A Wrong Surrogate for the CEO-Chapter 83: Returned home with a broken bottle

Mike had no idea where Tolu was, and even though he knew he should probably be worried, he was not.

Mike was relieved.

Ever since he told her about the divorce, he had expected her to react in a way that would be totally over the moon. Exaggerated. Dramatic.

Maybe a little bit of threats and angry tears.

But apart from the fight they had, Mike hadn’t laid an eye on her. The only thing she seemed to have taken with her was her cell phone. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

And even though Mike felt as though he should call her, he didn’t.

Maybe it was better this way. If she stayed far away and never came back, his life would finally have the semblance of being normal.

So he went about his day to day activities. Mike went on to work, ignored the general world as best as he could, and spent the rest of his days at home.

That night, before he went to sleep, Mike had been so tired. His body ached with exhaustion, so he took a sleeping pill.

So he didn’t hear the soft sounds of someone punching in the door code, or of said person walking into the bedroom and taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

"Hello, Mike," the voice purred, and Mike was startled into awareness.

His heart pounded violently against his chest while hands groped around for the switch situated somewhere above the bed’s headboard.

When he eventually found it, Mike did not waste time in flipping it on.

But when he came face to face with the intruder, an ear splitting scream slipped past his lips.

Tolu was the intruder, but she looked so scary in that moment that it took Mike several long moments before his brain registered the fact that the woman sitting at the edge of his bed was his wife.

"Hello, darling," she purred again, her lips stretching into a smile as she stared at him.

Mike could not help the shudder that convulsed through him.

Tolu looked like a...words were not enough to convey how disgusted her appearance was making Mike feel.

She was dressed in skimpy clothes that covered nothing. The clothes were drenched in an equal measure of blood and alcohol, and the overwhelming stench that billowed from her in waves made Mike want to gag.

There was a broken bottle in her right hand, and her teeth were stained with a substance Mike was sure he didn’t want to know about.

"What the hell happened to you?" he snapped as he stood up and got out of bed.

Tolu smiled at him, and there were tears in her eyes.

"I missed you so much, baby. Did you miss me?" she asked.

Mike scrunched up his nose as he slowly put a few feet between them.

"What is this, Tolu? Why do you look like you just spent the last few days in a sewer? You are disgusting," he spat.

Tolu stumbled to her feet.

"I said I missed you. You missed me too, right? I know you didn’t call me but that was probably because you were busy, right?"

Mike swallowed, suddenly unable to speak. Tolu was walking closer and closer to him. It was obvious that she was in a very bad — horrible — state, and he didn’t want to upset her by telling the truth.

Besides, she was still holding on to the broken heart, and Mike wasn’t willing to risk his life in her hands.

So he nodded to her words.

"Yes. Yes I was so busy. I’m sorry, but you know how exhausting work can be. I am so sorry. I was worried about you."

Tolu stopped before him, swaying dangerously.

"And you missed me too, right?" she prompted.

Mike nodded again. "I did."

Tolu smiled at those words, and it took all of Mike’s willpower to not run far away from her and her overwhelming stench.

Instead, he gently reached out to touch her. "Come on, let’s get you cleaned up," he said.

Tolu didn’t move. She suddenly stared at him with an intensity that scared him.

"You know, when I was out... clubbing, I had this weird recollection of you telling me that you wanted us to have a divorce. That’s not true, right? I mean, it can’t be true. Me and you, we are meant to be together. Forever. I mean, we’ve gone through a lot, and you can’t possibly choose to leave me now. I am your soulmate, Mike. Don’t you ever forget that, okay?"

If someone asked Mike to choose a moment he regretted the most in his life, he would most definitely choose the day he woke up and set eyes on Tolu.

That was the day his woes began.

"Answer me, Mike. Don’t you ever forget that. Okay?"

Mike felt as though there was a bed of nails in his throat as he spoke. "Okay."

"Good. I guess I don’t really need this anymore then. I was going to use it to threaten you into taking back what you said about the divorce," she gestured towards the broken bottle she was still holding.

Mike gently reached out to grab it from her.

"Here. I’ll dispose of it for you. Give it to me," he said gently, not wanting to trigger her into doing something unpleasant.

Tolu allowed Mike to take the weapon from her, and her eyes fluttered close.

"I am so tired," she whispered.

"Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed," Mike responded as he gently walked her towards the restroom.

Hours later, when Tolu was deeply asleep, like a log, Mike sat at the edge of the bed and stared at her.

He was unable to sleep, and as he watched her chest rise and fall evenly, there was only one thought in Mike’s head.

He was stuck.

There was no way Tolu would let him walk out of the marriage. Her coming home with a broken bottle proved that. She would rather kill him, probably, than let their marriage come to an end.

And Mike knew, that he was thoroughly, absolutely fucked.