"My checkmate."

Asha Smith:

After hours of shopping, we headed straight to the beauty salon. Stella was determined to make me look absolutely stunning. While the professionals worked on me, I felt like a true princess. The end result left me speechless; I had never felt so beautiful and confident in my life, with bold red lipstick accentuating my look.

But our mission that day wasn't just about transforming my appearance. We decided it was time to take action regarding the complicated situation I had accepted for far too long. No more accepting everything from that man... I would arrive at the company in power, and with the divorce contract in hand, I should be the owner of the company according to the contract terms. We hired a competent lawyer to fight for my rights, asked him to include the clauses from the old contract, and requested majority ownership of the company for myself, after all, it was my right.

When the contract was ready, which didn't take long, the lawyer and I went to meet Allan, the current owner of the company. And there I was, dressed in a striking red midi dress, brimming with confidence, entering Allan's office unannounced. He looked up from what he was doing and stared at me from head to toe with an incredulous expression, the lawyer right behind me.

I already knew what I wanted, so there was no time to waste, and I spoke firmly and in a cold tone,

— The divorce contract is ready. I want you to sign it so I can get rid of you. —

He clenched his jaw and gave the lawyer next to me a nasty look. The poor lawyer shrank back, but I was already used to him; the lawyer was clearly intimidated by Allan's imposing presence.

I quickly said,

— Calm down, this dog only barks, he doesn't bite. —

However, Allan soon opened his mouth and used his legs to get up from his chair. He approached me, eyes sparkling with anger, glanced at the poor lawyer, and threatened,

— This will be the last case you take. —

I didn't let myself be shaken, and I didn't let this drag on,

— Sign it, this shit, and stop threatening my lawyer, or I'll release your little video on social media. I wonder how the stocks would fare then, especially the ones you had to sell yourself for? —

He turned red with anger, and the lawyer seemed to gain confidence. I was determined to fight for my rights and my company, no matter how intimidating Allan could be.

At that moment, I knew it wouldn't be an easy battle, but I was ready to face the challenge. With Stella by my side and the support of the lawyer, I was prepared to claim what was rightfully mine.

Allan looked at the contract, smiled, and said,

— You want 70% of the company? What about the work I've put in here? — He narrowed his eyes as if he needed some compensation.

— Ambitious... I should have expected that from you, given that you're just an object worth no more than 10 million. —  I saw him clench his fists, and he finally said...

He smiled and said:

— It's yours, I have the 20, and the board has the other 10... the meeting is tomorrow, I already have my company, I don't need this. — 

He signed the contract; I tried to appear composed, but I was dying inside, and as he signed, showing no emotion, it seemed like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

— It's an honor to get rid of you. You told me your grandfather bought me, and you treated me like a disposable package... nobody wanted you, and I had no choices. — It brought back a painful memory, but I just nodded and said.

 — We'll see. Tomorrow, I come to claim what's mine.--- I spoke and turned my back on that virile man. I left the room, the lawyer following closely. I felt a knot in my stomach, the way he humiliated me in front of the lawyer, a shameless act. He's lucky I'm not petty, or everyone would know about him.

— It seems like he cares about you, — the lawyer said, and I gave a bitter smile, then replied, 

— He treats me like nothing. — The lawyer then said, 

— He just ruins people's lives. I've never seen anyone talk to him like that and walk away unscathed, and he's never cared about offending anyone. I've never seen him like this. — I rolled my eyes; this man must not know what decency is.

At least he signed the divorce agreement, and I gained something from this horrible marriage. Now, I'm officially divorced, and he can do whatever he wants. With a lot of anger in my heart, I decided to move on with my life.