Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter nine - Divorce Court

My heart skips a beat as I watch him show me the certificate and I walk over to him to look at the paper certificate in his hand which holds my name and my signature as well as Keenan's name and his signature on it. My ears are still ringing from the married he said a few minutes and my eyes are now painful from staring at the paper too long, hoping that it would finally become blank.

How on earth did we get married? There was nothing that happened yesterday that even pointed to married so this makes no sense.

My mind is rising with different thoughts, from how this is going to affect my work and career and most importantly my relationship. Nothing from now is the same, no one is going to believe this just happened without us wanting it to. How can so much happen in so little space gap?

I look up at him, not knowing what to do next and needing to hear from him. “What do we do?”

The look on his face just like he's had since we saw each other this morning is a clueless one, “I honestly don't know at this point.” he blankly states.

After a quick thought, “We can burn it and no one will know?” I suggest brilliantly, wondering why he didn't even think of that idea all the while he saw the certificate, “you're welcome and a helpful lesson, it doesn't take much to be a genius.” I say cockily, handing him the paper.

“It won't work.” he scowls at me like I just made the worst in the history of worse suggestions. He doesn't collect the paper from my hand, but he continues to speak, “If what you're suggesting is that we burn it, it won't work, but thanks I've got enough brains and I've thought about that too.”

My brow arches, “Why not?” or is he just trying to make me look like a fool again.

He rolls his eyes and in the manner that screams 'what kind of idiot am I talking to?' aloud and this man is slowly pissing me off.

He closes his eyes briefly before opening them and he stares at me with eyes dimmed as though talking to someone who isn't bright enough, “Take a look at the paper in your hand, what colour is the paper printed in?”

I looked down at the paper in my hand, “Black and white.” I reply, my brow furrowing in confusion.

“So what does that tell you Miss Klean?” I look up at him feeling a little surprised and a little hurt because he'd taken my surname like my teachers in school used to.

So he's schooling me? The nerve!

I glance at the paper in my hand and though it takes me a moment, I finally get the point he's trying to make. I'm holding black and white printed paper because it's probably the photocopy of the original marriage certificate. “It is a photocopy.”

He nods a little impressed, “Exactly, and someone is with the original copy and that person was here last night.” he sighs deeply uttering some words in another language, “Non posso fare una piccola pausa! (I can't have a little break!)" He rubs his hand over his face, muttering, "They wanted us to get married.”

“No,” I shook my head, “I cannot marry you.”

His gazes soften almost immediately and he chuckles. His voice would have sounded heavenly to my ears if I wasn't in a mess, but now it's annoying as hell. “I'm not asking you to marry me love, ‘cause I wouldn't in a million years, I'm telling you that you already married to me and I to you,” he says still chuckling.

I step back shaking my head and refusing to believe what he just said.

Keenan may be rich, good and successful, but he isn't the top ten man when it comes to getting married to me. So the thought of even being in a union with him is infuriating as hell.