214: MCIW 026 SAM RYANS I

MCIW 026 SAM RYANS I

I have gathered important information about Sam Ryanns, the twenty-five year old man previously employed at my husband's company. There was a limited amount of information published on the internet about him but the information available is surely interesting.0

Sam was an orphan. When he was ten years old he was adopted by a couple who have a daughter who is the same age as him. It was not stated if Sam did have a good relationship with his adopted parents but he grew up constantly causing them trouble. At school he was labelled a delinquent and constantly cuts classes. But despite his ill-behavior, he was an intelligent child and could have topped his classes if he worked hard for it. 

After he finished his studies, Sam, who graduated from Accounting with surprisingly flying colors despite his troublesome history applied at the company my husband owned, his quick wit and intelligence got him a position he deserved. Over the span of three years he worked, he showed nothing but diligence and hard work worthy of promotion until I entered the story. 

Here comes the difficult part. 

Just a year ago, Sam who was supposed to be up for promotion was convicted of embezzlement and was locked behind bars where he will be staying for the next two years. Currently he is serving one year in prison. 

The saddest part of this case is he was wrongfully convicted. He never had the chance to attend his wedding because he was locked in prison that day. 

I shifted my eyes away from my laptop screen, and slowly massaged my temples until the throbbing eased a bit. How would I deal with this? Will I ever have the chance to face him knowing I ruined his life? 

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't hear Lucas enter my room until he'd spoken. "I'm sorry to barge in without knocking." He said politely. In an instance I was on my feet, staring at him with wide-stretched eyes. 

"You startle me." I mumbled, taking a backward step to put more distance between us. Having him close rattled my nerves and made me lose composure. 

"I'm sorry. I know you would make excuses if I knocked on the door and asked for your permission to get in."

I swallowed hard knowing he was right. I'm not yet prepared to see him after signing the divorce papers since the wound was still fresh and raw, my heart aches everytime I see him knowing soon he would be my ex-husband. 

"Why are you here?" I asked. 

"To apologise, Alexandria. I'm sorry, I should have treated you harshly." Lucas was sincere that whatever grudges I held against him melted instantly. 

"You don't have to apologise." I replied, staring into his inky eyes, wondering if it was worry shining in them. But Lucas hates me, he wouldn't care about what I feel. 

"I feel that I have to. You just got out of the hospital, and have not yet recovered from your injury. It's inconsiderate of me to let you sign the divorce papers."

I lowered my eyes on the floor, fearing he would see the pain and regret if I kept looking at him. 

Silence passed between us for a moment.

"No harm done… Signing the divore papers is what's best for us, Lucas." I replied after gathering the courage I could muster to look at him again. "If it did not happen today, it will still happen in the future." 

"Are you mad at me?" He asked. I was surprised that he'd ask that it took me seconds to reply. Do I have reasons to get mad at him? 

"I'm not, Lucas." I told him. It was the truth. I'm just sad, not mad. 

"I'm relieved." He responded, his tone sounded cheerful as if a weight was lifted off from his shoulders. 

"Lucas, I know we're not on good terms but could you do one little favor for me after our divorce has been finalized?" 

He looked at me earnestly, "I'll give you anything you want, Alexandria. You will receive alimony to support your lavish lifestyle after we separate."

I shook my head in response, hurt that he thought I only cared about money, I stared straight at his eyes. "I'm not referring to money, Lucas. I would not care less if I received nothing from you. The favor I'm asking is about our son."

"You will never have our son, Alexandria. I will fight and do everything for you not to have him." He swore under his breath, instantly his eyes were lit with fire. 

"I know, Lucas. I know." I replied rather calmly although my heart is reaping apart. "I will never have the chance to win custody of our son. If we are to do our case today, the judge will certainly side with you."

He relaxed a bit. "What do you want then?" His voice sounded resigned. 

"Visitation rights is all I asked. I wanted to be with Niall on all his birthdays, have the chance to prepare it for him and have the feeling of joy to watch him blow out his candle. I wanted to attend his every meeting at school, to take him out for a treat if you allow, and become the best mom I never had the chance to do before." I bit back the tears and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Please…. Please… that's all I have to ask." I was so desperate that I would have kneeled on the floor if he asked for it. 

"I couldn't give my answer yet, Alexandria. Things will change after your memories return. You might not want the things you thought you want now."There was a hint of sadness in his tone as he whispered those words. 

"I won't change my mind, Lucas." 

"I just hope you won't, Alexandria. You can't blame me for doubting you. You still have not recovered your memories, reason enough that you won't understand why I feel this way."

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