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I raised my hand to hit him again when it was suddenly caught in midair. My eyes flicked up furiously to see who dared to stop me.

It was him. Nick Foster.

I stared stunned for a second, lowering my hand slowly as I stared at him in disbelief.

His gaze moved to Isaac, who looked terrible now.

“I didn’t think I was invited for this, Mr. Jacob,” he said.

Isaac’s face turned paler, he struggled to speak.

“Mr. Foster…” he stuttered.

My eyes darted back to the man still holding my hand.

He’s the Foster?! Nicholas Foster, Nick?

My gaze faltered again.

I couldn’t believe he was the special guest my darling husband had been expecting tonight.

His eyes moved to me.

“You shouldn’t dirty your hands with trash like him,” he said.

I stared at him a little longer before breaking eye contact and drawing my hand away from his grip.

Mother-in-law hurried over, glaring straight at me.

“You have finally lost your mind,” she cried, moving to her son.

She touched his face carefully. “How could you beat up your husband?” she glared back at me.

I smiled coldly.

“You should have raised him better,” I snapped back.

Her eyes blazed with anger. She pointed a finger at me in fury, but the words caught in her throat.

Regina also moved closer.

“Mum,” she called through tears.

Mother-in-law didn’t hesitate to pull her close and embrace her.

Ugh, what a cringe-worthy sight. Without another word, I walked out.

—

My phone blew up with notifications as I walked upstairs. Everything that had happened tonight had gone viral online. It was making the headlines.

Good. That was my goal to have everything exposed.

My inbox was being bombarded by the second. I walked into one of the guest rooms and stared into the mirror.

The first thing I ripped off was the silver necklace, next came the dress.

Three years of being married to Isaac, and he still didn’t fucking know I hated turtlenecks.

I ripped the dress apart from the neck down.

All my anger was focused on tearing every piece of it off my body.

Next, I walked into the bathroom for a long shower , when I was done, I stared at myself in the mirror again.

It was the new me, I was done being the good wife.

I walked back into the room and picked up my phone.

“I’m divorcing my husband,” I said to the receiver before ending the call.

I switched off my phone and lay down for a peaceful night’s rest.

Isaac didn’t come home that night, he must have been busy tending to his beloved Regina.

Whatever it was they were doing, it was no longer my concern.

—

The next day, the sound of Isaac driving into the house woke me up from my afternoon nap.

I took my time getting ready before coming downstairs, only to find Isaac standing there with Regina by his side, behind them were her bags.

My gaze slowly lifted to Isaac. “What is this?” I asked.

He wore a stoic expression, his eyes glaring daggers at me.

“Regina is moving in,” he declared.

A hard chuckle left my mouth, I crossed my arms calmly.

“And who gave permission for that?” I asked again.

Isaac let go of Regina and came closer.

“It’s because of your crazy stunt that she has been thrown out of her home,” he lashed out.

I chuckled again, surprised by the level of his shamelessness.

“So, you decided to bring your mistress home?” I sneered. “Well, aren’t you the most romantic man on the planet?”

Isaac frowned, wanting to lash out again, but Regina stepped closer. “I know you might think this is unfair, Lola. But Isaac was mine first.”

My face hardened as I moved closer. “Yours?”

I grabbed her arm, my eyes blazing with anger.

“He was my husband when you two fucked on my bed.” My voice was firm and accusing.

Regina was frightened and retreated.

Seeing his mistress terrified, Isaac rushed to her rescue and stepped in front of her.

“Don’t you dare bully her,” he warned.

I chuckled again in disbelief. Bully her?

I couldn’t stop laughing, it rang louder and longer.

The two stared at me in confusion.

“You two are really perfect for each other,” I said after a while.

Then I shrugged. “I really don’t care whether she stays here or not, but not while I’m still here,” I stated firmly.

They both shot glares at me, Regina spoke first.

“This is Isaac’s house. You have no right to decide whether I stay or not,” she blurted.

My expression turned sharp.

“I am still Mrs. Jacob,” I reminded her firmly.

Her expression shifted, she looked to Isaac for help.

He turned to me and I stood with my arms firmly crossed, daring either one of them to take another step.