Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 15

Connor's POV

I knock on Caitlyn's door, a little excited and a little nervous at the same time.  I was excited because I would finally be rid of Caitlyn and nervous because I didn't know what tricks she would pull. 

Her door flew open and she appeared in front of me dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a cami top.  I didn't pay too much her appearance, I was here on official business. 

The fact that we still owned separate apartments and didn't really live with eachother, yet we were married never really crossed my mind until now. We lived in an apartment together, but we spent most of our time separated at our separate apartments.  Caitlyn never complained about the arrangement so I didn't think of it. 

She cocks a brow, glaring up at me.  "That was quick.  I thought you would be screwing that whore all day," She grunts, turning away and walking into her apartment. 

I roll my eyes and follow behind her, closing the door behind me.  "I want a divorce, Caitlyn," I announce and stand in the middle of her grand foyer, watching her as she stopped.  She turned around slowly and looks at me as if I was stupid.

"You want a what?" she demands, flabbergasted.

"A divorce.  I don't want to be married to you any longer.  Just grant me the divorce."

"A divorce." She murmurs to herself softly before looking up at me, amusement in her crystal blue eyes and began laughing.  "A divorce!"

Exactly what was so funny? I was completely serious.

"Yes, Caitlyn. I never should've married you in the first place.  I don't love you, I thought I might have, but I'm beginning to realize that it was never love.  It was never love for me.  I love Jennifer and it's genuine love."

"Connor, you've proven to be a complete idiot.  Congratulations.  I am not giving you a divorce.  What makes you think I would give you a divorce? I lost our baby, I have leverage. If I tell them about your icky affair while I was pregnant and the cause of my miscarriage your country will hate you, other countries will hate you and your family will disown you.  You might as well kiss the crown goodbye, which I know your little whore won't let you do because she wants you to be king because it's your right."

"I don't give a shit about this crown, I could care less about what people think of me and Caitlyn your threats are empty.  You have no proof of our affair besides your own word."

She laughed triumphant, "You underestimate me Connor."

I narrow my eyes watching her carefully. She was evil, this I already knew.  I didn't care any longer. I just wanted the divorce and I wanted it now.  I wanted to leave and go to Timbuktu with Jenny.  Maybe not Timbuktu, but somewhere far where we could be happy and in love without the media in our business and without Caitlyn down our back.

"Whatever you have to do Caitlyn. I don't care anymore.  I'm going to get a divorce."

She gasps shocked.  "What?  What about -"

"I don't care! I never cared! Jenny wanted that for me, because she thought that would make me happy, but I won't be happy until I'm with her.  Give up."

"Never." Her response was firm and I knew that she meant it. 

"Caitlyn don't make this difficult," I try to reason.  She doesn't falter.  Instead she seems determined. 

"You're being difficult.  I am not giving you a divorce, Connor!"

"Whatever, Caitlyn.  I don't have time for this.  I'm going to contact my lawyer.  We're getting a divorce whether you like it or not."