Contract Marriage; Fated Love

What will become of her? It was true that Noah had disappeared and that she was alone in the marriage, but the two years wasn’t over yet. She couldn’t abort the baby. No. This was her first child and was going to be her pride.

Emily spent the coming days in deep thought.

“What am I going to do? I do not know the father of this baby. And I am married,” she asked herself everyday. Finally, a brilliant idea occurred to her.

Divorce!

Yes. That was the answer. She had signed a contract that she would do nothing to tarnish the Harper’s family image. Getting pregnant out of wedlock will go a long way to dent the family image. She went inside and drafted a divorce agreement. She asked for nothing. She didn’t want anything. She only wanted to leave the marriage.

Noah was seated in his office going through some files. Noah moved out of USA to get away and cut all ties with Emily. He despised her and went very far away from her and all thoughts relating to her. His secretary, Mr Yates knocked carefully and entered.

“Good day sir. You have a confidential mail,” he announced.

Noah raised his head and looked at him.

“Office mail?” he asked coldly.

“No sir. It’s a private and personal mail,” the secretary replied.

“Okay. I will check it right away,” he answered, dismissing the secretary.

Noah took out his phone and opened his mail box. Truly, there was a mail.

‘DIVORCE AGREEMENT’

The caption read. He swallowed hard and read it all.

“What??? How dare she divorce me? When the two years isn’t over? Has she gone nuts?” he shouted.

He quickly sent for his secretary who showed up instantly.

“Make the necessary arrangements and book me the first flight tomorrow to US,” he ordered.

“But sir, you have four meetings scheduled for tomorrow,” Mr Yates reminded him.

“Postpone them all,” he said flatly.

“Again sir? The meeting has been postponed twice already.”

Noah’s face turned red in anger.

“What? Are we debating on this issue?” he thundered.

“I am sincerely sorry sir. Pardon me. I overstepped my boundaries,” Mr Yates apologized bowing low.

“I will deduct half of your next salary bonus. That will teach you to behave,” Noah said with a tone of finality. Mr Yates’s face fell. He hadn’t known when he blurted that out. He was only concerned. Now, he had lost half of his mouth watering bonus. He quickly left to book the flight.

The following morning met Noah at the US airport. He had just landed. He entered his car and his driver drove straight home. He opened the door and the servants greeted in unison,

“Good morning, Young Master.”

“Where is Emily?” he asked, his eyes brewing fire.

“We…haven’t seen her, master,” one volunteered to speak for others.

“What do you mean by you have not seen her?” Noah thundered, the last bit of his patience threatening to snap at any moment.

“Sir… sir…” the servant stammered, too scared to speak.

“Can you answer me?” Noah probed further.

“Sir, …. we seldom meet her at home. We only come in… the morning after she had left for work and leave before she returns sir,” the servant finally mustered courage to speak.

Noah stormed out of the house filled with rage.

“Drive to Kim’s Enterprise,” he instructed the driver.

Kim’s Enterprise was one of his subsidiary firms. That was where Emily worked. He had offered her employment there.

“Yes sir,” the driver said and reversed the car.

Noah’s presence at Kim’s Enterprise surprised all the employees. They quickly set to work harder and better than before. They couldn’t risk it.

“Good morning President Noah,” each employee he came across greeted with a low bow. But Noah didn’t spare even a glance at any of them. With a dreadful look on his face, he took the elevator to the third floor. He went to Emily’s supposed office.

The manager stood up with a start.

“Pre… president Noah!” he stammered.

“Where is Emily?” he queried the manager.

“She tendered her resignation a few days ago, sir,” the manager replied.

“Huh?” Noah screamed grabbing the manager by the neck.

“And how dare you? How could you let her resign? Why? Are you crazy?” he yelled nearly chocking the poor manager.

The poor fellow could barely breathe but he knew better than ignoring president Noah.

“I … I… am… sorry.. Sir,” he struggled to say.

“You are fired,” Noah said releasing him and letting him fall to the ground like a pack of crumpled cards.

“Oh! Master Noah! President Noah! have mercy on me,” the manager fell on his knees and pleaded.

Noah glared at him and he kept mute at once. Noah thought for a while. He did not have Emily’s contact and there was no way he could reach her. He never bothered to have her phone number in their one and half years of marriage. He had been too disgusted and angry with her to think of that. He wanted to cut all ties with her. He looked at the manager on the floor and said,

“I will only give you one grace. Find me Emily’s contact information and I will forgive you.”

“Thank you sir,” the manager said and sprang up immediately. He knocked his foot on a table but he didn’t mind. He was running to the personnel department for Emily’s information.

He showed up two minutes later with everything. Noah took it and walked away.

“I will definitely find you, you idiot. You dare to divorce me. I will murder you,” Noah cursed as he went back to the car. He dailed her number but she was too fast. She had stopped using the number. He searched for her email and it was also non existent. What??? This was the very email that had sent the divorce papers.

“Drive back home,” Noah instructed the driver again.

Once he was home, Noah laid off all the household servants.

“Emily has no where to go. She will definitely come back home,” he thought. But how wrong he was. A year and half was enough to make Emily stronger. He walked up the stairs and to her former room.

He saw all the clothes he bought for her in the wardrobe. She has really taken nothing of his. But, her bags and all that belonged to her was gone. He had been a bit too late. Emily had fled.