Chapter Two

PRISCILLA'S POV

“Cheat!”

My step faltered at his word.

“What?”

“You heard what I said, Priscilla!”

“I didn't cheat on you. What are you talking about?”

“Would you cut the hell with your innocent act?!”

“I honestly don't know what you're talking about, Brenton,” I said and took a calm breath.

I knew what he was doing. This was a ploy to distract me from what he had done, a ploy to distract me so he would not have to apologize to me for his betrayal.

“Brent, you don't need to do this. Just tell me you are not going to apologize.”

He stood up from beside Pamela on the sofa and advanced toward me, his entire body tensed with anger.

But anger from what? I was the one that was supposed to be angry. After all, he cheated on me. So why was he labeling me as a cheat?

“Are you out of your fucking mind, right now, Priscilla?” he asked, his voice low and cold with fury as he kept on coming at me. “Apologize?! Apologize for your dirty habit?!”

Suddenly, I was frightened. Something had happened.

My back hit the wall and I shrilled, “Get back, Brenton! I don't know what you're talking about! Get back!”

“You don't know what I'm talking about?! You don't know what I'm talking about?! You fucking liar! Then what is this?!” He yelled as he grabbed a stack of photos from the table and shoved it underneath my nose.

I felt the color wash off my face in one second.

“What?” I said, my voice hoarse whispering from what I was seeing. “W-what are these? Who took these?! I-I don't understand.”

The pictures were of me and my ex, Nicolas in compromising positions at a bar. Who had done this?

“Do you understand now?! Do you?!” asked Brent.

“No, I don't. I don't know how this came about.”

“You deny meeting your ex in secret?! You deny having an affair with him although you're married?!”

“I agreed that I saw him at the bar last week but it wasn't because of him that I went there. I—”

“Do you think I'm a fool, Priscilla?! Do you think I'm a fool?!”

I just kept quiet, staring at him.

“Answer me!” He continued his voice a tight whip of barely controlled fury. “After all I've done for you in our years of marriage, you still have the guts to cheat?!”

“Brent, I swear to you. I didn't cheat on you. I would never cheat on you,” I pleaded, weeping.

“So you're nothing but a whore who will spread her legs anytime the opportunity comes, right?”

“No,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Liar,”

“No,”

“Cheat,”

“No!” I screamed, shaking my head. “I didn't cheat on you! I never would have! Why are you doing this to me?! It is you who have betrayed me. Betrayed me by—”

I was suddenly cut off by Pamela, who had been watching us the whole while.

“I can't believe you would dare do such a thing, Priscilla. Brent put his entire soul into making this marriage work and yet you betrayed him.” She shook her head. “You don't deserve a man like him.”

I ignored her and focused my attention on Brent, trying to get to him.

“Brent, please.”

When he looked up at me, there was no emotion at all in his eyes.

The look on his face was like he …. Hated me.

That couldn't be right. He was the one who deserved my hatred.

“I swear to you I didn't go to that bar to meet Nicolas. I didn't. I had no idea how that picture came to be!”

“Lies! Lies from the mouth of the devil herself! You finally let your greediness and love of money take over you completely!”

“Brent, you have to believe me. I wasn't there for Nicolas! I only ran into him!”

“So you admit that you frequently visit bars often, even as a married woman?!”

I shook my head furiously, denying it. “I went to the bar because I wanted to give Sameen a gift because I wouldn't be able to make it for her baby shower! She works at the bar! You know this!”

“Obviously, I was deceived.”

“I've seen you multiple times in clubs and bars, Priscilla, you don't need to start lying now,” Pamela shot in, a smirk on her face.

I ignored her. “Brent, please,” I said, trying to clutch at his arm in desperation. “I am your wife! You know me better than anyone! Please, you have to believe what I told you, Brent,” I wept, begging. “Are you really going to believe her over me?! After what she did to you?!”

Pamela had dumped him five years ago when the Kingston

The Group of Companies was struggling with debt and had been on the verge of collapse.

Brent had brought a ring to her house to propose to her but he had met her with another guy and she had callously told him that he was almost a pauper and wouldn't be able to support her lifestyle anymore. When she later found out that the company survived, she came crawling back to him. Her earlier actions shattered him and hardened his heart to love but here he was again, taking her back and choosing her over me - his wife of three years. How could he do that?!

It felt like a sharp knife was being twisted round and round my heart and the pain wouldn't stop.

“You're a cheat yourself, Brent!” I suddenly yelled. “You aren't clean either! I saw you and Priscilla having sex a few hours ago!”

“Are you trying to cover up?!” Brent yelled at me. “Are you trying to cover up your deceit by making false claims against Pamela and I?!”

“I saw—” I tried to get in a word but he cut me off brutally, letting the sentence die on my lips.

“You are a devil's spawn, aren't you?”

I shook my head at him, my eyes tearing up all over again. The sorrow and pain in my heart were heavy and deeper than anything I could have ever imagined.

I was begging a man who was a cheat himself— begging him to believe me and take him back.

Despite the fact that he had been the one that cheated.

But where did the pictures come from?

From Nicolas himself? Was this some sort of revenge because he couldn't take me back? But I hadn't seen him with a camera.

“I can't — I can't b-believe you're choosing her over me. I'm your wife, Brent. Your wife!”

“Not only have you ruined my reputation, you have ruined my family's name as well. I wish I could erase you and everything we have together from my memories,” he growled at me. “You'll pay for what you've done, Priscilla. I promise you.”

“Brent, you have to believe me,” I wept, summoning up the courage to clutch at his arm but he snatched it away from me, making me fall back violently against the table.

He produced a set of papers and a pen and slammed them down on the table.

“Divorce papers. I want them signed. Now.”