Chapter 1 MY BIRTHDAY GIFT

CHAPTER 1

MY BIRTHDAY GIFT

Sophia's POV

I slumped into the bed like a helpless orphan as soon as I placed Jaydon into his crib. Just one month into motherhood, but the stress was weighing me down like it's been two years of raising triplets. I was completely oblivious of the fact that I was still putting on sandals until I heard a dinge on my phone.

"Fuck! Can't someone rest for at least a minute?" I muttered angrily to myself as my peaceful sleep got disrupted by the call. Before my hand could reach the phone, the call had ended, and immediately, a message beep followed suit.

"Meet me at the Crescent Lounge, room 105, by 4:00 pm," the message read. It was from Frank.

I raised my eyes to the wall, and they met with the ticking clock, which was at the fourteenth hour already. Jaydon was sound asleep due to the high temperature he ran and excess cry he did since he was given the immunization.

Should I be happy or sad? Today is my twenty-fifth birthday, and the one person I was hoping to get a birthday wish from, expecting it to come along with unforgettable kisses, didn't even take a second look at my face before he left for work in the morning. Without hesitation, I called Frank's line to suggest an indoor celebration, due to Jaydon's health, but the phone rang till the end with no one picking up.

After trying relentlessly for five times, my faint smile faded, allowing my face to finally welcome a frown when I called for the sixth time and heard that the number was switched off.

"Well, I'm sure he's planning a surprise party for me," a convincing voice in me struck my thought, and I shrugged, dismissing every negative thought that was sprouting in my imagination.

I already knew that Frank can never forget my birthday! For the two years I've been with him, my birthday has always been an unforgettable day in our lives.

"Alice!" I screamed the nanny's name and gave her instructions on how to take care of Jaydon before I returned.

"Wow! You look really gorgeous, ma'am," the nanny complimented my dress with a smile, and I just imagined how Frank's eyes would be caught up at my seductive features once he sights me.

At exactly 3:50 pm, I was at the enormous building called the Crescent Lounge because I know how Frank hates it whenever someone is late to an appointment. I couldn't help myself from blushing at the first sight of the lounge, which one need not be told that only the elites can afford a meal in such a lounge, not to talk of a room. Well, that's one thing I love about Frank: he can spend even his last penny to put a smile on my face.

For more than fifteen minutes, I stood at the door and knocked without getting a response.

"What the hell is going on! Am I in the wrong room?" I muttered after a futile attempt to turn the doorknob of the silent room.

Drenched in disappointment after knocking for thirty minutes without getting any response, I turned to take my leave, but my steps were halted when I heard the loud sound of a door closing from inside, followed by the intensive laughter of two people.

At that moment, I knew I was in the wrong room, so I tried calling Frank to confirm the room number. Maybe he mistook a figure in the first message he sent to me, but his line was still switched off.

Taking a deep breath to relax my mind before leaving, my ears perked up when I heard the woman's scrupulous moans as the man slammed into her.

"Oh, I love that baby. Do it harder, Frank! Awww, I need it harder Frank!" The lady moaned.

"What? Did I just hear her mention Frank?" My brows creased as my heart sank. I waited to hear the man speak, but I never heard his voice.

If Frank didn't make a mistake in the room number, does it mean he's the one having that fun? But why would he invite me to the same hotel room that he's hosting another woman?

Several conflicting thoughts flooded my head, but I didn't allow the negative thoughts to ruin my happy mood. Besides, Frank is not an uncommon name, so there's every possibility that it's a different Frank in there. Nevertheless, I was a bit upset because that could have been me and my lovely husband, having the best of fun. I had made up my mind to give it to him in all styles on that large hotel sofa before we returned home, but I ended up being disappointed.

As soon as I returned home, I went straight to Frank's home office. I remember seeing an expensive jewelry box in his drawer when I was cleaning the room yesterday.

"What?" My brows furrowed when I couldn't find the jewelry box again.

"Isn't he supposed to give it to me on my birthday?" I thought to myself and slammed the door, feeling disappointed.

Just as I walked past the door, a knock on it vibrated the room. Frank is back.

I made sure to fake a little frown on my face before getting the door so that he'll know how mad I am at him, but my frown dissipated when I opened the door and saw how Frank's face was glowing with a smile, concealing the stress he must have passed through at the office.

"Happy birthday, Mrs. Lorenzo. I got this for you," he said, presenting me with the exact jewelry box I saw yesterday.

"Awwww, thanks, sweetheart. I know that you'll always be the best husband." I said as I blushed, running into his arms while my lips quickly located his for a sharp kiss, but Frank turned his face abruptly, avoiding the collision of our lips.

"Open your gifts, first," he said while staring directly into my eyes as he held his briefcase with one hand and the other in his pocket.

Joyfully, I opened the box gently, but my smile slowly got replaced with a deepening frown when I saw a neat envelope inside the box instead of the diamond jewelry.

"Frank, what is this?" I asked with an inquisitive look, my voice barely above a whisper.

Frank only nodded with his head, signalling me to open the envelope in my hands instead of asking questions. And as gentle as a scolded child, I unsealed the document with mixed feelings.

"What! Y–you're divorcing me, Frank Williams?" I stammered , screaming his full name for the first time in two years.

"Yeah, that's my birthday gift to you. Sign it and get out of my life," he said coldly as he peered at me without remorse.

At first, my breath ceased, and I felt my body turning stiff as if a bucket of cold water was poured on me.

"No, Frank! What have I done to deserve this, please? You can't do this to us!" I whimpered as the cold, salty liquid rolled down my cheeks.

"Us? There's no us, Sophia. Please, don't waste my time." He said coldly and pushed me to the floor as he made his way into the house.