The Ultimate Heir.

Chapter ten

As Zale proceeded to his bedroom, his mind was still reeling from the vicious insults and jibes he had received from his mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

He had rushed home to find out why his wife wasn't answering her calls. However, just as he entered their bedroom, he saw something that shattered him to the core.

There on their matrimonial bed was his wife, entwined with another man. Their bodies twisted together, they were lost in passion and lust, totally oblivious to his presence.

For a moment, Zale's heart stopped beating. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. But the truth was staring him in the face, and it was ugly.

"Wh-what is this?" Zale asked, his voice trembling with wrath.

Sasha rolled her eyes and slid out of the sheets. She reached for a satin robe from the side of the bed and slipped it on.

“Oh, nothing,” Sasha replied. “Just me having some fun. Clearly, you couldn’t give me what I need, so I had to find someone else who could.”

Zale stood there, shell-shocked and devastated. It was as if a thousand needles had been pierced through his heart, hearing Sasha's words.

Sasha's words echoed in his mind, mocking him.

Zale turned to look at the young man on their matrimonial bed with disgust and said in a booming voice, "Get out!"

The man overlooked his words and chuckled. "And who do you think you are to tell me what to do ?" He sneered, his voice reeling in mockery.

Zale was enraged when he heard that. Fury bubbled up inside him, pushing all thoughts of rationality aside. He didn't care about the man's identity or excuses, he just wanted to beat him to pulp.

He launched himself at the man, trying his hardest to get past his wife without hurting her. But she was stronger than she looked and pushed him back with a brutal slap to the face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you know who this man is?" Sasha exclaimed, furious. "He is not a poor wretch like you. He is the CEO of Ava's group."

"Tell him again, my love," the young man said seductively, smiling wryly.

It was like a cold bucket of water, piercing through his anger and hurt. Zale staggered back, stunned by his wife's slap.

As the reality of the situation dawned on him, he couldn't help but feel a deep sadness settling in his chest.

"Babe, you slapped me because of this loser?" Zale spoke out, his voice cracking in between because of the in-depth sadness in his heart.

"And I will do it again if you don't shut up and know your place," Sasha spat contemptuously.

"So this was why you kept ignoring my calls. I rushed home to check on you because I was worried that something might have happened to you, but you were just here all along, having fun with another man. Tell me, what did I do wrong? I thought we vowed to love each other till the end of times? So everything I thought we shared was a lie? You really never loved me?" Zale vented in a pain-reflecting tone.

Sasha couldn't help but chuckle when she heard that."You're pathetic," she said, her voice dripping with contempt and mockery. "You are poor, lazy, and boring. I never loved you. You were just a pawn in my game of pleasure."

Zale felt like he had been punched in the gut. The woman he had loved for years, had built a life with, had just told him that he had meant nothing to her.

Everything they shared was a lie...?

As he tried to process what was happening, she pushed a stack of papers into his shaking hands.

“And, just to get things moving, here are the divorce papers. I think it’s best we end things here. I already signed my part. Only your signature is left to make the documents valid. Once you're done signing them, I don't want to see you in my house ever again."

She offered him the divorce papers, which she had so thoughtfully kept handy, and told him to sign them and leave.

Zale couldn't believe what he was hearing. He pleaded with Sasha to give their marriage a chance, but she was adamant.

She began again to enjoy the company of her other man, while Zale stood there, shattered, and helpless.

In the end, Zale could take it no more. 'You want this marriage to end, so be it. I was a fool for loving you unconditionally. I'll never forgive myself for this act of stupidity.'

He signed the papers and left the room, feeling as though his whole life had been a lie.

As he walked out of the hallway, he could hear the sounds of Sasha's laughter and the moans of her new lover.

But for Zale, there was no laughter or joy, only deep despair, and heartbreak.

Downstairs, he saw his mother-in-law and sister-in-law still sitting at the dining table.

It was as if they were waiting for something, but anyhow, he completely ignored them and kept heading for the exit.

"Have you done the laundry…." Elsher paused when she noticed the look of despair on Zale's face.

Realizing what would have made Zale like this, a smile made its way to her lips and she quickly said to her mother, "Sasha did it, Mother. She finally divorced this loser. Now she will be happily married to Mr. Ethan, the CEO of Ava's Group."

"Oh, thank god. This loser is finally out of my house. I'm so happy. I'm even happier he is already leaving," Cassidy said, smiling happily.

Zale heard everything they said but chose to ignore them and left the mansion. Everything had been indeed planned out. They were aware of Sasha's affair. It was all along a plan to get rid of him.

Zale shuffled down the lonely street, shoulders drooping with every step, his heart heavy with the weight of his recent divorce.

It was dark, and the only sounds were the soft hum of a distant car and the rustling of leaves in the trees.

He had no place to go, but he found it rather nice walking alone on the lonely street; he needed some time to think, to process what had just happened.

He had lost everything he thought he had.

Now, with everything he had ever known ripped apart and thrown away, he found himself aimlessly wandering in the city streets.

He barely registered the cars passing by, the neon lights of the bars, or the few people hurrying past him.

The city had become a sea of blurred faces and dull colors, all blending into one another.

A deep sense of isolation and desperation had settled in his bones, leaving him feeling like a ghost in his own life.

Just then, his phone rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. It was a private number, and even though he was hesitant to answer, something made him pick up the phone.

"Hello?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Is this young master Zale?" a voice on the other end spoke, respectful and mild. The voice sounded masculine.

Zale was taken aback. "I'm Zale, but I'm no young master. You must be mistaken. By the way, who is this?"

"I cannot reveal my identity on this call. Your phone could be wiretapped or something," the voice said. "But I have important information for you. Check your account balance."

Zale frowned, confused. "What does my bank account balance have to do with anything?"

"Just do it," the voice said firmly, but respectfully.

Zale furrowed his brow, wondering who this could be. But something inside him told him to do as he was told.

He took out his phone and opened the banking app. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the numbers reflected in his account.

It was a lot of money - more than he had ever seen in his life. Eleven digits were showing in his bank account.

"Who are you?" he asked, incredulous.

"It doesn't matter. We will meet soon. Just know that we are not wrong; you're our young master. Tomorrow morning, we will come and pick you up from any hotel you lodged. Don't worry, you're heavily guarded from all around. Find the hotel of your choice and spend a night there. Till then, have a good night, young master."

And with that, the call ended.

Zale felt a shiver run down his spine. He looked around the now deserted street, wondering if he was being watched. But there was no one there. He was alone with his thoughts and his newfound wealth.

He looked up at the sky, and for the first time that night, he smiled.

Maybe there was something more to his life than this pain and suffering. Maybe he had a chance to start over, to find a new purpose.

With a newfound spring in his step, he started walking toward the closest and one of the most expensive hotels in the city, his head held high, a newfound sense of optimism filling his heart.

He was determined to find out more about this mysterious benefactor and what they had planned for him.

But for now, he let himself bask in the warmth of the unknown, knowing that even in the darkest of his days, there was still some hope left. And he was going to hold onto it with everything he had.