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Lola’s POV

“She’s going to rot in jail” Peter Goldman spat to the media who were clamoring in front of him.

He was pushed inside the house after and I waited for him until he got to my side. Together, we both gazed at the television, watching Regina who had just being arrested as she tried to escape the country.

Peter turned to me. “Thank you for saving my life” he said with gratitude heavy in his eyes.

A smile formed on my face slowly. “We were both victims of bad spouses. It’s the least I could do”

After watching the video, I had contacted him to inform him about the poison. Knowing Regina, it wasn’t a poison that would kill at once.

It would be something slow to end Peter’s life so she could take his wealth after playing the dutiful wife for a while.

“I owe you a big favor.” Peter said. “Tell me whatever you want, I will make it happen”

I shook my head. Not now, but very soon.

“Why don’t you take care of your health first?” I told him, and with a little nod, I walked out of the room.

-

I walked into the house, the one I once called my matrimonial home. As I walked in, the whole place was dark and a little cold.

I moved to switch on the lights and was almost startled by Isaac who was sitting on the floor in the middle of the sitting room. Empty bottles were carelessly placed around him and a glass was in his hands.

He has lost everything now.

The company has removed him as the president and he has also lost his shares after Regina sold them in her revenge against him. All that’s left of the mighty Isaac Jacob was just the piece sitting pitifully on the floor.

The moment he saw me, he scurry up to his feet and rushed at me. I couldn’t avoid him as he threw himself on me. I wanted to push him away but stopped. His breaths felt too hard, like he was struggling to breathe.

“Get off” I told him.

He held me tighter. “Lola, I’m sorry” he cried.

I heaved and clutched my hands. There was no way I’m letting myself soften for a man like him.

He didn’t deserve it. I told myself.

Isaac moved and stared into my eyes, he leaned down, to kiss me but I recoil. He didn’t fight it, rather he rested his head against my chest.

“Forgive me, Lola. I’m truly sorry now” he whispered again.

I scoffed, weakly.

I had imagined this scene from the moment I found out he was cheating on me. The moment when he would come crushing and beg me on his knees.

Seeing him now, my heart aches a little. After all, I have truly loved him and cared for him.

When he saw that I still didn’t push away, he grabbed my hands and squeezes it gently.

“Let’s go back to how it was before any of these happened” he said barefacedly.

My face twisted in a hard frown.

“Go back? You mean now that you’ve lost everything?” I asked him.

Isaac exhaled.

“With you by my side, I could climb back up again” he let out again shamelessly.

I chuckled, quietly at first, but then louder.

He watched me, conflicted for a second. I moved to the sofa, holding my stomach as I laugh hard. A bitter laugh.

I can’t believe he would be selfish till the end.

He moved closer, obviously not ready to give up.

“Please, Lola. Just this once, help me” he pleaded.

After a moment, I nodded.

“Fine.” I stated. “I will help you”

Isaac’s face light up instantly, he pulled me into another hug. My eyes remained expressionless, I moved my hands and hugged him back.

Just a little affection to make him lose his guard. Whatever game you’re playing dear husband, I’m going to beat you at it.

-

I stared at the dress that Isaac had brought for me. A hip high slits cut red dress, too provocative for a formal meeting.

Isaac appeared behind me and planted a kiss on my shoulder.

“Are you ready for tonight?” he asked.

I forced a smile to hid the repulsive feeling that rose inside of me as his lips touched my body.

I turned to him. “Are you sure this dress is alright for meeting such important guest?” I asked, with false concern plastered on my face.

Isaac smiled, the poisonous one he has used to fool me for years.

“Of course. You know I have good taste” he said.

I almost burst into a laugh, but I managed to keep a smile instead.

“Okay.” I picked the dress.

“After this, you sign the divorce papers” I reminded.

He nodded with a hard smile that I pretended not to see.

Before I walked into the closet room, I dropped my phone already on record.