The Secret Heir Of Slytherin Empire

3. Where are the tears when you need them?

Oscar's presence startled everyone in the living room due to his pace and furious gaze. He didn't hesitate to grab Micheal by his collar and lift him off the chair.

"Who do you think you are!" He asked Micheal, who didn't react immediately. Rather, he kept a mischievous smile on his face, just to make matters worse than it already was.

"Oscar, what do you think you are doing?" Ellen intervened and attempted to separate both of them with her hand, only to get yelled at.

"Ellen, stay away!" Oscar yelled and kept his gaze fixed on the man who came to take his wife from him without an iota of shame.

"Take your filthy hands off my clothes you imbecile," Micheal warned him with a sneer, for someone as wealthy as he was, he couldn't bring himself to wrestle with a man that he considered to be worthless.

" I don't know who you are, or what the hell you think you have achieved, I want you to leave this house and never come near my wife again, or I'll kill_

"Do you have any idea who you are talking to?" Ellen's mother eventually opened her mouth to speak. So far, she has done nothing but silently watch the drama unfold because she was quite aware that it was bound to happen.

Oscar stared disdainfully at his mother-in-law. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of mother convinced her daughter to marry someone else.

"Get out!" Oscar yelled, taking his hand off Micheal's collar and pointed at the door.

"And may I ask who commands it?" His mother-in-law asked, both her hands on her waste waiting for Oscar to reply.

"Mother, please stay out of this," he scoffed,

"Why would you even support this in the first place? This is my wife...

"Correction," Ellen interjected,

"I am not your wife, Oscar, I was, but not anymore, you had better stop this violent behaviour before you get yourself in trouble," she warned him and took Micheal by the arm.

Oscar could not believe his eyes. How else was he supposed to handle this situation peacefully, with no one on his side? How was he expected to get justice?

"Ellen, please, money should not be the reason behind all of this, we had a house, and due to the cost of rent, I came to live here with your family for a while. You saw the documents a few days ago, Ellen, I own a house now...

"Well, it's a good thing," she cut him off again

"You can move in there and have a happy life, Oscar. I already told you that money is not my problem, but my father's company matters to me." She added, but then as soon as she realised that it was wrong to say that before Micheal, she quickly corrected herself and said,

"And I love Micheal, he knows how to treat a woman with respect, all you know how to do is demand respect and submission, the world has advanced, Oscar, this is not the seventeenth century."

Oscar was speechless. Words could not describe the level of disbelief capable of making a man dumb in an instant.

"That is not true," he tried to defend himself. He had done so much to make this woman happy. Of course, he wasn't the richest man on the planet, but he always made sure that they were comfortable. With his little job that he had just lost, he provided a lot without asking for a dime from his in-law, so what did he do that was so wrong to deserve such hate?

"Fell free to move out of the house whenever you can, Oscar, there's no need to drag this matter any longer, sign the papers at your will, I'm done with you, please understand that and have a good life, if you do not want to..." she paused and looked at him in the eyes,

"Then that is your headache." She concluded and tapped Micheal on the shoulder, urging him to leave the house while she followed along.

As Oscar watched them stroll towards the door, his hand itched. His blood boiled on the inside, and it only took a lot of self-control to remain calm.

"Why are you doing this, Ellen?" He asked her, but she did not respond. It was only a matter of a second before Micheal and Ellen were out of the door.

Oscar sighed heavily as his mind tried to process this sequence of events that ruined his day. He watched his mother-in-law smile sanctimoniously before walking out of the living room toward the staircase.

He felt his world crumble right before his eyes and couldn't think of any plausible solution. How could he think of any when it all happened faster than he could control?

He sat down for a moment as his headache worsened, his knees felt too weak to keep him standing, and the weight of his predicament was just too much to bear.

"Why can't I just die immediately?" He wondered,

"Suicide sounds good right about now," He thought to himself, even though he was certain he couldn't attempt it.

He got off the sofa and headed upstairs. The first thing he saw was the divorce paper that he had thrown on the floor. Out of rage, he picked it up and tore it piece. He squeezed the shreds together into a ball and threw it across the room.

"Where are the tears when you need them?" He wondered before picking up the car key from where he hung them and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

There was only one place a man like him could go to right now to clear his mind, be it a sin or not he didn't care, he believed that a few shots would help regain his lost sanity, and knock him out of the universe long enough to forget his problems. Then afterwards, he can face them again and think of a way forward.