The Next Wife

"Get out of this house, woman!" Fred Maklaw, the 32-year-old man barked at his wife, Mina Maklaw.

"Excuse me?" She huffed, getting to her feet from the vanity's chair.

Mina wasn't as surprised as ever because whether or not she admitted it or affirmed it to be true, she could tell that this was going to happen someday but she didn't expect it to be today.

Fred had just burst the door open by pushing it with an audacious force, storming towards her then stopped only a few feet away from her, and just hollered his whole life out at her.

He furiously held her by her arm and started to storm out of her room, dragging her roughly with him.

"Fred," she cried, "you're hurting me."

Fred didn't reck to hearken to her voice which was as equal as infuriating and killing to him. He was only interested in getting her out of his sight, house and mostly his life.

He tugged her all the way down the stairs then took quick steps to the door in which one step was equal to three of her steps so she had to run to catch up.

"You know you need to calm down and stop this drama." Mina spoke convincingly. Desperation was evident in her deep voice. She was as desperate as ever to stop him from throwing her out of the house.

The doors were already open widely so he easily pulled her forward and pushed her out of his mansion.

Mina lost her balance and harshly fell to the floor of the vestibule. With her so-called smartness, she was quick enough to prevent her forehead from smashing to the floor.

Her elbows and knees got bruised due to the friction on sliding against the floor.

She sharply turned her head to Fred. She had flown off the handle already and wasn't going with her pretence nature this time.

Getting to her feet, her body ached like hell from Fred's roughness on her.

"How dare you throw me out of 'my house'?!" She roared, advancing towards Fred that was boiling and mentally calculating what was the next step to take.

"You're so unbelievable. Your house?" He spat. A vein popped on his neck as his chest rose and fell to further express his furiousness, as well as the intense crumpling of his forehead.

"No matter how much you might or might not hate me, the sweetest part of it all is that I'm still your legally married wife." Mina permitted a shit-eating smirk to play on her lips, jamming her hands to her hips.

"Why the fuck are you sending me out this time? Be precise, please." Her question was something she ought not to ask, knowing fully well that if there were to be a list of the possible things that resulted to this, it could amount to an entire book as big as a book containing everything there needed to be known about Physics.

"You definitely didn't ask me that question right now, did you?" He said rhetorically, with a snort.

"I'm fed up with you and I don't want you in my life. You'll just end me if I remain with you." He spoke venomously.

"Not only are you unable to bear a child after five years that we've been together, you're a really terrible person to be with and you're ruining my reputation, my business as well as my life!" He latrated.

"No, no, wait. What?!" She exclaimed. "Scratch that shit, we're both aware of the fact that I'm totally fit and able to carry a child."

- "why then have you aborted about seven of them or even more?" He groaned frustratedly through gritted teeth

"Oh, you found that out too?" She forced a smile. Fred couldn't tell whether she was angry or excited or whatever emotion it was she was feeling but one thing he was sure of, Mina was damn crazy.

"Well, I don't think I want to carry those little demons in my belly for 9 whole fucking months. Geez, that's torture." She sounded so serious.

Fred raked his fingers through his hair and bit his lower lip intently that it was almost at the point of bleeding.

"Just leave, now!" He ordered.

"I'm going nowhere." She retorted.

He couldn't take it anymore. She just had to leave or the last screw of his brain was going to lose.

Fred called for his guards and ordered them to take her out of the house, never to let her step foot in his house again.

"Fred, I promise you that you'll never find a new wife!" She yelled as they held her arms.

She threw her legs in the air as they lifted her from her feet, taking her away.

"No one will cope with your stupid self. You'll run back to me, I promise you. I'll come back to you, no matter what!" She continued to yell on the top of her lungs.

Fred fell to the floor, sitting on the floor nonchalantly.

He felt relief wash over him.

Mina was finally gone. Was this real or was it just a dream? He wondered to himself.

He let out a chuckle, then another, then another before bursting out into laughter.

He laughed so hard that his eyes watered and he had to lay on his back on the floor with his hands on his stomach as he laughed so hard.

He was finally free from her. What a testimony?

What he had to do was to make it legal, divorce her. Then, find a new woman to wife, a better one that wasn't a demoness.

"Good morning." Jeremy Hem, Fred's personal assistant/Manager greeted him over the phone.

"What do you have to say?" He replied crankily, getting into his room from the balcony that was extended from his room.

"You're to meet Miss Jayda Black this afternoon." He informed him.

"Okay, so?" Fred replied uninterestedly with a shrug, knowing fully well that Jeremy couldn't see him shrug.

"Okay? So? Is that seriously what you're going to say?" Jeremy barked. "You're really crazy, man."

If you're wondering why he was being so insultive to his so-called boss, it wasn't a big deal.

Jeremy and Fred were childhood friends. Fred didn't know exactly what position to give him in his company because Jeremy mostly did everything for him. Not necessarily everything, but he did a lot of things for Fred and he was really grateful about that.

Jeremy and Fred were like brothers from different mothers. They shared their secrets with each other and were always there for each other since they were very little children.

"I know. Anyways, where am I to meet her?" Fred chuckled silently.

"I'll text you the address. If you arrive late, I swear I'll kill you." He threatened.

Fred only rolled his eyes and hung up on him, throwing his phone to his bed.

Today was going to be a long day for him. He was totally certain about that.

***

Seth Jones, one of Fred's drivers drove him to the address Jeremy had texted him.

It was a coffee shop. Geez, how much he hated coffee, she decided to meet him at a coffee shop?

Getting out of his car, he held his phone and envelope in his hand and slid his free hand into his sweatpant's pocket.

He got into the shop then scanned the whole place for Jayda.

From her back view alone, he could tell she was the one.

He cleared his throat then walked proudly to her.

"Good afternoon, Jayda." He greeted, snapping her out of her thoughts pool as she flinched.

"Oh, Fred." Jayda forced a smile. She stood to her feet then extended her hand for a handshake because she just felt it was important.

Fred reluctantly took his hand out of his pocket and accepted her handshake with a small smile on his lips.

"How're today?" He said and elevated his smile to a grin which helped in advertising his beautiful dimples.

"I'm really good, you?" Jayda was quite nervous but she certainly hid it with a smile.

"I'm good as well."

Fred couldn't help but notice and admire how hot and dashing she looked.

Jayda was dressed in a black, knee-length dress that hugged her body and showcased her curves pretty well.

Jayda had bold grey eyes, long eyelashes, thin lips that were colored with magenta purple lipstick. She had to crane her neck upwards to stare directly into the eyes of the 6 feet three inches Fred Maklaw. She had an average height.

She had her seat after Fred sat on the seat opposite to hers which was separated by the table in front of them.

"It's really nice to meet you again, woman." Fred started, making sure to sound so mocking.

Jayda gulped, not in fear but in annoyance.

Jayda and Fred had met two years back, in a club.

Jayda was ready to wash away her pain after her harsh breakup with her boyfriend whom she had been in a relationship with for three years. He had cheated on her with the woman they had lived with, claiming for her to have been his sister.

Jayda had gotten herself totally drunk that night whilst Fred had gotten himself totally drunk as well because he was frustrated by Mina.

Mina had taken a very huge amount of money from him, insulted Fred's business man, thereby making him lose a very huge opportunity from the man, then she had left for six months, only to return with her clothes torn, with a few people that were threatening to beat her up if he didn't give them a certain amount of money.

Fred and Jayda accidentally had a one-night stand with each other since they were totally drunk.

When they had woken up the next morning, they had gotten into a long argument before he dropped some amount of money for her.

Jayda was still mad at him though but they were able to resolve their fight after meeting a few more times after that.

Fred had officially divorced Mina but he was pressured by his younger sister, Cora, to get married as soon as possible because time wasn't going to wait for him.

Through the help of Jeremy, Fred had met Jayda once again, who had agreed to sign a contract to get married to him, on the account that she was going to be given a total sum of 1.5 billion dollars.

Common, how was she going to think twice before doing that?

Jayda had decided to be alone, mostly because she didn't find any man. Not like there weren't tons of men that were dying to have her as theirs, she just wasn't taking a step or even ready for that even though she was already 30 years old.

Freya Winter, Jayda's best friend, had advised her to go on with the marriage after Fred proposed the deal to her.

Plus, Jayda knew that there was no one else to help Samantha Black, her sick mother, with her treatment as well as drugs, foods and things she needed to stay healthy.

"Are you sure you're ready to go on with this?" Fred asked Jayda that was totally lost in her thoughts.

She simply nodded positively.

Fred took the documents of the contract out of the envelope he had with him then handed it over to Jayda.

'Am I really ready to do this?' Jayda thought to herself.

She shifted in her chair then collected a pen from Fred.

She started to look through it.

"What?" Fred said suddenly and Jayda sharply looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What, how?"

"I mean, do you seriously have to read every single word before you sign it? Are you scared?" He chuckled mockingly.

"Scared? No way." She replied gruffly with a quick roll of her eyes. " It's not some child's play so I have to read every single bit of it. Just stay calm till I'm done, okay?" She declared.

Fred rolled his eyes then brought his phone to his face.

While Jayda read and signed on each page, Fred got busy on his phone; responding to his emails, replying messages and sorting things out till she was done.

"I'm done with it." She announced, dropping the pen on the document.

Fred took the pen as well as the document then returned it into the envelope.

"I'll send you the photo copies." He informed her. Jayda nodded then placed her sweaty palms on her lap.

"So, we'll decide the date of the wedding?" She inquired.

Fred nodded, "yes, it'll be very soon. I'll let you know." He smirked.

Wedding, here we come!

***

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Jayda and Fred had gotten married.

Tonight, being their wedding night, they were heading to Fred's home.

Jayda had gone to say one last goodbye to her mother who couldn't stop her endless tears even after she left. Samantha was so excited that her daughter was finally getting married despite her lack of interest in men after Charles, her ex-boyfriend, broke up with her. Not to mention that she got married to the hottest billionaire in America.

Samantha's joy knew no bounds.

Freya, being the most adorable best friend of Jayda, had volunteered to stay with Samantha for the weekend so she could have someone to keep her company.

The car that conveyed Fred and Jayda had been decorated with flowers around it and was driving slowly.

The duo were so silent throughout the drive as they stared at the windows by their sides of the car while it zoomed past different places.

Fred was eager to start a discussion but that didn't seem to be anything close to what Jayda was eager to do at the moment so he gave up to save that for later.

Mark Pluto, Fred's driver, other than Seth, finally pulled into the driveway of the gigantic compound.

Fred got out of the car and Jayda also helped herself out of the car, despite struggling with her wedding gown.

She was truly amazed by the gigantic mansion that stood in front of her.

'Wait, is this really where I'll be living?' She wondered to herself.

"Will you stop staring open-mouthed and get your ass right inside the house?" Fred snapped, bringing her to the realisation of the fact that her eyes and mouth were in agape.

She cleared her throat then shifted weirdly before rumpling a large portion of her gown in her hands.

"Hello?" Jayda called after Fred that was just walking hastily into the house, walking way faster than she could catch up, also due to her high heels.

He turned to her with his bright blue eyes boring into her bold grey eyes then gruffly responded, "what?" He forced himself to prevent taking a quick roll of his eyes.

"What?" She repeated as a frown found its way to crumple her forehead. "For your information, it's hard for me to walk in this dress and heels, I don't know the way in this house but you're just storming like you happened to meet someone you've been holding a grudge against for 65 years."

A smile pinched the corner of his lips but he only rolled his eyes.

"Come on." He extended his hand for her to accept it.

She rolled her eyes as well then slowly walked to him, placing her warm hand in his and it fitted perfectly.

He gently placed a long kiss on her neck before proceeding to the main doors.

He had the doors opened then got in with his newly wedded bride.

"Wow!" She muttered to herself as her eyes scanned the whole living room. "This is beautiful." She acknowledged.

The whole living room was thrice as big as the whole of her old house where she had lived with her mother (exaggeration though).

It had freshly cleaned black tiles with five soundly proud black sofas that sat confidently at the center of the living room with a Spanish center table at their center, and a 65-inch television hung on the wall.

There were about seven white rugs on the floors for some reason, with three large windows on each wall with heavy black curtains along with white curtains between the two black curtains on each window.

Towards the back of the sofas, there was an exorbitant dining table with eight chairs surrounding it.

Beautiful paintings were hung on the walls as well as Fred's pictures with empty frames which Fred had intentionally left for Jayda's pictures as well as their wedding pictures.

"Will you keep on staring at the house or will you let us get to our room? I'm so stressed out after all the stress I went through today." He informed her.

She stared at him for a few seconds without a word before nodding.

He held her hand again then led her up the curved stairs to the floor above this one.

She was slowing him down but he managed to be patient with her, mentally calculating that he was still going to arrive there anyways.

Fred led her to their room then unlocked the door.

Jayda quickly ran to the bed that was decorated with flowers and plopped herself onto the soft, comfy, relaxing bed.

Fred walked over to her then sat by the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes and suit.

"Won't you freshen up?" He asked reluctantly.

"I will." She simply muttered.

Jayda suddenly appeared in front of him and that startled the hell out of him.

"Wha– how did you get here?"

"Help me get my zip down." She requested, ignoring his question then he obediently helped her with pulling the zip.

She grabbed a towel and a nightgown from her part of the wardrobes that contained a new set of clothes and other things for her, then headed to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, she was done in the bathroom then headed back to their bed after following her night skincare routine.

Fred had used a different bathroom and was now in only his sweatpants.

Jayda couldn't help staring at his hot muscular body, his well-defined abs. It was just like the ones of the male models that advertised themselves in daily magazines. She also noticed a scar by his side and another on his tricep.

He chuckled when he caught her staring at him.

"What? Do you expect me to just 'not stare' when I see a sexy body?" She hissed then plopped herself on to the bed, covering herself with a duvet as she rested her head on two soft pillows.

"Hey! What're you doing?" Fred barked.

She glared at him with a 'what the hell?' expression. "I know you're not blind so you should be able to tell that I'm going to sleep."

"Sleep? On our wedding night? No way!" He shook his head excessively, already feeling all grumpy.

She laughed so hard before managing to speak, "please don't tell me you're expecting us to get intimate tonight?" She inquired.

"Of course!" He snapped, furrowing his eyebrows.

She changed her stance to a seated position then crawled to him before placing her hands on his shoulders.

"You can't just get intimate with someone you don't love yet. We barely know each other, even. Let's give each other a little bit more time to avoid future regrets." She said as she made him lay on the bed then covered him with a duvet.

"What?!" He barked. "Future regrets in what way?!'

"Shh." She placed her index finger on his lips then sank herself on to the bed, beside him, also covering her body with a duvet.

"You're definitely not doing this to me!" He continued to shout like he was being tortured by extreme criminals because he felt more than tortured at the moment.

"Of course, I am. I do what I want." She said with every stench of a mocking tone then giggled continuously. She was enjoying how the sound of his desperation felt and it was one of the funniest things in the world (to her). The whole mighty Fred Maklaw was acting like a crybaby because of her.

She snuggled closer to him then planted a long soothing kiss on his cheek.

'What is this woman? A drama queen?' He thought to himself.

She wrapped her arms around him then placed her head on his bare chest as she drifted into the realm of sleep.

Fred felt like he was going crazy as his head was throbbing confusedly. He hoped he hadn't gotten himself into another round of trouble, another round of Mina.