Chapter 10 The Uninvited Visitor

"What the fuck are you doing here, Richard Weisz?!" Denver's hoarse and thick voice then flooded the entirety of his penthouse.

"Where...is...Linnea?!" Richard's voice was completely drunk, and his breath was also reeking of beer and other alcoholic beverages.

"You're drunk, dude!" says Denver as he tries to shove him away from the door and into the elevator.

"WHERE IS LINNEA?! WHERE IS MY WIFE?!"

Linnea. He called her Linnea. Wisdom was on the verge of slapping this man a hundred times if it wasn't for Denver's hand halting her to do so. His handsome eyes tell her of 'I will handle this' sort of thing.

She nodded in gratitude, 'go on then...' Her eyes seem to verbally express those words.

Wisdom stepped back, away from the sight of Richard and Denver. She went inside and put on her clothes the moment before she was drilled by the great and glorious, Denver Giordano.

"God save my soul..." was all she managed to whisper before she shut herself inside the master bedroom and wept.

***

"What the hell are you doing here, Richard?"

"Where. Is. My. Wife?!!!"

With no other choice, Denver punched him; not to assault him but to let him know that he was drunk and 'asleep' and he was on the very walls of a private establishment that Denver owned.

"You are in my penthouse!"

"You're a thief! You stole my wife from me, you son of a whore!!"

Denver's conscience was on the brink of breaking. Wisdom would never forgive him if he set loose the monster inside him so he tried to calm down all that he could.

"Wisdom is sleeping and I did not steal her from you. You left her for another woman, for her bestfriend and left her alone, grieving for the babe that had long been with the ashes..."

"That is not true. I loved her and we only had a little misunderstanding. She will come back to me!!"

Denver sighed, taking a hold of that last thread of calmness before he burst into fury. "You were divorced weeks ago. She freely chose to be with me and with me only."

"You son of a bi-"

Before Richard's fist would land on his face, three men in uniforms-his personal security team-had managed to restrain him and take him into the elevator.

Denver gave his men a tight nod as if to say to 'take them away from my sight'.

In a minute or two, he watched the elevator go down and, finally, his penthouse was now in silence again.

He grabbed himself a glass of brandy and fixed himself before knocking on the master bedroom.

"Wisdom?"

No one answered. He grabbed the keys and opened it slowly.

There, in a crimson couch, she was lying on her stomach, Her hair was untied and her whole face was covered with it. Her hair was wet, courtesy of the tears she had just released when he was restraining Richard from entering and taking her away from him.

"Wisdom?"

She was asleep. She was wearing nothing beneath the bathrobe except for her skin only.

Denver could see her breasts nearly popping out due to her bathrobe wasn't tied tightly. He smiled. But he would not touch her now again. Not yet.

Denver likes his women responsive and he wouldn't like to bed a sleeping woman with him on top and her at the bottom of his, snoring.

"Sleep, sweet Wisdom." He then carried her to the silver-colored bed and laid her gently to avoid her waking up.

"Sweet dreams, my honey bee..." Denver then gives her a soft kiss on the head before sauntering to the shower and letting the water wash away all that happened before he stepped inside the bathroom.

***

"Where am I?" Those were the first words of Richard as he opened his eyes and only saw one color that is dominant in this room: white.

"You're in a spare condominium unit. You're lucky I did not leave you to be wet and cold outside where it rained heavily..."

Richard rubbed his eyes and blinked once, then twice.

"I want to talk to Wisdom," he demanded.

Denver just shook his head. "She's still sleeping in my bed."

Richard's throat bobbed. Denver's eyes narrowed, challenging.

"Please, I just want to say something to her."

Denver sighed. He then gave the man a pen and paper instead. "Write down what you want to say. I will give it to her as soon as she wakes up. Meanwhile, your breakfast is already here."

A woman in maid uniform laid down the breakfast tray in front of Richard just beside the pen and paper.

"Eat. Then you can leave your note in there and drive home to your lover, to Francine Cabello and never return."

Richard jerked his head and met Denver's piercing stare.

Without any choice, Richard did what the man told him. He will be allowed to be a mouse as of this moment. If this man was not a rich and powerful man and their company founder, he could be punching him to the ground by now and watch him gasp for breath and cling onto him for mercy. But Richhard seems to be the one clinging for mercy in which he was lucky to be given.

"Tell her also that I have indeed loved her," Denver accepted the ring that Richard handed to him.

"Give that to her and tell her that she can keep our rings..." After a minute or two of writing, he stood and decided to just walk away when the face of Wisdom Linnea Weisz beamed at the two men.

***

Wisdom's head was heavy. She could still feel the flowing tears on her face last night.

'God, did I just weep over for Richard?!' She mused as she went to the spare room Denver said that he will be.

She heard his voice. "He's still here?" Wisdom asked herself.

Wisdom frowned. She knew that voice. The voice that belonged to the man that she was married to weeks ago, before they got a divorce.

When she opened the door of the spare condominium unit, Wisdom was right.

Richard was still here. And most astonishing of all is Denver was in front of him, talking and probably negotiating.

"Wisdom."

"Richard."

Denver just watched the two stare at each other as if it had been years they haven't met face to face.

"Wisdom, honey..." Denver said, making Richard whipped his head to him, then to Wisdom.

"You two are together?" Richard asked.

"Ye-"

"We're engaged." It was Denver who proudly declared to him and to the whole room, even when the people inside are only him, Richard, and Wisdom.

Before Wisdom could protest, Denver gave her a kiss-on the lips. It was soft and not passionate; more like a morning kiss but a bit heavier than that.

Wisdom parted her lips first and saw Richard storm outside. All she could hear was the sound of the elevator going down by now.

"There you go, he's gone..." Denver then went to the couch and sat. Wisdom picked the note and just stared at the breakfast that wasn't touched even for a second by Richard.

"Why did you do that?" Wisdom gave Denver an unpleasant glare.

"You said you never want to see him again?"

"But you don't have to kiss me."

"Don't I?"

Wisdom just sighed in answer.

"You're my hired wife, remember?" Denver insisted once more and gave the ring to Wisdom.

"He said to keep it. He's pretty much a dramatic, innocent-playing asshole, isn't he?"

"I know. It's just that..." She sighed again and roamed her eyes around the room, "...Never mind."

Denver then went beside her and hugged her as if she was some real wife of this billionaire; shoving the fact that she was only a contracted wife and paid to act as one.