One Wild Night

Chapter 910  Stay Put

After Henry and Diana had freshened up in the morning, ready to go to the dining for breakfast, Diana perched on the edge of the luxurious four-poster bed, watching him as he pulled out a suit from his closet.

"Are you going somewhere today?" She asked, since he had not mentioned any meeting to him and it was Sunday.

Henry turned to her, a rare, almost tender smile playing on his lips. "Diana, my dear," he began, his voice smooth and authoritative, "I have a surprise for you."

Diana's eyes sparkled with anticipation. She straightened up, her elegant silk robe falling in perfect folds around her. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely concealing her excitement.

Henry gestured towards the nightstand in his corner of the room. "Open the top drawer and take out the envelope inside," he instructed.

Diana rose gracefully and glided across the plush carpet to the nightstand. Her heart pounded with expectation.

She pulled open the drawer and retrieved an envelope. Turning back to Henry, she met his gaze, his smile now more pronounced, filled with a rare warmth.

"Open it," he urged her softly.

Diana opened the envelope and pulled out the document within. Her breath caught in her throat, and a gasp of pure joy escaped her lips as she realized what she was holding. "Henry! These are... divorce papers?"

Henry nodded, his smile never wavering. "Just as I promised, Diana. I'm divorcing Vanessa. We will be able to marry soon."

Henry smiled as Diana's eyes filled with tears of happiness for Mia, and she crossed the room in swift strides and threw her arms around Henry, holding him tightly. "Oh, Henry, you don't know how happy this makes me!" She said, delighted for Mia that she would finally get her freedom and be free from Henry.

Over the last weeks since her discussion with Mia during their shopping, they had continued to chat as friends whenever they left the house, but indoors she did her best to remain stern and unwelcoming to Mia as she knew Henry wanted her to be.

Thankfully, with the pregnancy as an excuse, she had been able to keep Henry from leaving her side at any time of the night or day to pay attention to Mia or bother her.

She had also gotten him to remove the security cameras in Mia's room saying she was feeling jealous that he had put the cameras there because he was still in love with Mia and wanted to be seeing her at all times.

Henry held her close, his expression one of satisfaction. "I'm glad I could make you this happy. I love you and I want you and our baby to be happy. Bring the document along," he said softly, "We'll have Vanessa sign them after breakfast."

With the divorce papers clutched in her hand, Diana felt a surge of triumph. She had succeeded in helping Vanessa get a divorce, and she couldn't wait to see the look of relief on Vanessa's face. Together, she and Henry made their way to the dining room.

As they entered the dining room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filled the air as Jeff set out the breakfast dishes with practiced efficiency.

Mia, sitting at her usual place stole glances at Jeff discreetly while she pretended to be be reading a magazine. She looked up as Henry and Diana walked in.

Henry took his seat at the head of the table, his gaze immediately falling on Jeff. "Be snappy and get lost," he barked, his tone laced with disgust.

Jeff's jaw tightened, but he nodded curtly and turned to leave. As he walked away, he heard Henry's next words, which caused his steps to falter. "Vanessa, you wanted a divorce. I'm granting you one now."

Jeff's heart skipped a beat, but he continued walking, careful not to attract suspicion. He knew better than to react openly in front of Henry.

Mia looked stunned, her gaze flicking to Diana, who wore a triumphant smile. "You have to leave the house," Diana said, her voice sweet but firm. "I want to have my baby in peace, and I don't want to have a child outside of wedlock."

She pushed the divorce document across the table to Mia, who took it with a small smile. "Thank you, Henry, Diana. This is a relief."

"Sign the papers. There's a pen inside the envelope," Henry asked and Mia took out the pen and signed the papers with a steady hand, her expression one of calm resignation. She handed them back to Diana, who accepted them with a gracious nod.

Henry cleared his throat. "Vanessa, after breakfast we will be going out together. Pack your bags and get ready."

Diana's brow furrowed slightly. "Where are you taking her?" she asked, suspicion tinging her voice.

Henry turned to Diana with a smile. "We have to see the lawyer. I want the process to go smoothly and quietly. And after that I need to take her back to her parents and hand her over to them. I don't think she should remain under my roof when she's no longer my wife."

A shadow of doubt crossed Diana's face, but she chose not to press further. Mia, however, felt a pang of worry.

She fumbled with her napkin, deliberately knocking over her water glass. It spilled across the table, the liquid spreading quickly as the glass shattered on the floor.

Henry's eyes flashed with anger, and he made a move to rise, but Diana placed a calming hand on his arm. "Leave it, Henry."

Henry's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Clumsy as ever," he muttered.

Diana intervened smoothly. "It's just water, Henry. I will get Margaret to come clean…"

"I'm sorry. I will get something to clean that up," Mia said before Diana could finish, and hurried out of the dining to the kitchen.

Henry's gaze followed Mia's retreating form before he turned back to his breakfast, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Mia made her way to the kitchen, her mind racing. "Margaret please get me something to clean the mess I made at the dining. There are glass shards on the floor," Mia said softly as she walked into the kitchen, and the moment Margaret hurried away, she went to the sink, turning her back to the camera is she pretended to wash her hand.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before speaking. "I don't know what is going on. Henry is divorcing me and claims he is taking me back to my family," she said, her voice low but urgent.

Without waiting for a response, she dried her hands and returned to the dining just as Margaret returned.

Understanding why she had come to tell him that, Jeff set down the tray he was holding and slipped out of the kitchen, his mind racing. He needed to tell Tom about what was happening and find out if he should discreetly follow them or stay put.

Jeff had managed to find a secluded spot where he could make a quick phone call, and he dialed Tom's number immediately, feeling sorry that he would be disturbing Tom's sleep since it was night time in Ludus.

Tom, who was still awake after a long phone call with Barry, received the call immediately.

Before Tom could say anything, Jeff spoke in a low, urgent voice. "There's trouble brewing here. Henry is divorcing Mia and  says he is taking her back to her family, but we don't know that for sure. Should I go with them or stay put?" He asked, and Tom smiled, pleased that Jeff was not letting his emotions control him at the moment.

"Stay put. He's not taking her to her home. We know where he is taking her, and you don't have to worry. She will be okay. Ask her not to worry. We will get her out soon," Tom said calmly.

"Where is he taking her?" Jeff asked, his mind racing.

Tom knew if he told Jeff that it was an asylum, Jeff would want to jump in and save Mia, and he couldn't let Jeff do that, "A building he got to lock her up."

"He wants to lock her away? Is her family aware of this?" Jeff asked in disbelief.

"Don't worry. We have everything under control," Tom assured him, and hung up the call.

As Jeff returned inside, he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen, despite Tom's assurance. But he was determined to do everything in his power to protect Mia and ensure that Henry's plans didn't come to fruition.

Meanwhile, at the dining, Mia's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she cleaned up the broken glass.

"Clean it up quickly," Henry snapped impatiently.

Mia nodded her hands moving swiftly. As she cleaned, she stole a glance at Henry. His eyes were cold and calculating, a stark reminder of the danger she faced. But she refused to let fear control her. She finished cleaning and returned to the kitchen.

She handed the glass shards, brush and napkin to Margaret. As Margaret took the items away to the storage room out back, Jeff stood by the sink with his back to the camera, "Tom says you shouldn't worry and that they've got everything under control."

Hearing that, Mia felt relieved since she had come to trust Tom and Harry. If they could easily get Jeff into the house and find out about Diana, it meant they were keeping their eyes on things.

Mia returned to the dining, her expression composed but her mind still racing with plans as she wondered what Henry was up to and what Tom and Harry had planned out.

She took her seat and picked at her food, her appetite gone, and breakfast continued with an air of forced normalcy.

Henry glanced at her as he rose after breakfast, his expression unreadable. "Go get ready. We will be leaving in thirty minutes," he said, his tone brooking no argument.

Mia nodded, her heart pounding and she glanced at Diana as she rose. "I can't say I'm sorry to see you go, Vanessa. But I wish you the best and I hope you stay safe," she said, her sincerity clear in her eyes. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mia nodded and forced a smile, "Thank you," Vanessa said as she watched Diana walk away with Henry, and she headed for her bedroom to go get ready.