Marianne opened her eyes when she heard the sound of thunder, she then walked back to a motel across the road. As a wife of a wealthy person, all her needs had been met even though she didn’t ask for it. So, that the salary she got from her workplace could be saved in her personal account.

After dragging her suitcase with difficulty, Marianne arrived in front of the motel. She entered when a middle-aged receptionist saw her from inside and asked her to come in. ​​

The kind-hearted receptionist even gave a glass of hot tea to Marianne while filling in her personal data. After completing the registration form she followed the receptionist’s steps to her room.

“Thank you, Madame,” said Anne gratefully.

“It’s my job, Miss. Please, come in and rest. Don’t forget to take a shower with hot water so you don’t get sick,” replied the friendly receptionist.

Marianne nodded slowly, then closed the door to her room as soon as the receptionist left. When she registered, Marrianne filled in her personal data using her old ID, which indicated that she was a student and was still single. So the receptionist called her ‘Miss’.

Several years ago, Marrianne was indeed an art student but because she ran out of money, she was forced to leave her school and start her job as a curator at an art gallery. As a female curator, her job was not too difficult, especially since she really liked paintings.

“I have to take a shower,” said Anne softly as she opened her wet suitcase. Fortunately, she had already covered the suitcase with a plastic cover so that the clothes and important documents in her bag didn’t get wet.

After getting a nightgown and towel, Anne went into the bathroom which was clean enough by a motel standard. Maybe because the motel was on a side street, near the main road so the cleanliness of the motel was very well maintained.

Ten minutes later, Anne came out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel and put on her nightgown. Anne then grabbed the laptop from the suitcase. She decided to get busy, looking for a site that could help her to get divorced from Leon as soon as possible.

“No … I must not file a divorce. He should be the one to divorce me so I could get alimony,” said Anne when she realized her mistake.

“Yes, he must divorce me,” said Anne to make up her mind. She then chose to sleep because her head throbbed after being exposed to the rain while leaving the house.

Anne went to sleep feeling angry, disappointed, and sad. All the negative feelings were mixed into one. During their marriage, which lasted for almost a year, Leon was never nice to her.

Even if Anne was eating at the dining table, Leon chose to go straight to work. His treatment set an example that his maids became hostile to Anne. They would be friendly when Mrs. Catherine Ganke came to visit. Once the old Madame returned to her residence, all the servants and Leon would be rude again to Anne.

***

The sound of the alarm on his cellphone woke Leon. He was still sleeping with his wife’s best friend, Steffany. Leon ignored the sound of the alarm.

He chose to go back to sleep by hugging Stefany’s sexy body. When it was already noon he finally woke up. Leon had to attend a meeting while Steffany had to go back to work.

Twenty minutes later, they finished taking a shower and changed into fresh clothes. Stefany was brave enough to leave her clothes in Leon’s room. She hoped her friend would get angry, and then they could divorce as soon as possible.

“Maid, go and clean my room,” said Leon before going to the office with Steffany, who clung to his arm.

“Yes, Sir,” answered a maid, obediently.

“Sir, I’m sorry.. There is something you should know,” said a senior maid, all of a sudden.

“Yes, what’s wrong?” Asked Leon quickly.

“Madame seemed to have run away from the house last night, sir,” replied the maid.

Hearing the maid’s words made Leon silent at once. Suddenly he had a strange feeling when he knew his wife had run away.

“Good then, just let her be, Honey,” said Steffany, moving Leon from his reverie.

“Oh, right. Let’s go,” Leon said with a smile.

Stefany nodded slowly then walked hand in hand to the car that was waiting for them in front of the gate. Without Leon’s knowledge, it seemed that Mrs. Catherine Ganke, who had sniffed her grandson’s affair, was waiting across the road. The old woman saw clearly how Leon kissed Steffany’s lips in front of the car.

“Come into Leon’s house, I have to talk to Anne,” said Mrs. Catherine to the driver.

To be Continued