Chapter 1

Valerie.

"The test results indicate that you're going to be a mother, Mrs. Valerie," the doctor announced, handing me a sheet of paper. 

I felt a ripple of awe as I hastily unfurled the paper as if to verify the doctor's words. 

Pregnancy?

A mix of feelings churned within me – one part eager to celebrate, while another dreaded Greg's reaction, especially after our heated argument that morning.

The doctor's voice broke into my thoughts. "Is everything alright, ma'am? You seem concerned."

I forced a smile, trying to brush off my apprehension. "It's nothing, doctor. Could you remind me how far along I am?"

"You're approximately three months pregnant," he replied, his face still etched with a warm smile.

I nodded, folding the paper into my bag before rising from my seat. "Thank you, doctor."

As I turned to leave, the doctor called out, "Mrs. Valerie?"

I turned back, and he added, "Don't forget to schedule your antenatal appointments."

I assured him, "I'll take care of that, doctor. Thank you again."

With the doctor's words still echoing in my mind, I stepped out of the office, my thoughts racing with the weight of this new reality.

My hands were itching to reach out to Greg on the phone and apologize to him but then realized that he would be back home.

It all started with a couple of words he threw at me, reminding me again of how useless I am and how he regrets marrying me every single day. 

Greg's perpetual dissatisfaction had been fueled that day by a lost business deal. But it was his flippant remark that still stung: “You are not just pathetic. You are also filled with bad luck and maybe I should start getting myself another woman for the sake of luck." The thought of my husband so readily considering a replacement had been gnawing at me since our argument and the pain of it lingered.

The ride back to the apartment was a silent one. My heart was racing anticipating what could be his reaction to the news of the pregnancy.

I arrived at the apartment a couple of minutes later and I stepped into the living room. Greg was around but not in sight.

"Babe?" I called out but there was no answer.

My ears picked up sounds coming from the rooms and I figured he could be inside one of the rooms enjoying his moment alone.

The walk through the stairs has always been a tiring one and it was even more frustrating with the current pregnancy state that I am in.

I paused in the hallway which had all rooms side by side.

Bed cracking.

Loud soft moans.

 “Yes Greg, fuck me like you've never done to your useless wife.”

“Dig my pussy, darling, uhhh… I love it.”

“Take me in, all of me!” he replied letting out a soft groan.

My heart jogged two times faster as I approached the room where all these sounds were coming from. I didn't want to believe my thoughts.

  

I pulled the door open and froze at the spot.

Before my eyes was Greg with another woman in our matrimonial bed sharing intimate sex. Greg was on the bed, while the lady grinded her hips against him.

Anger was slowly beginning to build inside of me. I walked into the room and slammed the door, causing the both of them to break away.

Greg raised his head but he wasn't shocked to see me. The lady, on the other hand, wrapped the sheets around her body.

"You came way too early." He said.

"Are you seriously saying that right now?" I asked my voice close to a breaking point.

"How can you do this to me Greg? How can you do this to us?" The tears were beginning to fall from my eyes as I spoke to him.

Greg sighed and slowly got up from the bed, wearing his trousers. He walked to the table and picked up a brown envelope and walked over to meet me.

"Take this." He said, staring into my eyes with no emotion.

"And why should I?" I asked angrily. 

"It is for your good sweetheart. Take this." He repeated.

I stretched my hand to receive the envelope and he dropped it on the floor and began to walk away.

The lady on the bed giggled and this struck a nerve within me. I had the urge to rush over to her side and simply slap her right across the face.

But I managed to control my temper.

I pulled out a document from the envelope and my eyes widened seeing the heading of the letter. 

"A divorce!" 

Greg didn't say anything. He was simply scrolling through his phone while my heart was at a breaking point.

"Greg, don't do this please," I begged him.

"Come on Valerie! Can't you see that he is no longer interested in you? You are old news now." The lady said and snuggled close to Greg.

More tears dropped from my eyes as they locked lips once again in my present.

That was all I needed to know and it made me realize who I am dealing with. 

The reality is that Greg never loved me and it was clear from everything happening right now that he wanted something else.

"You don't deserve to be a father," I mumbled in a low tone and angrily picked up the pen on the floor.

After one last look at the paper, I imprinted my signature and dropped it on the floor.

"That's a good girl," Greg said in a mocking tone.

"You will regret this Greg. I promise." I said to him and walked out of the room afterwards. 

My heart was heavy and more tears began to flow down my cheeks. 

Where do I go from here?

What would people say about me?

I didn't get to stay long enough in my marriage before the divorce.

The face of the lady giggling and laughing at my predicament hit me once again. My hands folded into fists.

Greg has crossed the line with this divorce and I am going to make sure that he pays for everything he has done to me.

It wasn't enough that I had to vent my anger. I needed to show him what it felt like to be humiliated the way he did to me.

My phone beeped and I checked the notification to see if it was a headline. 

I shouldn't be concerned about any headlines on the news but this one struck me with a bright idea.

'Collins Penta, CEO of Rush Luxury had arrived in New York City for a meeting'

Everyone knows Collins as a big billionaire but not many knew that he was Greg's brother.

An evil smile filled my face because of an idea.

Maybe I could get back at Greg with Collins.

It will be the perfect sweet revenge.