A Chance At Forever Chasing His Divorced Love

CHARLOTTE

Rogerio was the type of man any woman would dream of. I spent my time doing things I thought would make him happy. Today, I asked the cook, Maria, to prepare his favorite meal in anticipation of his return for dinner. However, he had not arrived yet.

“How many times have you seen a rocket in the sky?" I asked aloud.

“What?” Maria asked and lifted her head to meet my gaze. “I don’t understand.”

“A rocket, Maria. Do you know what that is?" I questioned, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course,” she answered with a knowing smile.

“Good. How many times have you seen one?”

“Barely," she replied, her expression shifting from curiosity to confusion repeatedly.

“Yeah. That’s how much I’ve seen Roggie in this house,” I acknowledged, and an awkward silence filled the room.

“He doesn’t like to be called that,” she said after a long time.

“I know. Perhaps that’s why he’s angry? And he hasn’t come home. Have I let out that name unknowingly?”

“I doubt it,” she responded dryly and lowered her gaze. “The food’s getting cold.”

“He’ll be here shortly; I told him we were having his favorite.”

“He picked up the phone when you called?” she asked with a shocked expression.

“Oh, no. I sent him a text message instead.”

“Signora, it’s three hours past dinner time, I don’t think he’s—”

“Don’t say it, Maria,” I interrupted her. “You’re allowed to think about it, but I don’t want to hear it. He’s coming.”

“Very well, Signora. I’ll be in my quarters if you need me,” she whispered and left the room before I could think of anything else to say.

Being left alone with my thoughts wasn’t doing me a lot of good. I could use Maria’s company, but I knew it was unfair to make her wait up for Rogerio. It might take a while before he’s home. His work kept him away, a little more than usual these days, but I couldn’t complain. He was doing his best to give us a comfortable life.

Rogerio was a man of many facets; a billionaire who owned gold mines off the coast of San Erring, an island he had inherited from his parents. He engaged in activities that raised questions about his character, but don’t we all have our secrets? Sometimes I tried to put myself in his shoes and understand his perspective. This was done in the hopes that it would give me some insight into how he views things and the reason for his actions.

It didn’t work, and for good cause. ‘We’re from different worlds,’ I muttered to myself and chuckled. There was no way I could understand what it takes to be him; Rogerio Thuthai. I was merely Charlotte. Charlotte Edwards. My thoughts shifted to the life I had lived all these years.

That’s all I’ve ever been, just Charlotte; the girl who had caught the eye of a billionaire mogul and pledged her undying love to him. That was the lie I told myself; I repeated it so much, I believed it more than the truth that stared me in the face. But lately, the foundation of my belief had started to crumble. He was coming home later than usual and spending less time with me.

“Perhaps, I need to do better,” I said to myself and picked up my phone to check the time. “Midnight,” I whispered and smiled wistfully.

I set it down and let my mind drift to a point in my life when I was happier and smiled sadly as the thoughts raced through my head. Shortly after, all I could hear was the constant rhythm of the grandfather clock in the hallway and then silence. My eyes closed on their own accord, and I slowly lowered my head and placed it on the table.

I felt something warm pooling beneath my face as I tried to make myself comfortable, but I was too drowsy to pay it any attention. Soon, I had drifted into a deep sleep, and the world around me faded into the distance. I had slipped into the same dream that had plagued me these past few weeks. I dreamt of Rogerio and me, but this time it was different. I was in the streets shouting his name as he walked away; he didn’t turn back, even when I begged him to stay with me.

A few moments later, the sound of doors being banged sent waves of shock throughout my body. I jolted from my current position and looked at the time in confusion. “4 am,” I muttered in confusion as cold liquid trickled down my left cheek.