2- More surprises

Just as Diane managed to pull herself together and walk into the shoot room, Tiffany was in Michael’s arms now. An angry Lauren stomped off, heels clicking noisily and with her nose in the air, she banged the door loudly behind her while her assistant rushed after her, apologizing to everyone.

As her gaze fell on Michael, he pulled Tiffany closer to himself. Their eyes met and while holding eye contact with her, he crouched down and kissed Tiffany on the lips. Tiffany held him tightly, pushing her body into his while some people from the little crowd took pictures and videos of him.

Mr Bellmont is clearly in love. Mr Bellmont’s wife is so hot! The whispers around flooded her ears.

He was clearly doing this to taunt her. She was sure now. She knew Michael was never forgetful so she was sure he knew today was their anniversary and was deliberately doing all these. But how could he accuse her of cheating? Just like that? Out of the blues? Just to have his first love again?

He broke the kiss, looking away from her and then turned to the crowd, “Tiffany here, is your new model. Help her get familiar with everywhere. She would be the managing director of the Luxe Division from henceforth”.

Tiffany squealed in happiness and hugged Michael.

It seemed like the clock had stopped ticking and time had paused just has the room fell silent and everyone’s attention was on Diane now. Diane’s mouth fell open in disbelief as well at Michael’s audacity.

How could he do this to her?

She was presently the managing director of the Luxe division and here he was, firing her in front of everyone without a care in the world and embarrassing her.

“That would be all for today,” Michael concluded, whispered something to Tiffany and then walked out, making sure to shove Diane out of the way with his shoulder.

Diane turned around, the tears in her eyes about to break free as she left the shoot room to go after Michael again. She had barely made a few steps forward when she was pulled back by her hair, making her stop in her tracks and wince in pain.

She turned around to see Tiffany.

“Oh Diane honey, why do you have a long face?”

Diane ignored her as she watched the one person she hated the most, stand before her, insulting her.

Then the blonde woman suddenly gasped in fake shock, holding a palm over her chest, "Mikey hasn't told you?"

"Told me what?" Diane asked.

"We're back together." She purred, her bright blue eyes filled with excitement. "Oh oh and guess who's gonna be a mum soon? Me." She said, gliding a hand over her stomach.

Diane's breath hitched in her throat as her eyes traveled down to Tiffany's stomach. There was no way she was pregnant for Michael.

"You're lying." She accused. "Michael would never do that."

"Oh yeah? Sure sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetie," Tiffany chuckled. "See you at home. Can't keep Mikey waiting yunno!"

With that Tiffany walked out, leaving her there, sad and confused.

**

Diane’s tears decorated the white papers and brown envelope beside her as she delayed putting down her name on it. The whole family had their eyes on me waiting impatiently for her to sign them. Beside the divorce papers were pictures of her with some other guy. A guy she had not met before, intimately cuddled up, some were of her naked pictures which had been blurred out a bit.

“Shameful,” Caesar, Michael’s father thundered. “Nothing but disgrace.”

"You can't do this Michael, please," Diane's cracked voice spoke up as she looked at Michael through blurred vision.

"Should have thought about that before cheating, Diane." Michael replied.

"Do you not trust me?"

Michael scoffed, "Don't speak to me about trust now,"

"Michael... Even if we're not married, we're best friends. We've been best friends since college. You should know I wouldn't do this," Diane said, shoving the pictures to his face. "Th...these are fake. You know."

"Us being best friends should have made you understand how much I hate cheats then." Michael replied flatly.

Diane's sobbed harder as she reached for him, the tears flowing down her cheeks, "Please don't do this, I love you. I love you, Michael."

"Sign the papers. By now, your mother, Dorathy should have gotten your stuff. I don't want you anywhere near my house from this moment." He replied with a hint of finality.

"Michael-"

Michael turned to Ethan. “If she doesn’t sign this papers in the next minute, send the guys to throw her out. I have had it with these noise and nonsense.” Then he went upstairs.

"L-O-S-E-R," Diane’s eyes met Tiffany’s and Tiffany mouthed the words to her, glided her hands over her stomach and smiled.

It was not up to a matter of minutes until she was thrown out of the Belmont house with the papers on the ground beside her still waiting to get signed.

**

With swollen eyes and a puffy face, she had booked a cab back to her stepmother’s house.

After the company card had declined severally while she tried to pay for her lodging, she got the clear message that Michael had cut her off financially also.

She arrived in the cab at her house and got out. Another surprise met her there, her things were out on the front porch, everyone of them.

Confused at what was happening, she walked up the stairs and into the house, opening the door with the house code.

"Better not be who I think that is -" It was Estelle who called out as she came to the hallway, meeting Diane right were she was.

"Estelle, why are my stuff outside? And not in my room?" Diane asked her stepsister who looked like she was ready to throw her right out where her stuffs were at.

Estelle ran her a look, walking past her, "We need to change this door code and stop letting strangers into our house, mum!"

"Who's there?" Another female voice called from inside, followed by footsteps approaching.

Diane turned to Estelle, confusion plastering her innocent face as she watched her step-sister change the door code right in front of her.

"What's going on?"

"What isn't going on, drama queen?" Estelle shot back.

Diane shook her head, "I don't understand what you're talking about.

"Why don't I help your short term memory recall then."

Diane saw her step mother, Dorathy who had joined them at the hallway. "Mum-"

"Don't f*king call me that, b*tch. The only person linking us both is dead already so don't make that mistake ever again!"

Estelle scoffed, twirling her hair and watching Diane's shocked face looking back at the both of them. Left for her, Diane deserved whatever was happening to her and she couldn't care less.

"You stole a huge part of the company shares from the same company your father had worked hard till his death? Making the company almost go bankrupt!" Dorathy said in a loud tone. "You think we wouldn't find out? Is that what you've been up to at the Belmont house?! Did you plan this with them?!!"

"I'm sorry I-"

"I don't want to hear that flimsy apology out your mouth, crook!" Dorathy snapped cutting her short, she was fuming at the sight of Diane, and she wanted her out of her sight as soon as possible.

"I swear I don't know what's going on.." Diane replied, her voice cracking for the first wave of tears that were about to pool out that morning. She felt betrayed already by everyone and acussing her of stealing was something she would have sworn would never happen to her.

"You're so wicked," Dorathy continued. "And it serves you right that Michael found out about your cheating ass." Now get the hell of here and never show your face, crook!"

Before Diane could utter any more words, Estelle grabbed her by her hair and shoved her out the door, flipping her off and banging the door shut in her face.

"Diane?" Someone called her from behind.