Getting Dumped

Sabrina's POV

The dimly lit room felt colder than the usual, the glow from the window casting shadows over his face as he turned. 

Haynes turned, then realized I was there and quickly ended the call. I scoffed as I walked up to him demanding an explanation. 

"The hell were you talking about on the phone, Haynes?" I asked, trepidation washing over me as my hands began getting sweaty. Those words had trouble settling in. He had plans to ruin me then divorce me, that was his plan all along. That was the only thing he could offer me in this two years of marriage while all I did was put up with his attitude and nonchalant behaviours. He must have taken me for a fool—no! I really am a bloody fool for not seeing this coming. 

"For how long have you been standing there?" That came his reply to my question. Answering a question with a question or rather, he was avoiding my question. 

"Does it matter? Just answer the question Haynes. Tell me I heard wrong" I said, and I hated the way I sounded. Pleading, begging and acting miserable. 

"I don't know how much you heard but whatever it is, you didn't hear wrong. My lawyer is preparing the divorce papers, all you need to do is sign them, I've—" I cut him off. 

"What did I ever do to deserve this, Haynes?? All I did was try to love you, stay by your side and support you, Why.....?" My voice caved in and the tears flowed freely. 

I hate it, acting weak. But I couldn't control this. 

"Stop playing the victim here, Sabrina. There was no love. Everything had always been arranged for you. The marriage was never meant to happen, you didn't have a choice, you've never had one" Haynes smirked, his tone mocking, and his words piercing through my heart like a sharp blade.

He was right but I hate to admit it. Everything had always been chosen for me right from birth, I was never allowed to make a choice of my own. 

"So? We can't make this work? After all I've been through for you??" I asked, hoping he'd reconsider. It was funny, I had always wanted to escape the prison of a marriage but here I was begging because even my reputation was at stake. Of course, I would have to stick with the person who started this to get back on my feet and not go down the drain because I had no one else, no fucking soul to run to for help. 

"Shut the fuck up, Sabrina!!" He roared and I flinched as fear got a hold of me, my heart pounded and I realized my hands were shaking.  

"All you've been through for me? Why the hell would you make it sound like I also wasn't struggling in this thing we called marriage?" He said and I scoffed silently to myself. 

Struggling?? He never struggled. All he had ever done was do as he wishes without considering how I must have felt. 

"Enough of this. I have nothing else to talk to you about. Once you've sign the papers, it'd be better not to see you ever again. Because Camilla is coming back" he said. 

The name hit me harder than anything he had said tonight. 

Camilla Trent. 

His ex fiancee. He really is dumping me for someone from his past. 

"This isn't over, Haynes. It isn't" I said, grabbed my bag and stormed out of the house. 

My last words lingered in the air, those words sounded like a threat but I wasn't even sure if it was. What if my family is wealthy and powerful?? I wouldn't be able to do anything since even my father is also going down the drain just like me. 

That's the thing with the public. The scandal is all about Richard Ventimiglia but they are including me in their attacks. 

I got into my car—Haynes Chadwick's car to be precise. The drive to the Ventimig's mansion was short and I rushed into the house in a frantic search of my Dad. There he was, sitting relaxed on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the TV. 

"I knew you would rush here the moment you see the news. That must surely means it's affecting you. Glad I'm not going down alone. Let's go down together dear daughter" Dad said and I could hardly believe what he had just uttered. 

The words lingered in the air and the only sound that followed was the clink of the whiskey glass lifting off the table. Relaxed, and still sipping a glass of whiskey. 

It made me let out a bitter laugh. 

"Go down together? Keep dreaming! You deal with your scandals, I will find a way to get myself out of this. Being the only daughter of Richard Ventimiglia is surely a curse" I spat out and dashed out of the house the same way I had dashed in. 

I thought Dad could find a solution to all the mess but seeing him, I knew he had given up and all he was happy about was that, I would be going down with him. Well, he should keep dreaming. Even if I have to beg Haynes on my knees, I will. Not my image, not my company. He could take the marriage but not the reputation I had built for myself without their help. 

While heading to my car, my phone which I had been ignoring all the calls that had been coming in rang again. It was my personal assistant. I swiped the green icon. 

"Hello ma'am" 

"The situation?" I asked as I walked faster to the car, my chin still straightened as I couldn't afford letting go of the elegance and composure that had always flown with me. 

"It's quite bad ma'am. Shareholders are making a fuss and investors are asking for withdrawal of their investments" she said and I sighed. 

"Keep me updated on things, I promise to get this solved in any way I could"

"Yes ma'am, just stay strong, we will get through this" she said and that left a smile on my face. 

"Thank you"

"And—hand a quit letter to the new secretary. Start searching for a new one" I said and ended the call before she could give a response. 

I sat in the car, my hands on the wheel as I stared at a blank space. Now I have only one option. 

Beg Haynes Chadwick. Accept this defeat. Act miserable once more. 

Have I ever had an option?

No.