HER REVENGE

Chapter 2:Alina's poI nursed a cup of coffee as I looked out of the window and wiped my eyes for the umpteenth time. I watched the city below and envied the peace enveloping it.Ever since I watched that damned video my heart had been hurting. My eyes were dry from crying so much and I thought that there was nothing left to lose. But I was mistaken. What the receptionist had said kept ringing in my ears again and again.She was not mistaken, she knew what she was saying.My attention was drawn to my phone screen by a gentle chime. Barry Thompson sent me a message. My heart immediately skipped a beat.He emailed me but why? Did he know that I was back?Bracing myself I opened it slowly. And it read:Alina. I am forwarding the divorce documents that have been signed. If you could complete your end as soon as possible Camille and I would be grateful. I hope the course was worthwhile. — Barry. The words made me blink rapidly , documents for a divorce?Did he know I was back?I know

Chapter 4: Alina's pov That night I slept very little. I was having trouble processing the contract I had just signed and my thoughts were racing. One part of me wanted to laugh, another to scream and a tiny silent part to cry. But nothing would change if I cried. It was precisely at 6:00 a. m when my phone buzzed. Dante: The car is downstairs. Get ready.He said as if he already owned me, I gazed at the message and the audacious assurance in his words. I got dressed quickly wearing dark jeans, a white silk blouse and not much makeup. I had to appear gentle without being frail. Untouchable but beautiful. A woman who wouldn't recoil when she married a billionaire. It was a sleek, black spy-movie-type car. With a nod, a silent driver opened the door. Nothing to say, just a luxury. “Miss Alina,” he said courteously. I slid in after nodding back. Yes,now my name is Alina Thompson, the wife who was forgotten. This sister who was betrayed. But that is no longer the case. As we pul

Chapter 6Dante povThe silence between us was thick, and I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my face. I could see the way she wanted to speak—her mouth twitched, and her thoughts were like a parade of unwelcome questions. But I wasn’t in the mood for her probing today. I was still trying to shake off the unease that settled in my chest after seeing her earlier. Something in her expression, something in her silence had stirred a part of me I wasn’t ready to confront.I turned my eyes back to the window, pretending to be absorbed in the landscape blurring by. I wasn’t going to let her get to me. Not this time.Her voice finally broke the silence, light and casual, like she was asking for the weather forecast.“You knew I was going to ask.”I couldn’t help the small, sharp laugh that escaped me. “Alina, you’re simple to read.” I turned to face her, and my eyes locked with hers. She was playing that same game again, the one where she pretended to be uninterested, detached. But

Chapter 8Barry – POV“Should I say, you messed up? Or how am I going to place it, you really did mess up, Camile!”I shouted, my hand on the glass tightened, my eyes heavy with anger that had reddened my eyes.I was seated on the stool at the bar section in our house, my heart raced with anticipation as I glared at the liquor in my glass. The liquid shimmered under the pendant light like it held all the wrong choices I had made.“Camile, have you been listening?” I turned to her.She was sitting on the arm of the couch, her legs crossed lazily, mindlessly scrolling through her phone like we weren’t in the middle of a goddamn storm.I sighed heavily, dropping down from the stool sluggishly. The thought of how I met my ex-wife with another man wouldn’t leave my head. It played on a loop, over and over. Her laugh. Her eyes sparkling. The way she leaned into him like he was the gravity pulling her in.She even had the nerve to kiss him—in public. Around people. Like I never existed.Like

Chapter 10Dante povThe night was over and sunlight shone into the room. I turned to the other side of the mattress, tapping it to check on Alina. My fingers met cool fabric, no warmth, no body, just empty space.I blinked, eyes wide open now.Gone?"What are you looking for?"Her voice curled through the room, a familiar silk I could never confuse for anyone else’s. Curtains rasped against the rod as she tugged them aside, letting the sun spill its gold all over the floorboards.She was standing tall, barefoot in one of my shirts again, holding the curtains like the sun belonged to her.I chuckled under my breath."Good morning," she said, not turning."Good morning to you, Alina," I mumbled, voice still half-asleep, half-entrance.She let go of the curtains, releasing the light like a weapon. It spilled over her face, across the ridge of her cheekbones, the arch of her brow, the slight swell of her lips,unsmiling.That’s when I noticed it.She wasn’t just standing there for the mor