The Ordained Heir

The building towered over him intimidatingly, the parking lot filled with luxury vehicles he could only dream of owning. Alexander Steele inhaled deeply and squared his shoulders as he moved into the elevator.

It was his fifth wedding anniversary with his wife, Fiona Tudor and he couldn't wait to surprise her with the bouquet and present in his hand.

"Do you have an appointment, sir?" The receptionist asked as he walked into the lobby and stood in the queue.

"I am the president's husband," he replied, a small smile on his face. The lady glared at him, looking at his boots which were quite worn. "And you want me to believe that?" She snapped, "The president can't mingle with your type."

Alexander sighed, he didn't know how else to prove he was Fiona's husband. For some reason, she had told him it was best to keep their marriage low-key to avoid pressure from the outside world. And it didn't help that Fiona's mother, Magdalene Tudor, hated Alexander's guts and was banned from ever showing up at the Tudor company again. Fiona had no idea what her mother had done and Alexander didn't want to cause trouble in the family, so he dutifully stayed away.

The receptionist clearly didn't know him and she was ordering him out of the line to attend to others. "Get out before I call the security to throw you out!" She ordered and

Alexander was upset but he had no say in the company so he stepped aside and watched as the receptionist told the other guest about him claiming to be the president's husband. They all laughed at him, "He has no class, Miss Tudor would never marry him," one of the women said scornfully.

Just when Alexander was about to walk out, he saw a familiar face, his brother-in-law, Gilbert. Gilbert was not the friendliest of persons, in fact, Gilbert also hated him and believed he wasn't worthy of his beloved sister. But at least, he figured Gilbert would allow him in.

"Hello, Gilbert, I'm here to see Fiona," he said and the young man stared at him with a disgusted look. "If you're going to show up in the Tudor company then the least you can do is dress properly, haven't you disgraced my sister enough!" He spat.

Alexander looked at his clothes. It wasn't bad, his jeans were cleaned and so was his shirt, "I'm coming from the factory and I've tried to change up," he replied but Gilbert snorted and wanted to walk away.

"The receptionist won't let me in," he called out but Gilbert shrugged, "I thought mother told you never to show up here again," he reminded him.

"Today's our wedding anniversary, I want to surprise Fiona, I won't take long, I'll be in and out before anyone notices," he explained calmly.

Gilbert was about to ignore him when suddenly he smirked and nodded, "You really want to see my sister?" He asked and Alexander nodded.

"Good, maybe it's high time you see for yourself," he muttered under his breath. Alexander had no idea what he meant as Gilbert ordered the receptionist to let him pass.

As Alexander stepped out of the elevator, his bouquet of roses in hand, he tapped on the office door twice and then opened. He froze. It dawned on him what Gilbert had meant in the lobby.

Fiona was in the arms of another man, they were kissing right in the office and as he entered, she looked like she'd seen a ghost. "Alex, what are you doing here?" She asked, her tone breaking.

The man beside her didn't look remorseful, he placed his hands on her shoulders and drew her even closer, looking at Alexander daringly. "Is this him?" the strange man asked and Fiona nodded.

"What are you doing with my wife?" Alexander asked, his tone high and obviously upset.

"She's no longer your wife, loser, she's now discovered her true value," he sneered at him and then kissed Fiona's cheeks.

Fiona didn't say anything, in fact, Alexander noticed her draw even closer to him and melt into his arms. "What does he mean?" Alexander asked.

"You didn't tell him?" The man asked Fiona and she shook her head, "I didn't seem to find the right time," she replied, sighing.

"Tell me what?" Alex asked as Fiona marched to the drawer beside her desk and drew out a folder, she fumbled for a moment and then pulled out a sheet, handing it to him. "You need to sign this, Alex," she said, her voice cold.

Alexander took the sheet and stared in shock as he saw 'DIVORCE AGREEMENT' boldly written on it. "Divorce? Is this a prank?" He asked and she sneered at him.

"Don't make a fuss, Alex, just sign the papers and leave, it's been finalized already," she snapped at him and handed him a biro.

"Is it because of him?" Alex asked, he couldn't help frowning at the man before him. He wasn't handsome in any way, he was short and very unattractive with strong bony features.

"Don't you dare talk to him like that, he's the head of all the oil mines in the city, he's a billionaire, something you could never be!" She snapped and went closer to the man, laying her hands on his shoulders.

"Sign the papers and get out, boy, I'll give you some money as compensation, I know that's what you want," he said, smirking and drew out his cheque book. He wrote down some millions for him and handed him the cheque.

"I came here to celebrate our wedding anniversary, Fiona," he said but Fiona rolled her eyes at him, telling him to sign the divorce papers quickly. "I've fallen out of love with you, Alex, just take the money and leave," she advised.

"If that's what you want," Alex said and signed the papers, dropped the bouquet on the table and left the man with his cheque still in hand. It was high time he broke out of the Tudor family.