I didn't call Bon, when i woke up, I'm mad at him.
So mad!!
My mind was confused today, first the little brat came back, now i have to face my bastard husband and his whore.
I wanted my divorce.
Not tomorrow, not next week.
TODAY!!
The words burned like acid in my throat as I stood before the cold marble steps of the Nergris Building, my bastard husband's Tourist firm glinting in the gray morning light.
For a month, I had rehearsed this confrontation in my mind.
I pressed the divorce papers tighter to my chest.
My hands were trembling not from fear, but from fury too long contained.
Inside, the building buzzed with power.
Secretaries in pencil skirts and polished shoes glanced up, whispering behind manicured hands as I walked past.
I knew what they saw the perfect wife unraveling.
The scandal they'd been waiting for.
William's office door was half-open, laughter spilling out.
The laughter of a man who had never once suffered for the pain he caused.
I could smell his cologne from here sharp, expensive, arrogant.
"Mrs. Nergris," the secretary tried to stop me.
"You can't just—"
"I can," I said, pushing the door open.
He looked up from his chair, that smug, effortless charm plastered across his face.
"Ella," he said softly, like he still owned the right to say my name.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for my divorce," I said.
The words came out calm, precise.
Ice dressed as control.
He leaned back, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. "
Is that what you really want, darling? You're upset. You don't mean that."
I dropped the papers on his desk, the sound cutting through his arrogance like a blade.
"I've never meant anything more."
The room fell silent.
For a moment, I could almost hear my heart breaking again.
Then the door opened behind me.
Just then Nancy entered.
This bastard!!
She was elegant poised in a way that reeked of quiet ambition.
Her name tag read **Nancy Holt**, Head of Legal Affairs.
Oh!!
She was holding a coffee tray.
William smiled at her, too easily.
"Nancy, perfect timing. Ella and I were just--"
But I wasn't listening anymore.
Because the second I saw her face, the world shifted.
The woman that i should have killed her.
My mother's murderer.
Nancy froze when our eyes met.
For one flickering second, I saw something recognition, fear, guilt.
Then it vanished, buried beneath her smooth corporate smile.
"Oh!! Ella you're back!" she said evenly,
"I haven't heard a lot about you lately,"
I could barely breathe.
My pulse roared in my ears.
Every nerve in my body screamed for control, but my voice betrayed me.
"It's you," I whispered. "You killed her,"
William frowned.
"Ella, what the hell are you talking about?"
Nancy set the coffee tray down slowly.
"That's a very serious accusation."
I stepped forward, every ounce of grief and rage I'd carried since childhood igniting like wildfire.
"It was you," I said, my voice shaking. ". You killed her. You—"
William rose from his chair, grabbing my wrist.
"Enough! You're losing your mind!"
But I wasn't.
For the first time in years, I was seeing everything clearly.
The affair.
The lies.
She was up to something bad, i could feel it.
And now here she was. Working for my husband.
"I want my divorce," I said again, staring straight at Nancy. "And then I want the truth."
Nancy's expression didn't falter, but her knuckles tightened around the edge of the tray.
"Be careful, Ella," she murmured.
"Some truths can ruin you."
I smiled through tears I refused to shed. "Then let them."
Because I wasn't the woman who cried anymore.
I was the woman who wanted her divorce and her revenge.
William had had enough.
He snatched the divorce papers from my hands, his voice sharp and trembling.
"Fine!" he barked, signing too quickly, as if to stab every word into me.
Then, in one reckless motion, he threw the papers out into the hallway where every workers, every one could see our shame scattered like broken glass.
Nancy stood there, her hands already on him, pretending to soothe.
"Don't you worry, baby," she purred, her voice dripping with poison.
"You don't need her. You don't need anybody.You need me."
"Just me"
I saw her eyes dark, gleaming with triumph.
I knew that look.
Manipulation.
Deception.
Danger.
And William… my bastard husband looked so pale, so weak, like a man caught in her web.
I should have turned away.
I should have left.
It wasn't my business anymore.
But my heart refused to listen.
Something deep inside whispered.
"this isn't over''
I told William be careful then i left.
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