BACK WITH MY EX: He Promised To Be Better

Sabrina's POV

My heels tapped against the ground as I moved with my back straight and my chin slightly lifted up— a way of walking indicating ease and confidence. Everything was in a rhythm along with the way my dress swayed. I could feel eyes on me, whispers everywhere about my elegance but I didn't mind—I never did. 

That's the fake life I had built for myself, being the daughter of the influential Ventimiglias and the daughter-in-law of the Chadwicks; that was the only way I could make myself happy, the perfect facade away from the misery that had always been my shadow. 

Those people took pictures and I knew what they were after; the bag in my hand, it was the limited one that had arrived in my store earlier. Anything I touched turned into a trend in just minutes and the marketing world has me to thank for that. 

Getting my mission done; as that was to show the bag off. I hopped into the car and urged the driver to start driving. It was a half-hour drive back to the mansion. 

The mansion where I was not welcomed by my husband or anyone. 

The thirty minutes drive back to the mansion felt like a countdown back to suffocation, one I had not been able to escape from. 

Entering the mansion, I heaved a sigh as it felt like all my worries that had been washed away the moment I left the mansion had returned. It had always been like that and what was surprising was the fact that I always failed to get used to it. 

I opened the door leading to the living room and gently climbed the stairs, all I wanted to do was head to my room, the one I shared with my husband—I knew I shouldn't. It would only hurt me, break me into pieces, make my heart ache like it had always done but I still wanted to.

Who would it be this time?

 My heart wouldn't stop thumping so fast as I took each steps till I got to the room, I opened it wide and it was just like I had predicted, the sight of it made my heart ache as it felt like everything inside of me was burning in rage. 

He had done it again, Haynes Chadwick had done it over and over again! Fucking another woman on our matrimonial bed when he had never even touched me. It doesn't surprise me anymore; the fact that my own legally married husband is a womanizer who doesn't even care about my feelings and how heart wrenching it is for me to always enter this room to meet him in this position. 

They both paused and the shameless sound of moans coming from the shameless bitch who was surely enjoying every bit of my husband also ceased. Turning to look at me, there was no sign of remorse in Haynes cold, dark eyes and that made me chuckle. What was more funny was that the lady was my secretary who I had just recently hire because I've had to replace them multiple times because of this bastard staring at me with eyes devoid of emotions. 

"Bastard!"

All Haynes did was send the lady away with a flick of the wrist while I stood frozen at a spot. I wasn't surprised or shocked to see it, it was just another humiliation that the Chadwick family had forced me to endure in this prison of a marriage. I moved closer to Haynes and slapped him across the face. At least, I could still do that to a man who disrespects me. 

The sharp sound echoed in the air but Haynes only smirked. 

"Don't you know when to stop?" I asked, my voice trembling, as I held back the tears that glistened and threatened to fall off my eyes. 

He chuckled mockingly and that made me feel more disrespected, more irritated and more miserable. 

"Are you sure you are supposed to be worried about that and not your failure of a family right now?? You should watch the news, useless bitch!" He roared and my breath hitched, my heart hammered in my chest as I wondered what he meant. 

Without wasting a second, I rushed downstairs and wasted no time in turning the TV on, my breath hitched— hell! My eyes widened at what I was shown. 

As if dealing with Haynes Chadwick wasn't enough, now there is my Dad's fucking problems to deal with. Right there on the news with the news anchor reporting—"The Scandals of Richard Ventimiglia, the CEO of RC corporations" attached to it were videos supporting the anchors claim of what the scandals were all about. I never had a good family, being born into a rich family was nothing to be proud about when my Dad was nothing but someone who can't even take care of himself and what he owns. 

The scandal has to do with the shady deals he had made with investors, recordings of illegal meetings which were likely to have been recorded by those partners he trusted so much and videos of him harassing young workers and waitresses whenever he got drunk. It would have been cool if it had nothing to do with me but in just few minutes, it started affecting my company, the only thing I could ever boast of owning. 

All because I was his daughter, the public started attacking me, posting malicious comments about me and even a video of me slapping a young lady in a restaurant was revealed. 

Hell! That happened a year and half ago. When I was still crazy about my marriage with Haynes. The lady was one of his mistresses who I had only wanted to teach a lesson. I did nothing wrong, but the public wouldn't see that. 

I had to confront him; my dad. Ask him what he will do to end this mess involving me. I dashed out of the house slamming the door behind me, but then I remembered my bag and car keys. With a sigh, I rushed back in, heading to the sofa where I had dropped the bag but then I heard distinct low voices coming from the kitchen and gently, I tiptoed there, eavesdropping on the conversation of my husband who had come downstairs after I went out of the house. 

Haynes said, "He's surely getting ruined, I have to ruin them if I want to help my political career. The next thing I'm doing is getting a divorce. Getting involved with the Ventimiglias is surely a mess" 

It took a while, but the realization struck me. The person behind all of this was Haynes and the most heart wrenching part? He has plans for me. 

Divorce. 

He was going to divorce me, after all my years of sacrifice.