At that moment he was a stranger whom I just had to obey and not my husband with whom I can complain and argue but also can communicate.
“Elena, wait.”
“Since you have blocked my number, please email me if you need anything.” When he stood there stunned with the indifference in my voice, I closed the door and went out.
I opened my phone trying hard to not let it get to me but when I saw hundreds of calls initiated from my side and most of them either rejected or missed by Xander, a miserable laugh left my lips.
This would be my last cooked meal for him.
It was already late when I received a call from an unknown number, for Xander earlier tried calling me multiple times only for the calls to directly go to the voicemail.
"Elena! Where are you?! Why weren’t you picking up?” He sounded almost as if he cared if I lived or died.
I was collecting the divorce papers from my personal attorney who sought them quickly.
“I am at the headquarters; do you need anything?”
My question was answered with a pause as if Xander found it difficult to believe that I wasn’t happy to receive his call and just thought that he would only call when there was a need.