Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 2

She was on the brink of despair. Her godforsaken life couldn’t get any worse.

But what right did she have to refuse a divorce now?

Her virtue was stolen, so she was no longer worthy of him.

Elysia sniffled, her voice hoarse, “I understand. I’ll go home and sign the papers right away.”

After hanging up, she fought through her physical discomfort, dressed, and stumbled out of the airport.

No sooner had she left than a fleet of sleek black limousines suddenly appeared outside the terminal. A troop of suited bodyguards exited the vehicles, encircling the airport.

The assistant respectfully opened the car door, and Tarquin stepped out.

Handcrafted leather shoes, an exorbitantly priced bespoke suit, and a limited–edition watch are the hallmarks of a successful man.

quin’s superior stature and handsome features, coupled with an air of unattainable nobility, drew the gaze of onlookers, yet no one dared to approach hire,

An aura of regal authority radiated from him, giving the impression that he was to be admired from a distance, but never approached.

Curious and beholding eyes followed him as he made his way through the terminal.

He had been chased by enemies the night before after a dodgy meal, and in a moment of desperation, he had compromised a young woman’s innocence.

He had left in a hurry, fearing his enemies would follow him there and bring harm to the girl. He had returned only after eliminating the danger.

It had been her first night. He had promised the night before to take responsibility, to make her the happiest and most honored woman in the world!

Tarquin always kept his promises.

Before Tarquin reached the lounge, his assistant Lowell caught up to him, panting slightly,

“Tarquin, there’s been a call from home. The ma’am has returned, but… it seems she spent the night with another man. The marks on her body are quite telling. The housekeeper says she’s had many men over these past two years and often stayed out all night. And when she’s drunk, she’s been known to speak her mind. Once in a bar, she said that you’re crippled and unworthy of her, that by marrying her, you were…

ང ཆ ཕ ལ་–

“I was what?” Tarquin’s face darkened.

…like you are way out of her league.”

“Hmph!” Tarquin pursed his lips, his expression cold.

His wife had been imposed on him two years ago by his family to curb his influence. He had never met her, not even on their wedding day.

Now that the situation was stable and he wielded significant power, he was no longer bound. So, the first thing he did upon returning was to initiate a divorce.

It wasn’t callousness; there was simply no love between them. Divorce would be a relief for

her.

To compensate for her lost years, he had offered ample restitution – luxury homes, cars, and a check for a billion dollars.

But it turned out she was nothing but a promiscuous, haughty woman!

In that case, she did not deserve his compensation.

“The previous divorce settlement is void. Rewrite it! She’s been unfaithful and disgraced her role as a wife; she’ll leave with nothing!”

“, sir!”

Tarquin arrived at the lounge door, quelled his rage, and straightened his attire before pushing open the door. He would show that young woman his most gentlemanly and composed side. For better or worse, in sickness and in health, he was bound to her now.

But-

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She was gone?

After a thorough search of the airport, Tarquin’s brows furrowed in frustration,

“Send out the word, she must be found no matter whatever means you use and how much it pays!”

He would find her and keep his promise – to make her the happiest, most honored woman in the world!