Revenge Was Her Final Vow

Chapter Five

Diana's Point of View

Divorce 

I couldn't believe what had just happened. After our fight last night, everything felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

I had made enquiries at his office, piecing together fragments of his day, until I found my way to the award ceremony. And there she was-the woman he had claimed I had nothing to worry about, the one he had been hiding from me all along. My blood ran cold.

How could he do this after everything I had done for him?

My heart shattered into a million pieces, each shard stabbing me from the inside. I had poured myself into him, sacrificed so much, trusted him completely... and yet here I was, seeing the truth laid bare, cruel and merciless.

I had to leave the hall. I needed air, privacy, solitude. I found my way to the restroom and let myself break, letting the tears come, letting the sobs rack my body. My hands trembled as they gripped the cold porcelain sink.

What did he take me for? A fool? A puppet to toy with at his convenience?

Why did he promise me the world if he couldn't give me even a fraction of it?

What did I do to deserve this betrayal, this humiliation?

I couldn't stop myself. I left the hall and somehow found my way back home, my mind spinning, my chest tight with anger and despair.

I hadn't even sat down when the familiar roar of his car broke the silence. I felt a flicker of relief. Maybe he would explain. Maybe he would tell me that none of what I had seen mattered. Maybe he would deny it all, and I could breathe again.

But the moment he walked through the door, my vision became blurred. She was with him holding on to him tightly like a child. And in his other hand, another paper.

He dropped it on the table. 

Confusion swirled inside me, anger following close behind but I couldn't stop myself as my heart still care. 

I stepped closer, my voice tentative. "Have you eaten?"

He ignored me. His eyes didn't meet mine.

"Open it," he said, pointing to the paper.

I obeyed, trembling. My hands shook as I lifted it, my heart hammering against my ribs.

And then I saw it.

"No... no," I whispered, tears brimming and spilling down my cheeks. "You can't divorce me... please."

"I already did," he said simply. "You can see that I've signed it. Now I need you to sign it with immediate effect."

My knees threatened to buckle.

"This lady here is going to be my wife," he added, his tone flat, void of any hesitation. 

"Wife?! Are you... already married behind my back?" My voice cracked.

"Oh... no," the woman interjected softly. "Once you're out of the picture, I'll step in," she said, lifting her hand to reveal a gold ring gleaming against her finger.

I took a deep, shuddering breath. It felt unreal, like I had been plunged into a nightmare that refused to end. My body trembled, every inch of me screaming in frustration and disbelief.

The man I had trusted with everything-my heart, my dreams, my life-had stabbed me without a second thought.

"No... David, we can settle our misunderstanding, babe," I pleaded, my voice desperate.

He didn't even look at me. His expression was distant, unyielding.

"There is nothing to settle. I am tired of this loveless marriage," he said firmly.

"Sign it and let me go," he continued, cold and detached. "You can keep this mansion, and one of the BMWs is yours."

I rolled my eyes. Did he think he was doing me a favor by tossing material possessions at me?

"No," I said, my voice shaking with barely contained fury. "I don't want it. What I want is my company back-the fashion empire you gave to this woman."

He flinched, though he didn't show it.

"I can't believe you lied to me all these years," I said, tears blinding me. "You deceived me, you made me believe you loved me."

"That's why you wouldn't allow me to bear your child. You forced me through series of abortions for your convenience," I continued, every word a dagger.

Tears streaked my face as I thought of all the sacrifices I had made for him.

"I endured three abortions because you weren't ready for a child. And now, when you no longer want me, you think a piece of paper can erase me?"

"You are wrong, David. I am not going anywhere until you give me back everything you took from me-everything I sacrificed for you."

"My company. My children that never lived. My loyalty. My dignity. All of it."

I watched him carefully. His gaze was sharp, calculating, but I didn't flinch. I wasn't afraid anymore.

"And if I refuse? What will you do? You have no one to fight for you. I am practically your only family," he said, trying to intimidate me.

I shook my head slowly, realizing that his plan was relentless. 

"You don't want the whole world to know the truth about you," I said softly, seeing him falter ever so slightly.

He believed I was helpless, that I was naive. But I had him right where I wanted him, even if he didn't realize it yet. I would make him feel betrayal the way he had made me.

"This war isn't over," I said, fury burning like wildfire. "And I am the one who calls the shots here, not you, David."