I Swear Let Me Love You Again Novel – “I’m filing for a divorce. Nathan, you know what? I’m sick and tired of this. I’m tired, I can’t do this anymore.” I spoke sternly as if trying to convince myself as well. “Don’t make me laugh, you don’t even know what divorce is.” “I do, but I can change my mind if you follow me and let’s go home.” “Are you insane? I have got to be there for her always, or do you want her to die? Are you that heartless? Anyways, Damien is waiting for you downstairs, just go home.” He waved me off and left, going back to the room that bimbo is. I nodded slowly and I slammed the door entered the elevator. As the elevator slowly closed, a part of me wished he would just stretch his hand or leg to stop the elevator door from closing but it was simply a wish. I felt so pathetic and dumb thinking he would ever choose me .. he would ever love me. A single tear rolled off my cheek, it symbolized disappointment, hurt and unrequited affection I had shown him and his family. Quickly wiping it away, I came out of the elevator and fixed my posure. I was done being treated like this, like I didn’t matter. I am done just trying to make him see me when all he ever cared about was Aubrey. If he didn’t believe me, he was in for a big shock when he realized I’m actually getting that divorce.
“How are you today Mrs Lydia?” Nurse Nia, who had been in charge of the blood transfusion since we began, asked with a smile as wore her gloves. “I’m okay.” I replied tiredly and shook a bit as she inserted the needle after looking for an easy access vein. “You seem tired.” She analyzed me but I just shrugged it off. I was tired physically, mentally, emotionally but everything was somehow going to get better. I really hoped so. As we were about to start talking, Doctor Fian and my husband entered the room. I grinned just looking at him in his blue suit and trousers. He was just so handsome and many would describe him as having the attributes of a Greek god. Every time I saw him, I realized why I loved him. “Lydia, how are you doing? Have you been taking all your vitamins and iron supplements?” Doctor Fian asked and I nodded in response feeling blood leave my body. “How are you Nathan?” I asked him but he didn’t respond. He kept talking to the doctor and I pursed my lips in embarrassment. I just looked around the hospital room I have grown fond of these past few years.
The whole room was painted in cream and the bed was laid in white bed sheets. “Here.” Nurse Nia handed me an energy drink afterwards and used a cotton wool to clean the part of my arm the needle was placed in. “If you will excuse me.” Nurse Nia and Doctor Fian exited the room with my blood in the bag. The room was quiet with just my husband and I just here. He broke the silence when he said. “The money has been transferred into your account.” I remained silent, preventing myself from saying anything that may lead me to say something I wasn’t meant to. After a minute, he exited the room and I wore my blue denim jacket following behind him. I was debating myself if I should still try and start a conversation with him or let it be. We arrived at the room of the woman I was donating my blood to. “Hey Nathan.” She smiled and for some reason she seemed…okay, healthy even.
“How are you feeling?” I stepped into the room and it seemed they hadn’t still noticed my presence. My chest tightened at the fact that he cared to ask how she felt and never ever even for once asked, “How are you?” “Weak. My thigh still hurts despite everything.” Aubrey replied. She had a cut on her thigh which was slowly healing but according to her, it was still extremely painful no matter the treatment administered to it. “What did I miss?” I shut my eyes tight regretting my decision when I saw my mother-in-law coming out of the bathroom in this luxurious hospital room which was almost like a hotel. “Nothing Mrs. King, Nathan just finally came to see me.” Aubrey smiled widely, touching Nathan’s arm. For some odd reason, Nathan didn’t push her arms away and Mrs. King was just focused on her, which hurts. “Ohhh, Hi Lydia.” Aubrey gave a tight-lipped smile calling everyone’s attention to me. Mrs King, my mother-in-law, rolled her eyes in a full circle while Nathan didn’t spare me a glance.
“What are you doing here? She has done what we called her to do, do you still need her here?” She turned her attention to Nathan. He sighed deeply, not saying a word in response. Before I could respond, she said to Aubrey, “Her presence must bring you nothing but disgust, so I will send her out of here just relax.” An emotion of embarrassment and hurt flashed through my eye but like what any normal person would, such as saying something smart or just exiting out of the room, I stood there like a fool unable to calculate my next step. “No Mrs. King. She is already doing so much for me. I mean I’m literally getting better just because of her.” She tried to play all nice but I could see right through here. Mrs King scoffed while Nathan’s phone ringing loudly had him excusing himself leaving all three of us. They didn’t pay me any attention, Mrs King brought out a cream she had gotten for Aubrey to heal her scars. I was always envious looking at how much Mrs King and the whole King Family adored Aubrey…they treated her like she was some kind of heroin or would I say delicate substance.
They all adored her and no matter what I did, I doubt it would ever lead to them caring and loving me like they do to Aubrey. I watched their every movement like a creep, but I furrowed my eyebrow in confusion when Aubrey easily moved her legs and as soon as her hospital gown raised up I was able to see only a slight cut on her knee. “What are you doing there staring like a fool?” Mrs King was just so rudely blunt and not once over the years have I watched her rude energy. I respected her for birthing the man I loved, every single day I prayed she would care about me. I shook my head still watching Aubrey and suddenly it hit me. Nathan walked into the room and without thinking twice, I spoke out loud, “She’s pretending. She’s just acting like she’s in pain and needs blood knowing that that’s the only reason you check up on her or care about it. She’s ok—-” “Hey calm down Lydia. What are you even saying?”
Nathan cut me off furrowing his eyebrow. It seemed like he didn’t hear me the first time maybe because I was speaking too fast as realization dawned on me. “Look, they are all minor cuts.” I moved towards her, showing him the cuts. “Nothing too serious and you made me give my blood away for just this?” Nathan knitted his eyebrow staring at my proof and seemed genuinely taken aback while his mother remained surprisingly silent. “What is she talking about Aubrey?” Nathan asked and I was a bit elated he was finally listening to me. “I..I don’t kn..know what’s she talking about..The cuts might be minor but the pain is severe. I haven’t even had time to check them with my eyes, the doctors simply said they were deep and since I didn’t want to irritate myself by staring at them.” Aubrey stammered out crying in between. His mother instantly comforted her while Nathan’s look changed from surprise to annoyance. Annoyance probably channeled towards me for speaking the truth.
“Like why would you even say that? I’m literally here on the hospital bed fighting for my life and yet…” She trailed off speaking to me, more tears fell from her eyes. “Don’t cry.” He rubbed his temple trying to keep himself calm. “Lydia, come with me.” He spoke leading the way while I just stood there staring at her as she faked tears. “You know what…” He grabbed my hand dragging me out of the room. I turned around and saw her smirking in the arms of Mrs King. “Calm down!” He raised his voice a little when I kept mumbling words under my breath and pacing back and forth. “For real, why are you doing this?” He questioned and I knitted my eyebrow in confusion. “Doing what?” I retorted looking at him with annoyance. I hated liars and pretenders, that girl in that room right now had me fuming right now. “Hold up.” I raised my hand to cut him up. “Don’t tell me you believe that girl and don’t trust me.” I pointed at myself. “Your WIFE.” I emphasized but his face held nonchalance.
“You’re seriously believing that she’s not healed all along?” I questioned and he sighed deeply. “Listen to me, Lydia. I don’t know you all that well. But Aubrey has been my…confidant for as long as ever, she has no reason to lie to me. You couldn’t possibly understand anything I do for her.” His words stung but I kept my composure. “So basically after I showed you proof that they are all slight cuts. You’re still going to believe her over me?!” I asked with tears brimming in my eyes. “You don’t understand.” His tone and demeanor gave it all. He was tired of this conversation and just couldn’t wait for it to end. I knew he didn’t care, but I still wanted to believe he did. “Make me understand!” I snapped but he didn’t respond. He ran his hands across his face bringing out his phone. I assumed he wanted to show me something but rather he called the driver to come pick me up.
“Nathan, you know what? I’m sick and tired of this. I’m tired, I can’t do this anymore.” I shook my head. “I’m filing for a divorce.” I spoke sternly as if trying to convince myself as well. His eyebrows rose and I could see a shock expression on his face which quickly faded away. “Don’t make me laugh, you don’t even know what divorce is.” “I do, but I can change my mind if you follow me and let’s go home.” “Are you insane? I have got to be there for her always, or do you want her to die? Are you that heartless? Anyways, Damien is waiting for you downstairs, just go home.” He waved me off and left, going back to the room that bimbo is. I nodded slowly and looked at him again for the last time. I slammed the door and entered the elevator. As the elevator slowly closed, a part of me wished he would just stretch his hand or leg to stop the elevator door from closing but it was simply a wish.
I felt so pathetic and dumb thinking he would ever choose me..he would ever love me. A single tear rolled off my cheek, it symbolized disappointment, hurt and unrequited affection I had shown him and his family. Quickly wiping it away, I came out of the elevator and fixed my posure. I was done being treated like this, like I didn’t matter. I am done just trying to make him see me when all he ever cared about was Aubrey. If he didn’t believe me, he was in for a big shock when he realized I’m actually getting that divorce. “Hold up what’s going on?” The help, Molly, asked, as soon as I burst into the room taking my things. I didn’t reply to her question, I was simply waiting for Damien to come in with divorce papers I had requested from my lawyer. Ignoring a clearly confused Molly I packed my things in a small box leaving whatever thing I had gotten from his money behind. “Thank you.” I snatched the documents from Damien heading into Nathaniel’s home office. Without giving it another thought, I signed and left the document on his table along with the card and a note he had to read. “Where to ma’am?”
Damien asked but I shook my head. “I will just take a taxi.” I exited out of the mansion which had only brought me pain, self-doubt, countless embarrassment and SUFFERING. I was going to do better for myself, fck the unrequited love I had for a man who couldn’t even say a simple thank you. He couldn’t even trust my words even after years together. I was beyond hurt and felt disrespected. It’s time to choose me. Lydia’s pov I took a look at the mansion one last time. I felt extremely pathetic that someone like me would let myself be played with like this. I should have sensed that. All these years, he never bothered to know me more and even the maids got more chances to see him than me. How could I be so naive to believe that such a cold man would ever treat me differently? No, he is not that cold. It’s just his tenderness was never for me… I was just a nobody… “Well, well, looks like you’re finally leaving?” A voice filled with mockery came from my back and when I looked back I saw Dia, she is one of the maids. She glanced from my suitcase to my face. Lomi, another maid, stood next to her.
“Awww…I wanna say we are going to be so hurt and miss you but that will be a very nasty lie. If you go, who will do all our house chores?” Dia added. “Is everything okay Mrs Lydia? Mrs. King asked us to pack your things.” Lomi asked with sincere worry in her tone. I bit my lip to prevent myself from breaking down at the question. I didn’t want to show any weakness before I left, especially to those who had hurt me. Dia gave her an angry glance and mouthered for her to shut up. “Next time stay in your place and avoid looking for rich men to get married to, you this gold digger.” Dia spat with disgust in her tone. “Stop it.” Lomi cautioned sternly. Dia eyed her but in a flash, I slapped her hard. Who did she think she was talking to? I had been called different names like pathetic, poor, needy but one thing I would never play with is calling me a gold digger when I have never ever cared about his money. “Don’t ever speak to me like that ever again” I stared at her with coldness.
Pouring out my frustration on her, this was the last straw because I was sick and tired of how much they had all walked on me. She was about to speak when I raised my hand up to stop her, “Shut up! Now you better know your place and stay there. Dumb little girl.” It felt so thrilling to say this, to let out all the bottled anger. She removed her hand from her face slowly moving towards me but Lomi held her back. My phone rang loudly and I took deep breaths before picking up. “Are you ready?” Andrew asked and I nodded before saying ‘yes.’ “Alright, almost there.” He said then we exchanged goodbyes. Suspicion slid through Dia’s eyes but I didn’t care what she was planning. I turned around to Lomi and gave her a hug. She was the only one that cared about me in this home. She was always trying to help within her power. “Bye Mrs Lydia, I hope you find the peace and love you deserve because you’ve truly been a gem in this household and I’m going to miss you.” Lomi said with her voice trembling. “Thank you Lomi. Really thank you so much.” I spoke and she nodded, giving me a warm smile.
A honk came up from outside the door. A smile creeped on my face when I saw the man standing beside the black Rolls Royce. His lips curled into a smile and I instantly ran into his open arms. “I’m so sorry…I really am sorry.” I apologized repeatedly as he pulled for a bear hug. “It’s okay, thank goodness you’re fine.” He whispered in my ear exhaling in relief. “Dad is waiting for you back home. You have no idea how excited he was when he heard the news that you are coming home.” I wiped my tears after his words and asked with a little worry. “Isn’t dad angry at me for leaving home for so long?” “Silly girl. What’s family for? We’ll always be here for you no matter what you do.” I almost burst into tears again but I held it back because I didn’t want my brother to worry about me. How silly was I during these years? I abandoned the family who loved me without any condition for all my life and came here to take care of the people who treated me like trash.
It’s all because of the stupid decision that I made. I knew I must have broken their hearts when I hid my identity to marry Nathan. They paved the most smooth way for me and I chose the hardest one. Stupid girl who chose love over family! Now I am more conscious than ever before. And no one could hurt my family again, not even me! NATHAN’S POV: Sitting in the large room with eyes focused on the financial report while the CFO presented. I could hear him speak but I wasn’t listening. I flipped through the document and ensured the finances were in place. My phone vibrated from my pocket rather than holding up till the end of the meeting to respond or check it like I usually do. I unlocked my phone in haste expecting a message from a particular someone who I haven’t heard from for a few days now. I snorted in annoyance when I saw a message from one of my business partners. I dropped my phone on the table and snapped my eyes shut.
Opening my eyes, I met everyone staring at me and the room dead dropped silent. Rolling my eyes at them, I wordlessly motioned for him to proceed. “Are you alright sir?” 20 minutes later, the meeting came to an end. I nodded ‘yes’ in response to my assistant’s question As we walked through the door, I took in the impressive view. The office was spacious and airy, with tall windows that offered a panoramic view of the city below. I took a seat on my black ergonomic chair and scrolled through my phone waiting for just a single message to come in. Meanwhile my assistant ran down the last two meetings I have, the other at dinner. “Did you hear me sir?” She asked politely and I thought for a minute. “Cancel my meetings.” I checked the time on my Patek seeing it was now 6:15pm. “But sir…” “Tell my driver to prepare the car.” I had to head home to check on my Wife.
It was currently 7:15 and we had just arrived at the estate after trying to beat traffic. I had not heard anything from Lydia since the morning at the hospital, which was four days ago where she told me she was getting a divorce. I was anxious hoping she was alright due to the fact that since the day we got married, she texted me in the morning to have a good day and at night she would tell me all about her day even when I never replied to any of her messages. She never cared if I responded or not, she would do it anyway. Which is why her silence bothered me so much I couldn’t pay attention at meetings. “We’re here sir.” My driver announced and I looked at my phone exiting out of Lydia’s old messages which I was simply re-reading again. He opened the door for me and I exited out of the car holding a box of cupcakes in my hand. I adjusted my suit ignoring the greetings of the staff. “Welcome sir.” A maid who I wasn’t too acquainted with greeted me with a huge grin on her face. “Where’s Lydia?” I questioned looking around the room. I snatched back the box as she cautiously tried to take it from me.
“I apologize sir.” She quickly said, noticing the anger plastered on my face. “But who is Lydia?” She knitted her eyebrow in confusion. I gritted my teeth sharply and watched another maid whose name was Lori or Lomi…I couldn’t remember. “Good evening Mr King.” She bowed her head in respect. “Where’s my wife?” I scrunched up my face in irritation, tired of repeating myself. “Oh sir… she left.” She responded with a solemn look. “What do you mean? What are you saying?” I questioned in disbelief. Rather than waiting for their response, I strolled upstairs storming into her room. This was the second time since we got married, I entered here. The room had lost its warmth probably due to the fact that she was truly…gone. I shook my head, dropping the box of cupcakes on the bed. I knocked on the door to the bathroom hoping to get a response but still nothing. Looking through the room, some of her stuff is for sure missing. I smacked my lips in annoyance dialing her number.
“The number you’re calling….” I hung up for the second time as the call machine kept repeating the same thing. She had either blocked my number or changed her sim. I left the room “Sir—” I raised my hand to stop Molly from speaking before entering into my mini home office I had in the house. I sat on the chair and knitted my eyebrow seeing a paper…they weren’t just any paper but a divorce paper and Lydia had already signed hers. So she wasn’t joking back then in the hospital. I scoffed in disbelief noticing the credit card I had given her right from the first day she stepped into this house. I saw a written note but couldn’t bring myself to read it yet. I ran a hand across my face and I re-dial her number again which wasn’t available and it fumed my anger.
“Oh hi son..I heard you just got back.” My mum said with a smile entering the office. “Where’s Lydia? Why didn’t you let me know when she left?” I bombarded her with questions through gritted teeth. “Lydia? Son, that name is forgotten around here.” She laughed sitting down on one of the seats there. “I had been trying to tell you everything but you didn’t pick my calls.” She lied through her teeth. “When did you call me mum?” I pursed my lips trying to keep my composure. She shrugged carelessly, “It doesn’t matter. She stole most things in this house and left. Oh, I mean your ex wife. Plus she left with a man, did you know? He pulled in a Roll Royce and she ran to peck him right in front of her matrimonial hom—” “That’s enough!” I snapped in annoyance. She giggled, raising her hands up in defense. “I’m your mother and I’m just letting you know that girl was simply useless and a big cheat. A gold digger even.” She shook her head with her expression changing from playful to serious. “Now how about Audrey’s health? Lydia is simply a selfish woman…extremely.” She ranted while I picked my brain on if Lydia had a loved one or any one in particular I could reach in order to speak to her. “Leave.” I spoke coldly in a low tone.
“What did you say?” She asked and I shut my eyes. “I want to be alone.” She scoffed, rising to her feet, “There’s no time to be stressing over a woman that was obviously cheating on you while trying to pretend like she was so in love with you. We need to start thinking about Aubrey.” I clenched my jaw and she walked out the office slamming the door. My leg hit the floor repeatedly and I stared at the credit card and divorce papers. Contrary to all what my mother had spoken about her, Lydia never asked me for a dime, all the money I had been sending to her was still intact and things I had purchased for her were still in the room. I felt horrible and I just couldn’t bring myself to sign the divorce papers and finalize it. Nothing in the divorce paper even asked for a penny, she just wanted to be away from…me. Sighing deeply and massaging my temples, I shifted the whole document and tried her number again but still nothing. She was truly…gone from my life.
NATHAN’S POV: I was completely exhausted and drained and was about to head home after a long day. I had visited Aubrey and surprisingly the doctors had said she was slowly getting better and that added some light to my day. My happiness died down when I remembered it was all because of her that I lost Lydia and I still haven’t heard a word from her. “Hello?” I picked up my phone with an attitude while sitting in the back of Range Rover as the driver started the car. “Watch your tone.” She spoke sternly and I pursed my lips not really in the mood to hear her go off. My mum had been calling and texting all day and I hadn’t replied because she always seemed to have the wrong word to say to set me off. “Your sister is back! So let’s have dinner tonight and I don’t want to hear no buts.” She hung up afterwards and I sighed deeply. My little sister, Rachel, had been out of the country for a while spending time with her boyfriend who I had not met. Rachel was literally my mum’s twin, she looked like the younger version of my mother and behaved the exact same way. Her behavior always came as a barrier between us. “To the family house sir?” My driver asked, looking at me from the mirror. I nodded in response.
With Lydia heavy on my mind, I decided to text her. It felt like if I didn’t, just thinking about her might blow up my mind, I thought of what to text her. CALL ME! I settled for that and secretly hoped she would see I needed to talk to her…that’s all. AN HOUR LATER. “You’re late and you didn’t even seem a bit excited to see me when you got here.” My sister spoke as she started eating with the maids standing next to us…her in particular. I stared at her with a blank face not even having an appetite. She wore a pink long sleeved gown with stripes. Her hair was let down and she had done her makeup. She kept staring at her phone which meant she was either waiting for a text message from someone or just feeling uneasy. “How was your day son?” I almost scoffed noticing my mother was trying to take a caring route to get to me but I knew her so well. “I heard your Lydia finally left…awww, your dearly beloved wife. Hope she’s not asking for a dime of our money?” Rachel raised her eyebrow in questioning. I knew she had been tormenting and being a bully to Lydia but I never paid any attention.
This just made me feel so much worse. “That’s true. Did you check through your things and ensured that she didn’t steal anything? Like your watches or your——” “That’s enough!” I growled with anger. My patience and ability to control myself had reached its limit. My mum had kept asking this and I was tired.. the worst part was they didn’t even care that the maids were listening, which is why they had no respect for my wife. “Keep her name out of your mouth.” I snapped and my young sister laughed. “I’m sorry..” She still laughed, gesturing with her hands as an apology. “It’s just that this woman is obviously a gold digger who pretends to be all in love with a man and jumps on the next man when she doesn’t receive affection and probably…let’s say intercourse. She’s just an opportunist bimbo while you’re here defending her like…”
She trailed off frowning at my mum kicking her from under the table. I stood up abruptly and when I got to the entrance of the door, I turned around and said, “Rachel, Mother, The maids and pass my words to the rest of the servants in this house: the next time I hear something of sort coming out from any of you mouths or mentioning my wife’s name, my wrath will be raised, I promise you all.” I spoke sternly and the maids looked down. My mother stared at me with a knitted eyebrow in a state of confusion and Rachel scoffed. I stormed into my home office with a heavy heart and shut the door behind me. Opening my call logs, I decided to call Lydia and if she didn’t pick up this last time I would hire a private investigator to locate her whereabouts.
I will do all it takes to find her. It rang, which surprised me. At the fourth ring, she surprisingly picked up and I exhaled, “Hello?” Her voice sounded impatient. “Lydia, How are you?” I asked softly, trying to piss her off. “What do you want, Mr King?” She questioned like she’d rather not speak to me. “I saw the divorce papers and I haven’t finalized it. Though you didn’t ask for anything, I would like to compensate you for everything you’ve done for me and my family.” “But I don’t need anything from you and your family. You all have already compensated me well enough.” I heard the anger in her tone. “I…” “Goodbye Mr King.” Without waiting for my response, she hung up.