Chapter 43: Chapter 43

RETRIBUTION

A month and a day, yet no miracle had happened. Sheikha Amancia knocked on Rashids' door continuously, but he didn't answer her and she knew he wasn't going to, so she forced her way in. Walking inside his room, she covered her nose with her hands, the room reeked of alcohol and puke, she whisked herself back to the entrance of his room and opened the door widely, in a bid to allow air to enter the room and cease the horrible smell permeating from the room.

She sighed loudly, looking around the room, looking for Rashid, "Has he gone out again with no plans of coming back at least half conscious?" she asked herself.

Walking to the window, she opened the drapes, she turned around and saw something flashy on his desk, she immediately walked towards it and was about to take it when Rashid walked out of the bathroom clad in a black towel around his waist.

"When did you return?" she fired, her hands still covering her nose.

"Does it matter to you?" he retorted, going about doing his personal things, like she isn't in his room and didn't exist.

"Don't dare talk to me like that!, I have the right to know where you had been wasting yourself in throughout the past two weeks!" she yelled at him.

"I have the right to be wherever I want to, or are you afraid that I know you had it all planned out?" he asked casually.

"W-what are you talking about?" she asked.

"Mother we are way too far for this. Did my wife did or did not cheat on me?" he questioned, his back facing her.

"What do you mean by that?, So it's now bad to look out for my son. That woman whom you made a mistake of bringing back is a big adulterer and a mind scheming person who isn't worthy to be called a lady. A lady wouldn't do what she did." Sheikha Amancia snapped.

"Did she cheat on me before we got married or after?" he growled harshly.

She was already walking hastily out of the room, when she halted in her track.

"Does it really matter..?" she questioned, "You should be grateful that her evil schemes were found out on time and she didn't turn your house to a motel before it was too late." she snarled.

"Mother!!" he growled loudly at her, turning to face her and that was when she saw the bloodshot eyes of his, she trembled immediately, she had never seen him such way.

"It-it was e-er-erm. The video it wasn't real, it was erm-erm, it was photoshopped. It wasn't her at all." she stuttered.

His eyes widened immediately, "Why mother?, WHY. Did you really hate me this much?, I did everything to please you, gave up everything to make you happy....." he walked slowly to his bed as he sat on it, his head bent low, between his hands.

"You didn't, if you had just given up the crown to your younger brother, he wouldn't have been in such horrible condition, married to a mere maid... someone who doesn't have a role in this world." she snapped, summoning up courage, facing him squarely.

"So, it was all because of Madok. You know what mother, leave my room....." he said, but she didn't budge, until he yelled at her and she scurried out of the room hastily.

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"I need to see Rashid, the man who brought me here." Janelle rasped.

"I will do that immediately." The Doctor said, but she didn't hear any reassuring tone, from the way he said it, it was like though he just wanted her not to be in a hyper mode.

After three days and Janelle hadn't woken up, Rashid had become so restless, he hadn't given up on her, No, but he felt stupid and he made up his mind to let her go once she got better, concluding that staying with him would only bring her more pains and hurt her endlessly.

Although he called the doctor continuously, everyday, once every three hours to check up on her, at the end of every call he always reminded the doctor not to let her know he called anytime she woke up.

He cared far too much, but he didn't want her to know about it, he wanted to make things right between both of them, but the last straw was thrown away when his mother's confession seconded what his bestfriend, Khalid had said to him earlier, about the video being PHOTOSHOPPED.

Thinking about the first day his mother had sent him the video, he felt guilt pang. He never even bothered to carry out an investigation, in his bid in trying to please his mother he did something very stupid, chase the woman who LOVED and still LOVES him completely.

Now, he was going to give her what she wants, a DIVORCE. He made a mistake and he was ready to correct it, make things right.

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Once Rashid got a call from the doctor telling him Janelle had woken up, he called his personal Lawyer, telling him to prepare the divorce papers and bring it along with him to the hospital, where Janelle was admitted

He walked into the hospital, stopping at the private room he ordered for her to be kept in, he halted, staring at the sleeping Janelle through the transparent window as she slept peacefully.

Rashid smiled, telling himself that Janelle would be better without him and live a very peaceful life, but since he came into her life, it had been in turmoils and bad endings. She lost her parents, her friends, her life in Jamaica. She had given up everything for him, lost everything for him, while he offered nothing to her asides neglect, heartbreaks and every bad thing one could think of.

He was torn between going in and walking out of the hospital, he couldn't confront her and tell her about his final decision on giving her the divorce she ever wanted. He didn't want to, he admitted that he's greedy and wanted her all to himself, yet, the sane part of him kept judging him on how he had treated her so bad.

Summoning up the little courage left in him, he walked into the room, he took the closest seat nearest to her and sat down.

He watched her while she slept, tucking her hair behind her ear and slowly caressing her cheeks, he took her hands in his and kissed the back of her palm, taking his time, knowing this would be the last time she would ever be this close to him, knowing this would be the last time he would have her hands in his.

"You look so beautiful and peaceful while sleeping..... I took more than I gave... I gave you heartbreaks, made you loose everything you cherished, your family, your education, your bestfriend and gave you nothing in return.." he paused, swooping towards her lips as he kissed her, ravishing, tantalizingly, slowly not wanting her to wake up.

He stood up, placing wet kisses on her forehead, lips, cheeks, her hair, anywhere he could get his lips on.

"Baby, I would give you what you want, I could only offer you this..." he paused, raking his hands furiously through his hair.

The word "Divorce" tasted so foul in his mouth, he sat back on the chair, for hours his thoughts were in circles, heightening as he thought of how miserable his life would be without her AGAIN.

When his head couldn't carry anymore of his thoughts, he slept off.

He came awake to a small, soft hand caressing his hair, he yawned loudly, taking in his surrounding and he immediately realized he was in the hospital and the person whose hand was on his head was Janelle, like though she repulsed him, he dragged her hands away from his hair, and stood up.

She saw the coldness, seeping into his eyes. She wasn't sleeping when he was saying all that to her, she was pretending to be asleep, but when he said he could offer her only one thing, she almost stopped breathing for some seconds, waiting for him to complete his statement, but he didn't go further, keeping her in the dark.

"He-he would be here in a few...," Rashid was saying when he was interrupted by someone's presence.

Immediately the door opened, and a man dressed professionally in a black suit walked in with a big, brown envelope.

"Here are the documents, Mr Rashid."