Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Elena’s POV

Only three days remained until the divorce. Three days, and I would be completely free of these people.

I took a deep breath outside the venue, reminding myself of what was at stake, then pushed open the doors and went inside to demand the document from Damian.

When I reached him, he barely glanced at me. "Wait," he said cold, dismissive. "The real show hasn't even started yet."

Moments later, a crowd gathered around Chloe, presenting her with an array of lavish gifts—expensive jewelry, luxury cars, and real estate deeds—all of which were paid for by Damian.

Damian grabbed me firmly by the arm and pulled me closer, leaning down to whisper, "See that? All of this was supposed to be yours. If you beg me, I might still reconsider."

I shook off his grip instantly, my face cold. "Return the project document immediately."

Chloe stepped up, scoffing as she looked me up and down. "It’s just a project document. It’s my birthday—can’t you show some manners? You ill-bred wretch."

I sneered, looking her dead in the eye. "Ill-bred? Is that what you call someone who meddles in another person's marriage?"

Chloe grew agitated, her voice rising in frustration. "The person not loved is the true homewrecker!" She pointed dramatically to the massive stack of luxury gifts behind her. "Look at what he gave me! I'm the one who truly holds the most important place in his heart!"

I retorted calmly, "Is that so? If that’s the case, why hasn't he married you yet?"

Chloe shot back, "Even without me, your marriage was already dead in all but name!"

Gasps echoed through the crowd. The guests began whispering among themselves in shock. Was I the actual wife? Did that make Chloe the real homewrecker?

Damian’s face darkened as he stepped between us, demanding that I apologize to Chloe and clear the air in front of everyone right now.

I sneered and agreed, "Fine. But first, give me the project documents belonging to my mother."

Damian snapped, "You’ve made such a mess of things—don't even think about getting those documents unless you kneel and apologize."

I sneered again. Instead of kneeling, I pulled out my phone and thrust it right in front of Chloe's face, displaying a clear video of her deliberately knocking over the lighting rig in the studio to injure me.

"If this video goes public," I whispered dangerously, "do you think your status as a big star will survive?"

Chloe panicked instantly, her face turning pale. "You're framing me! Damian, I didn't do it!"

I looked past her to the crowd and said loudly, "Alright then. Since you claim I'm framing you, let's show everyone the truth."

Chloe hurriedly tugged at Damian’s sleeve in sheer desperation, urging him to give me the documents immediately before I ruined everything for her.

Damian gestured to his assistant, who handed over the file. I secured the documents, verified them, and transferred the video over to Chloe's phone before deleting it from mine.

As I turned to leave, Damian grabbed my arm hard to stop me, accusing me of being heartless enough to ruin my own sister's birthday party.

I sneered, "Sister? You mean the sister who destroyed my family, hooked up with her own brother-in-law, and tried to frame me?"

PAHN!

Damian’s palm struck across my cheek, turning my head to the side. "Apologize to Chloe immediately!"

I shoved Damian back with all the force I had left, demanding to know if he was acting out of a guilty conscience—unable to control his own urges, yet too cowardly to let anyone speak the truth.

Damian’s eyes burned with rage. He threatened me, warning that I had to apologize to Chloe right then and there, or else he would divorce me.

I stood my ground, looked him straight in the eyes, and declared, word for word:

"Fine. Let's get a divorce."