CHAPTER 2

Gary was confused at first, and he had to repeat the question after Steve, his family butler. "Grandpa wants me home, why? He led me into this, then why does he want me back?"

Gary couldn't help but vent his ànger.

"Young master, you must have forgotten today is your twenty second birthday. Your grandfather promised you will take over the Consortium after your birthday."

Gary hit his head painfully, his tragedy since the beginning of the day never allowed him to remember his special day.

"Tell grandpa, I'll see him soon." Gary finally told with a smile. The first honest smile since the beginning of the day.

Steve understood Gary's predicament, the life he currently lived wasn't so easy for him. In the last few years, his grandfather had made him go through harsh treatments.

When he turned twelve, his grandfather got him a personal master to aid his training in martial arts, medicine, instruments, dancing, and many more arts.

Gary wasn't allowed to live life like his peers would. Even at a young age, after school, his grandfather would sit him down, run him through the business process before he's allowed to have his supper.

Life seemed tough and unbearable, but his grandfather would always assure. "One day you will be the president of the Carts consortium. A weakling cannot lead, you must be strong!"

Carts Consortium ranked the third richest in the world, but the ever leading legacy of Gary's grandfather was living low key.

Two and half years ago, he became a qualified graduate of business management in Houston university.

Overfilled with joy, Gary thought he could take over as his grandfather always promised, but his hopes were dashed the moment his grandfather revealed a list of several low status jobs he wanted Gary to go for.

Not that alone, he had to leave the Carts mansion to a smaller uncomfortable building.

Gary once worked as a factory worker in the local bakery, when he got sacked he found another as a bartender, repairman, even the pizza shops were not left out in accommodating him.

This present job as a portar was the last low key status job for him.

As for Sandra, he had gotten married to her as a compensation for saving her grandfather from rogues.

The old man had thought he found the best person who could protect his granddaughter. As such, he offered Gary one of the best treatments.

Although at first, it was a loveless marriage, as time rolled by, Gary began to develop feelings for his spouse.

Not until tragedy struck, and the old man was laid beneath the soil, the table turned around.

All those who had once behaved good to him in the Larsons, suddenly turned cold. Gary was harshly treated by not just by his in-laws, but his wife Sandra.

"Wash the dishes! Do the laundry! Mop the floors! Good for nothing son in law," this and many others they said to him showing him their true colors.

Regardless of how Sandra treated him, he still had his mind made up to tell her about his true Identity on his 22nd birthday.

Now, it's actually a pity to see her lose those goodies to someone who wasn't capable of licking the dust of his feet.

After the call with Steve, Gary flagged down the next approaching taxi. "Devon street." He told the taxi driver, while he sat at the corner of the seat, his heart still ached.

"If only she knew the wonderful plans he had for her, she would never have gone for someone else." Gary murmured.

In a short while, the taxi arrived at his destination. "Hey asshole! Didn't you get me some pizza today?!" The security man yelled as always, but this time Gary walked by without turning around.

"You are just good for nothing, I could decide not to let you in some other time!" Gary gave him no attention, as he walked straight to his room.

His room was just opposite Sandra's, the lights were already switched on which indicated her presence.

She was back from her side chick.

Normally, Gary would knock on her door to hand over anything he bought for her on his way back, but tonight was different.

He walked straight to his room without batting an eye at hers.

Straightway, he went for the closet and began emptying it into a box.

"Never again would the Larson's set their eyes on me, but they will definitely pay!" He growled on every wear he folded into the box.

Little did he realize that a figure lingered at his doorstep.

She had noticed his arrival when his lights came on, then she had rushed in to vent her anger.

For a good five minutes she lingered at the door without him giving her any attention.

"Would you keep me waiting like I never existed?!" Only now did he realize her presence, but he gave no response.

Sandra couldn't help but roll an eye with a frustrated sigh. "Are you now dumb! After pulling that drama at the hotel, don't you feel you are obliged to apologize?!" She yelled out.

Nevertheless, he remained quiet. "I don't know how best to treat you Gary! You don't have a job, and I got one just to support us. A very lucrative one at that with a mouth watering salary."

"I was only an interview away, before you almost messed things up for me!"

Gary smiled coldly. "Interview indeed!" He muttered underneath his breath, tucked the last cloth in, zipped the bag and said.

"Sandra, let's get divorced.!"

Sandra's first expression was however a loud outburst. "You really are a joker Gary. You suddenly decided to turn one overnight."

However, Gary's face beheld more seriousness which she never saw in her years of being married to him.

It was then, she did notice his already emptied wardrobe and she knew he was serious afterall.

She moved closer, a few inches away smiled and said. "You know you are nothing without the Larsons. The cars, food, clothing. All were as a result my family's influence and act of benevolence."

"Let me remind you Gary, you'd probably be out there eating from waste bins or waiting for the remnant from the table of the rich if my grandfather didn't bring you in."

She said that hoping to change his mind, but she was wrong.

Gary straightened his bag, pulled out the handle and tossed her the documents. "That's the divorce paper, I've signed my part, sign yours too and we get this thing done."

As she peeked at the document, reality dawned on Sandra that his mind was already made up to leave.

"Who would want a husband like you either! I of course would have divorced you a long time ago too, but grandma wouldn't allow it!"

Sandra's ranting made Gary pause his track at the door post.

Without turning around he said coldly. "Then let's go see her now!"

"No we won't! I'lll ask her at her birthday party tomorrow!" With that Sandra stormed off.