Chapter 4 WHO TO BELIEVE

IVAN POV.

"A divorce," I exclaimed, she finally had the nerve to let me go. I know I should be celebrating, I have always wanted to be free from her but now, it feels like if she leaves I might feel empty.

I can't believe she was the one who saved me. That night when I thought she would die, I swore to take care of her but I was too naive and deceived. .

I hated her because I thought she was the one who left me to die but now I look at it, the one who had refused to save me, the one who left me and ran away was Catherine.

"Ivan," I heard my name being called, turning to find Catherine. "Ivan, she slapped me, she mocked you, she said a homeless man was better than you, how come you are doing nothing," Catherine's annoying cry comes in.

Normally I would do anything to stop her but now, I feel angry at her. "Why did you lie to me?" I calmly asked.

"What do you mean by that Ivan?" Catherine asked. "You were not the one who saved me that night, were you?" I questioned.

"Of course I did," she lied, her words getting on my nerves. "Before you pass out, you gave me something, what was it?" I inquired.

"Are you playing the locks with me now," she argued. "Answer me," I yelled, getting impatient.

But now I look into her eyes, I see the truth, she knows nothing, she wasn't the one. I thought I owed her my life but it was never her.

"I love you Ivan, and yes, I didn't save you, if I had known it was you, I would have?"

"Get out," I ordered, cutting her off before she could complete her statement. "Claire saved me and didn't care who I was, you left, when things were still simple, when you still had the chance, you left, get out," I roared.

"Ivan," She calls desperately. "I will give you a place to stay but just two weeks, sort yourself out after that," I muttered, signaling Kelvin to take her out.

My thoughts now were seeing Claire, wanting an explanation as to why she never told me but then did I ever give her a chance, I hated her, thinking she left me.

"Now she hates me," I mumbled. "Sir," my attention was called, with one of my men turning the TV on.

I saw Claire on the podium, looking straight at the cameras. With a bold face, she had disowned her own family.

I never knew her to be this bold, what had happened to her? "Find Claire, I want her exact location," I ordered, watching him leave with a nod.

"She is just getting home Sir," I was informed. Just after getting off the phone with my grandfather.

"I didn't hear the car come in," I muttered. "Sorry sir, I meant her villa, she instructed Kelvin to drive her there," he explained.

"Get the car ready," I instructed, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. For some reason I was disappointed, I wanted her here, and I was now eager to get to know her.

And with my grandfather's news, it was urgent she was here and not in her villa. "Drive faster," I ordered, almost yelling at him.

Finally, at the door, I rang the doorbell, numerous times. There was no security, no maid, how could she leave like this?

"Why do I care?" I thought, nervously wondering why she wasn't answering. When I couldn't wait any further, I opened the door, going in to find loud music playing and dancing while cooking in the kitchen.

The scent was quite wonderful, drawing me in and making my mouth water. My soon-to-be ex-wife had yet to notice my presence, not until I was so close to her, that she screamed.

An ear-piercing scream, her voice louder than the song. And there it was, the instant hatred in her eyes, something that now bothers me.

I was surprised that even with the hatred, she still served me, although not failing to remind me of the stupid things I did in the past.

"Do you hate me so much that you need a reason why you have to stay with me?" I asked when she was adamant about having a reason to return.

"The past you would be happy about this invitation," I mutter. "The past me is dead, probably died after the accident you planned," she snapped.

"You can't just do that?" She muttered, standing up at once. "You can't just come here and act like things are normal like you didn't do anything like you didn't try killing the old Claire, or the way you treated her for the past three years of our marriage," she began, making me wonder why she regarded herself as the old Claire.

"Because of the way you treated her, it affected how other did, she was treated badly by her own staff, suffer from food poisoning that was done on purpose, she was mocked openly till she have to fire them, which made the whole public hate her more because they believe the lies her workers told rather than wanting to know what happened,"

"As if that wasn't enough, she had to deal with her crappy family, trying to please them, trying to reduce the guilt so she doesn't blame herself for killing her mother, something that won't have happened if she hadn't save you that night," she yelled, the pain in her voice as she spoke.

"So unless there is a real reason why you want me back into your miserable house, don't come here, you are not welcome here, you would never be welcome here, the new Claire hates you, so get the fuck off my property, and let's wait the one month," she finishes, her voice filled with anger and hate.

"Grandfather is coming back, I figure if we are to pretend for this one month, we would need to stay together," I informed, finally giving her the information she wanted.

"If so, then you are moving into my place," she stated. "Your house reminds me of the past, lly don't want it showing subconsciously how much I hate you, especially when your grandfather is there, if we are to do this, then we do it my way," She demanded.

"Bold," I muttered. "I know, it's giving my rebirth," She snapped.

"So we better do it my way or we don't do it at all," She threatened, a threat I knew she meant.

"So what is it going to be?" She asked, her hands folded, waiting for my reply.