The Power to strike back

Lost in my own misery, I hardly noticed the sleek black car that pulled up beside me, nor the tall figure that stepped out from within. It wasn't until a voice called out to me that I looked up, startled, to see Luke's uncle, a man of wealth and influence, standing before me. It was Martins,I had met him few times, From what I heard, He was the most powerful in the family but yet reserved and cold.

"Carina?" His voice was filled with concern as he approached, his brow furrowed with worry. "Is that you?"

I nodded numbly, too stunned to speak, too broken to care. But before I could utter a word, his personal assistant stepped forward, her expression grave.

"Sir, that is indeed Mrs. Carina," she confirmed, her voice tinged with sadness. "I overheard the workers saying that she was served divorce papers and thrown out of the house. She's been out here, begging for two days now."

The weight of her words hit me like a sledgehammer, the reality of my situation crashing down on me with brutal force. Divorce papers? Thrown out of the house? It felt like a nightmare, a cruel twist of fate that I couldn't wake up from.

Luke's uncle's eyes widened in shock, his features contorted with disbelief and anger. "Divorce papers?" he exclaimed, his voice rising with outrage. "Thrown out of the house? I knew the marriage was wack! Come with me , You can't be in this rain"

His words were like mockery filled with pity,I didn't want to associate myself with Luke and his family anymore and he was indeed a family,Madam Claire youngest brother.

" I do not need your help" I said and I walked out.

" I expected the divorce…It took them long enough, Keep an eye on her for me " Martins ordered his personal assistant and he signalled his driver to change direction, He was no longer interested in seeing his sister and her son for now .

The rain soaked through my clothes, chilling me to the bone as I trudged down the deserted street, my spirits as dampened as the weather. Lost in my thoughts, I hardly noticed the sleek Lamborghini that pulled up beside me, nor the impeccably dressed individuals who stepped out.

"Excuse me, are you Carina?" A woman in a sharp suit approached me, her expression both businesslike and kind.

I nodded, surprised by the sudden attention. "Yes, that's me."

The woman smiled gently. "I'm from the Welmer family. Katie, an old friend of yours, has been asking to see you."

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Grandma Katie. Despite the rain and the gloom, a warm feeling spread through me at the thought of the kind old lady who had once been a beacon of light in my life.

"Grandma Katie?" I repeated, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Of course, I remember her."

It had been a year since I had last seen Grandma Katie, a year since I had strolled through the estate with her, listening to her tales of days gone by and sharing in her laughter. She had been a friend to me when I had felt utterly alone, and the thought of seeing her again filled me with a sense of joy and anticipation.

As I sat in the plush leather seat of the Lamborghini, the assistant beside me mentioned something about giving me a makeover before seeing Grandma Katie. I furrowed my brows in confusion, not understanding the necessity of it.

"Why do I need a makeover?" I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity.

But to my surprise, nobody offered an explanation. Instead, they simply went about their business, bustling around me as if my question had never been asked.

Before I knew it, I was being whisked away into a luxurious salon, where a team of stylists set to work on me with a flurry of brushes and hairdryers. I sat there in stunned silence as they worked their magic, transforming me from a bedraggled mess into something resembling a glamorous movie star.

As I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, I felt a lump form in my throat. I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me, her hair styled in soft curls, her makeup enhancing her features in a way I had never seen before.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I took in my appearance. It had been so long since I had felt beautiful, so long since I had allowed myself to indulge in such frivolous things. When I had married Luke, even though he was rich, he had always insisted that I dress down and keep a low profile. He had made me feel ashamed of my appearance, convinced me that my worth lay solely in my ability to perform household chores.

But now, seeing myself all dolled up, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, as if I were finally free to be myself again.

As we made our way to see Grandma Katie, I couldn't stop smiling, Perhaps, just perhaps, this makeover was more than just a superficial change. Perhaps it was a symbol of a new beginning, a chance to reclaim my identity and embrace the beauty that had always been inside me, waiting to be set free.

As I entered the room, the sweet scent of flowers filled the air, mingling with the warmth of Grandma Katie's smile as she tended to her beloved blooms. My heart swelled with affection as I caught sight of her, her kind eyes sparkling with joy at the sight of me.

"Grandma Katie!" I exclaimed, rushing forward to envelop her in a tight hug. "It's so good to see you!"

She returned my embrace with equal enthusiasm, her frail arms wrapping around me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. "Carina, my dear, it's been too long," she said, her voice tinged with genuine affection.

As she led me to a cozy sitting area, she gestured for me to take a seat while she prepared some tea. I watched her with a sense of gratitude, feeling a rush of emotions welling up inside me.

"Grandma Katie, there's something I need to tell you," I began, my voice hesitant as I struggled to find the right words.

But before I could speak, Grandma Katie placed a comforting hand on mine, her gaze steady and knowing. "Carina, my dear, I already know what Luke did to you," she said softly. "And I want you to know that I'm here to help you in any way I can."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as her words washed over me, a mix of relief and gratitude flooding my heart. "Thank you, Grandma Katie," I whispered, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

She smiled gently, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now, before we get into the details, I want you to meet someone," she said, motioning to a man who had been waiting patiently in the corner.

"Carina, this is Ben, my lawyer," she introduced, her voice tinged with excitement. "He's here to help you."

I turned to Ben, offering him a tentative smile as he approached. "Nice to meet you, Ben," I said, my voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

Ben returned my smile with a warm one of his own, his reassuring presence putting me at ease. "Likewise, Carina. Grandma Katie has told me a lot about you," he said, his tone friendly and welcoming.

Before I could respond, Grandma Katie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small box, handing it to me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "I have a gift for you, Carina," she said, her voice filled with excitement.

With trembling hands, I opened the box, my breath catching in my throat as I caught sight of its contents. Inside lay documents, deeds, and titles—proof of Grandma Katie's immense wealth, all transferred to my name.

I stared at the papers in disbelief, my mind reeling with the enormity of what Grandma Katie had just done for me. "But... but Grandma Katie, I can't accept this," I stammered, overcome with emotion.

Grandma Katie shook her head, her eyes shining with pride. "You deserve this, Carina. You now have the power to strike back, What will you do ?"