Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 103

ice Affai

Hey, the voice greeted from his end.

What is it. Thomas?” Noth asked, his resonant low voice laced with subtle anger. “Why are you calling this early What’s the matter?*

Whoa, bello to you too. Why have you not been answering try calls?” Thommes fired back.

“Busy. I was busy.” Noah chimed in.

“Your wife wants to see me,” Thomas said, his voice low and calm.

“Brenda wants to see you?” Noah asked rhetorically and let out a low cynical chuckle.

“Concerning the divorce.”

“I thought as much,” Noah whispered “Why are you telling me? You know I’m not scared of any new trick she has up her sleeves.”

“Figured you should know. As your lawyer and best pal.”

Noah sighed deeply into the phone, “Thank you, Thomas.

“My pleasure,” Thomas replied. “Go back to sleep. Surely, you have a long day ahead.

“You know me too well. Goodbye, my friend.”

Thomas hung up, and Noah dropped his phone on the table. His eyes swept across the room to face the beautiful redhead sleeping peacefully.

He ran his finger through his hair, and his eyes moved back to the window.

The soft glow of the morning’s first light has appeared above the horizon.

The metallic brown door opened slightly, revealing Thomas dressed in an all black tailored suit and a briefcase swinging loosely in his hand. As he walked into Brenda’s living room, her eyes and that of her lawyer’s, immediately darted to his direction, watching him walk towards them.

Thomas strode in quietly, positioning his golden rimmed mini frame eye glasses to stay on the edge of his nose, his eyes on Brenda. Strands of his shiny wet–look neck–length hair fell slowly on his face, and he used his hand to rake them back, but a few strands fell back.

“Good morning, Mr. Leicester…,” he glanced at the lawyer.

“Stone,” Leicester said. “Leicester Stone.”

“Thank you,” his eyes swept over to Brenda, who had a small smile tugging at her lips. “And Mrs. Brenda Cross. I apologize for my act of unpunctuality. I was in a meeting

Leicester opened his mouth to say something, but before the words were formed, Brenda chimed in.

“Apologies taken. Have your seat.” she gestured towards the single cushion across from where she sat with Leicester.

Thomas took the seat and straightened out his tailored trousers. “Thank you.”

“Let’s head straight to why we are here. I have an important meeting and I can’t afford any more time wastage.” Leicester said, opening the brown leather briefcase he came with. He brought out a few pieces of paper and laid

25 Bonus

them on the table.

“What are these?” Thomas asked, genuinely curious

“Documents issued by the court. Your client has openly declared that he wants to divorce my client. My client gave her consent but on one condition.”

“That the assets be shared equally?” Thomas finished Leicester’s sentence and chuckled. “Where are your client’s prenuptial agreement papers?”

“Prenup… what even is that?” Brenda asked, feigning ignorance.

Thomas shook his head, “A prenuptial agreement, or prenup, is a legal contract signed by a couple before they get married. It outlines how assets and debts will be divided in case of divorce or the death of one spouse.” he answered calmly.

“In other words?” Brenda asked again, glancing back and forth between Leicester and Thomas.

Thomas brows knitted in confusion, “Prenuptial agreement specifies how assets are shared in the case of divorce.”

Leicester cleared his throat loudly, “I knew you were going to try and pull that trick off your sleeve. Have you ever heard of the Equitable Distribution Law in Florida? It states that those assets identified as parts of the martial estate are divided equitably by the court in a divorce.” Leicester said, staring at Thomas, who wore an unreadable expression.

A wide smile spread across Brenda’s face.

“Are you done?” Thomas asked Leicester, who nodded. “Well, the law also states that the division is not done 50/ 59 but rather the court will treat each ex–spouse fairly and equitably, and lest we forget,” he turned to Brenda. Your Martial misconduct should make you give up on this fight. You won’t win against my client in court with your mundane claims.”

“Mundane claims? We…” Leicester started, but Brenda chimed in.

“Can you excuse us, Leicester?”

“What?”

“You are dismissed. I want to have a chat with Thomas.” Brenda replied, her gaze boring into Thomas‘ face. Leicester closed his briefcase, stood up, and left without uttering a single word. As he left, silence engulfed the room for a few seconds.

“Whose side are you?” Brenda’s sharp voice cut through the silence.

“Good morning Sir,” Isla greeted, pulling a chair back so she could sit.

“Morning, Miss Hamilton,” Noah responded, taking a sip from his black coffee with a newspaper in hand. “What is the schedule for today’s work?”

Immediately, Isla reached into her purse and brought out a notebook. “We have a presentation at the Brooklyn Convention Center at noon, followed by a Pool party organized by the CEO of Axis textile company…

As Isla’s lips moved while talking, Noah couldn’t help but stare at the succulent cherry lips, and memories of what took place in the early hours of the morning flooded his mind once again and his eyes twitched. Quickly, he averted his gaze to the incoming waiter. A tall young man with wavy chestnut hair.

2/3

+25 Bonus

“Why are we going for a pool party?” Noah asked, as his thoughts had overlayed on Isla’s information.

“The CEO of Axis Textile organized a pool party for his partners, he specifically asked for you to be among the VIP table. He said the purpose, in his own words is “those old men need to relax and there is nothing more refreshing than looking at the calm water and seeing God’s beautiful creature in all glory, women in bikinis.”

As Isla finished talking, she glanced at Noah who seemed lost and had not grasped anything she had just said. He took notice of her stare and immediately brought his gaze to her face. “Thank you, Isla,” he said, courteously,” Why would the son of a bitch call us Old,” he whispered bitterly, kissing his teeth.

The waiter arrived at their table with a wooden tab in hand

“Good morning, Sir.” He turned to Isla, “Good morning, Ma’am. How may I be of help to you?” He grabbed a pen from his breast pocket and raised the tab with the tip of the pen hovering above it in readiness to jot down their orders.

Isla glanced back and forth between the waiter and Noah, but her eyes held longer unspoken conversations with Noah, who seemed nonchalant to order. He gestured towards the waiter for Isla to place her order first.

“I…um… I will have Avocado toast, poached eggs, and everything bagel seasoning,” she said, looking at the waiter whose eyes bore into hers as if he was almost flirting with her.

D

Comments

Support

Share

3/3