief and it got me confused the more. "Can you speak in plain language cause I'm not getting any of this?"

"My father, as I speak is on his death bed. Apparently he's been suffering from chronic kidney disease for years now which neither of us were aware of, he didn't tell anyone about it. Which according to him is because he didn't want us worrying over him, it was totally wrong of him becuase it has advanced to stage 5 and we're on the verge of losing him forever because his stubborn ass is refusing to have a transplant."

"Your father has always been a stubborn man, y'all should have been used to him by now. By the way, I'm sorry for what's happening, it must be so hard for you guys. Is there anyway I can help?"

"Actually yeah, with your permission can I please take Nae to him? He's been demanding to see her before he goes away and also the rest of us think she's the only one who can get him to change his mind and agree for a transplant."

"Does it have to be right now?"

"Yes, why?" Drake asked, staring at me. "I don't see a better time than now, besides we're running out time, death can come for him any second."

"I don't have a problem, in fact I want to help in any way I can so Mr Zyaire stays with us but it's just Nae. She had cramps while the gang were here and after kuch difficulty I was able to put her to sleep, so I don't think its advisable waking her up."

"What you said is right, I understand you but my selfish side wants her up right now. I can't lose my dad." His broke tone told me all that I already knew.

Mr Zyiare should I say ruled his house with an iron hand, expecting perfection and impossibilties from his children.

But deep down we all know he loved them so much and Drake loved him twice as much as he did cause to him, he's the world's best dad.

"Neither can she. Especially not when she just heard of him, so what do we do now?"

"I have no idea man."




Monae's POV

"Can my life at least get realistic and less of a shocker?" Muttering that under my breath, I rubbed my temples to suppress the dull headache that was threatening to explode into a bigger one as I blew out a breath conveying an emotion I can't pinpoint because right this minute, I'm feeling a bit of every emotion.

Also, I feel like I'm in a telenovela, for real. Precisely the ones the female lead is poor but born to a rich father who had no idea of her existence till some years later when fate wills it.

That more like sums up my life right now, the only difference is my father however knew of my existence but wasn't sure of, according to what my bro..brother, Drake, told me.

Brother?

Sometime has passed since he and Michy relayed everything to me and I still haven't gotten round to fully accepting it.

Yes, it is true there are physical evidences to support what they said. Even I am not blind to the fact Drake and I share the same hue of eyes, the striking resemblance between us.

And neither I'm I to the birthmark on the neck of Mr Zyaire, uhm my uh dad which I noticed when he bobbed his head back in a hearty laughter at Drake's party.

Everything was as clear as crystal and truthful as the Holy book yet it all sounded foreign and unbelievable.

Overwhelming too because no way in hell, like never in my wildest dreams did it ever cross my mind that somewhere far away or even near, there was the possibility of my father being alive.

Yet here I am right now, walking pass wards with the

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