Chapter 2 Two

Chapter Two

Jacob sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. In the process, dropping the divorce letters on his laps.

"What document is that?" Tom Donalds asked his grandson, Jacob's grandfather gestured at the envelope in his hands, eyeing it warrily and wondering what the content might be.

Jacob averted his gaze to the envelope clutched exposed on his thighs and immediately took them in his hands, stuffing the envelope in his briefcase.

He could no longer tell his grandfather about his intention to divorce Winnie.

"It's nothing," he said.

"Well, what do you say?"

"I'll take my leave, if you would excuse me." he replied instead, he honestly did not want to come to admit that he was helpess and had no will to reject.

"Are you off to work?"

"No, I'm off to see Winnie."

Tom's green eyes turned surprise. "Well, she's in the house. She came around earlier today and is yet to leave."

Jacob batted an eye lid in surprise. Winnie had not mentioned that she was coming over here.

"Where is she?"

"Inside your office in the house."

Jacob nodded. He wondered what she was doing there. He used to live in his grandfather's house and had his own office here. But now, he had his own house and office. He headed to the office and pushed the door open. She was there, sitting behind the desk with her arms folded across her chest. She was quite petite, 5 Ft 3 precisely. Her face was round and thin. Her blue eyes had a deep tone to it.

"My darling husband," her full red lips parted. A dark smile accompanied it. She stood up, sauntering accross the room with a big smile on her face.

"I wasn't expecting you here," she slurred from where she sat.

"I could say the same." he He hissed. She was donned in a short blue dress. She walked over to him and put her arms around him. He shrugged off her grip and turned away.

"Our marriage is over and you know it," he said sharply. His sea-green eyes portrayed his distaste for their relationship. He should have never married her. But he had done it fulfill his parents' dying wish. Now, looking back at all those years, he realized that he had made a mistake. He opened his brief case and brought out the envelope.

"Here, have this." He handed her the envelope which she reluctantly took. She tore the seal open and brought out the document. She flipped through it and at some point let on a smirk. She looked up at him. He was way taller than her, 6 Ft 2 but her personality stood as tall as he.

"You must be joking Jake," she quaked "You want a divorce? Are you kidding me?!"

She didn't seem sad. Though he didn't expect her to be. He knew that she didn't love him. All he could see from her deep blue eyes was anger and an emotion he couldn't put his hands on.

"Sign it." He snapped without bothering about what his grandfather had said. He didn't really need the wealth anyway. He could find his way financially. Besides, he was a hard worker. He would work hard to build his own wealth. His grandfather had a right to do with his wealth as he wished.

She laughed derisively. "If you think that you can just get rid of me like that, you must be a big joker," she retorted. "This marriage can only end on my terms."

"It doesn't always have to be what you want Winnie. This time I'm done."

She came closer to him again, her deep blue eyes piercing his sea-green eyes.

"I overheard your discussion with Tom," she whispered, a devious grin spreading on her face which took him by surprise.

"Don't tell me you where eavesdropping?"

"Do I need to spell it out to you?" She chuckled. "Yes. I eavesdropped on your conversation with him. If you so wanted to divorce me badly, why didn't you say anything to him?"

She was right. He should have gone on to reveal his intention to Tom. But he held back. Perhaps, the thought of losing his grandfather's wealth had for a moment gotten to him. But being in the same space with Winnie again reminded him of why he didn't want this marriage anymore.

"Besides, don't you know that Elliot is aware of Tom's plans?" A dark smile curled up her lips.

Jacob didn't like to hear of anything that concerned his step-brother, Elliot.

"He has plans to get married and bear a child. Tom's entire fortune will pass to him. Is that what you want?" She pressed.

Of course, he didn't want that. He knew exactly the kind of person Elliot and his mother were. It would be terrible to allow his parents legacy pass to them, very terrible.

"But you can't birth a child Winnie. So, even if I don't divorce you, we can't still meet my grandfather's demand." She had damaged her womb from the reckless lifestyle she had lived in college.

A smile warmed her lips, her face calm enough for someone who's marriage was at stake. He suspected she had something cooking.

"Don't worry about that darling. I have it all figured out. I have arranged for a surrogate to bear us a child. All you have to do is meet with Dr. River."

"Like I said Winnie, you don't call the shots here. I do, I am the man here."

"A man?" She spat disgustingly. "A man who can't get me pregnant? C'mon Jacob, be real for once and stop acting like a stuck up jerk!"

"Don't use that tone on me." He warned, his voice going dangerously low.

"I just did. What would you do darling husband?"

"Fuck! Fine, I'll see Dr River." He finally admitted, with his index finger pointed to her face, he warned. "Don't don't try anything funny, Winnie."

"Very well then." She stood on her toes giving him a peck on his cheek, her red lipstick sneering his tanned face.

***

Dr. River was sitting in her office patiently waiting for Jacob. When he finally arrived, she proceeded to explain things to him.

"I've found a suitable surrogate for you, Mr. Donalds," She informed, pausing to get a reaction from him. "She's young and beautiful and willing. However, according to her body system she has a 99% chance of getting pregnant immediately through sex and a 50% chance of getting pregnant through IVF."

"Does this mean I'll have to sleep with her?" He asked incredulously, the idea of getting down with a total stranger fo sit well with him.

Dr. River nodded.

"And Winnie is aware of this?" he inquired.

"Yes, she is. The surrogate is waiting for you in a luxury hotel I booked. I'll give you the details."

She flipped open a notebook on her desk and tore out a sheet of paper. She scribbled the address of the hotel on it, and also, the room number. She handed it to him and he headed out of the hospital. His next stop was the hotel.

But when he got there, he was surprised at what his mouth was left agape by the who she was.