You Left Me

Coral

“Nikolai, you can’t do this,” Coral exclaimed.

“I just did. Get out, it’s a warning.”

“Nikolai, I’m preg—” Nikolai cut her off.

“Get out. Leave all your clothes, your shoes, your cars, bags, credit cards, they will be able to pay you out. Leave the house only with what you are wearing.”

Coral just stared at him in shock.

Nikolai walked past her purposely bumping his shoulder with hers, trying to intimidate her.

She sat down on the bed, thinking about what the hell had just happened. How could he believe a freaking picture over her?

She grabbed her phone from the bag, then picked Alice’s number to dial. It rang eight times before going to voicemail. She dialed it again; this time on the fourth ring, Alice picked up the phone.

“Hey, girl, what’s up?”

“I’m homeless.”

“What! You live in a palace.”

“Nikolai wants a divorce. Can I come over and crash at your place till he chills out?”

“My guest room is full, sorry.”

“Oh.”

“But you had it coming. Your husband is having an affair and he wants nothing to do with you anymore? Well, that’s what you get for believing you were better than everyone, right?”

Coral ended the call and dialed Morris’s number. On the first ring, she picked up the phone. “Hello. What took you so long? I have been waiting for this call forever.”

“I called Alice and do you know what the bitch said?”

“You’re a bitch for calling that idiot before your number-one best friend?”

“I’m sorry, A comes before M, Morris.”

“I understand. What did the bitch say?”

“She told me I deserved Nikolai divorcing me.”

“Wait a minute, what do you mean Nikolai divorcing you?”

“He said that I am a cheat.”

“Is it because of that picture?”

“How do you know about that?”

“Come on, it was on the news yesterday. Do you and Nikolai not watch the news?”

“Don’t you think that would have been good information to give me this afternoon?”

“It’s not you, right?”

“Obviously not.”

“I’ll tell you what—you can come live with me and Vivek. When you get a steady job, we’ll rule the world.”

“I can’t. He said he must not find me or he will sue me for all I am worth.”

“Don’t tell me you are going to run away from Nikolai? He is just impulsive. He might not even do anything.”

“I have no choice.”

“I’ll give you my ticket to Europe, and you can live with my cousin there.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, just get out of that house. I don’t want Nikolai hurting you or the baby, okay?”

“Okay, I’m coming over.”

Coral walked into the closet then packed clothes that didn’t really point to her coming from an over-expensive home. She changed her clothes into a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave your clothes?”

“Nikolai, it’s just a few things.”

“Coral, just get out. Looking at you is disgusting enough.”

Coral grabbed the suitcase. As she walked past him, she gave him a light peck on his cheek, and his muscles tensed.

She removed the $12 million Bvlgari ring he had slipped onto her finger the day he gave her promises he was now breaking.

“Here, you gave me this, promising to always trust me, but you have done everything but.” She handed the ring to him.

“Keep the ring.”

“Thank you.” She gently dropped the ring on the bed then walked past him.

Nikolai looked at the window; his throat hurt and his eyes were watering. He picked the ring up from the bed then put it inside the night table drawer.

“Where are you headed to now, Mrs. Giovanni, with a suitcase? The airport? I’ll call Stephen to get the private jet ready,” her bodyguard Léon said.

“No, I’m headed to Morris’s.”

“With a suitcase?”

“Yeah, I’m not Mrs. Giovanni anymore, I’m Coral,”

“What are you talking about?” he asked again.

“We are getting a divorce.”

“Wow, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.”

“Should I drive you?”

“I don’t want you to get fired. I can take a bus. It’s been too long anyway.”

“Léon, drive her to Morris’s,” Nikolai said as he caught their conversation.

“It’s fine, Léon.” Coral smiled.

“If she leaves my gates on her feet, you are fired.”

Léon looked at her with pleading eyes.

“Fine, you can drive me.”

“What car do you want to take?”

“The Toyota Camry will do just fine.”

“She’s taking the Bugatti.” At that moment, she believed he was just trying to make her feel uncomfortable.

“I’ll get it.” Léon walked quickly to the garage and typed in the passcode.

Soon enough, he came out with the car, and she walked to it with her bag trailing behind her. She put the bag in the trunk, got in as well, then it sped out the gate.

She sighed once more. Léon dropped her off in front of Morris’s house. It was big, but not as big as the one she used to live in.

“Hey, girl,” Morris said and grabbed her suitcase from her. “The flight is next week so you will stay with me for now, okay?”

“Okay. So Morris how pregnant am I?”

“On a scale of one to nine, two.”

Coral sighed then sat on the couch. Vivek sat beside her and threw his arm around her. “How is my girlfriend today?”

“I’m good,”

“You don’t look so good.”

“Today has been rough.”

“Too bad, just forget Nikolai. He doesn’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, Vivek is right. Nikolai is going to be sorry that he divorced you, and you are going to find out who the girl that acted as you is.”

“Then you’ll shave her bald. She does not deserve your awesome hair either,” Morris said, making Coral laugh.