5

I pulled out my phone and showed Regina a picture of a younger lady, probably still college. She frowned her eyes immediately, then broke into a sinister laugh.

“That’s one of the unfortunate girls Isaac is helping.” She crossed her arms arrogantly.

I smirked slowly.

“I even followed him to her graduation” Regina said.

It was my turn to laugh now. Just a giggle, mocking one. I moved closer to her and brushed her hair back.

“If that’s what you want to believe” I answered and turned away.

I signaled the girls to get my stuff and walked out while Regina’s conflicted gaze stayed on me. When I got into the car, my phone buzzes of texts from Isaac. He must have received the alerts.

I picked my black glasses, settled it on my face before driving out.

-

Isaac’s POV

My secretary handed me the phone again and I tried to pacify another investor, but the call was ended abruptly with more money lost.

In anger, I smashed the phone on the floor and let out a hard scream, I turned and gripped the edge of the table in a tight fist.

Everything that I had worked for, for years was all gone. In just a day, my rage rises and my jaw tightened so hard that my teeth hurt.

This is all your fault, Lola!

“Mr. Jacob…?” my secretary called.

I snapped my glare at him. He swallowed down frightened.

“What should we do now? If this continues, the company would be in jeopardy”

I grunt.

“Shut up!” I lashed. “I still have more games to play”

I picked up my phone and dialed a number. Right now, I think to turn the public to my side again.

The call received no answer at the other end, I picked up suit jacket impatiently and dashed out of my office with my secretary right behind me.

I had just walked out of the office, when Regina appeared.

“Isaac” she called.

My face furrowed more.

I have more important things to deal with right now. But I forced a bitter smile on my face, I noticed the displeased countenance on her face.

“Are you cheating on me?” she asked, her voice loud.

I widened my eyes a little and looked around to the eyes watching us, my frown deepened and I turned back to Regina.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” I hushed, but she didn’t stop.

“Whitney,” she said and I froze a bit.

“What exactly is your relationship with her?” she asked firmly.

She was just another girl whom my eyes caught, another one to make me successful.

I cleared my throat a little.

“What sort of sick question is that? She’s a child” I let out, pretending to be upset.

Regina paused seeing my angry frown, her countenance shifted.

“I’m sorry, Lola said…” she paused again. Then her eyes lifted up. “She’s trying to sow discord between us”

I clenched my fist below. How did Lola know about Whitney? How much does she know?

Regina moved closer and embrace my arm. “I shouldn’t have listened to such bitter woman” she said and smiled.

She leaned in to kiss me, but I recoiled slowly, there are eyes staring.

“Regina, I need to deal with something important” I told her.

Her smile grows. “Don’t worry, I already have it handled” she said.

I squeezed my face, confused. She put her arms around my neck and I let her.

“I already found you a new investor. And also, dealt with Peter” she stated.

My eyes widened, interested. This is why I had clung to her for years. She has been my stepstone to success.

“Oh Regina” I cried and pulled her into a hug.

She hugged back, more excited. I stroke her back gently, once I am done with her, I will dispose her and get Lola back.

-

Lola’s POV

The heavy dust hit me as I walked into the basement. I noticed the boxes which had been abandoned for two years now.

I walked closer and opened one of it and found my sketchbook, the one I had forgotten about. Opening the first page, was my wish in bold letters.

‘To be the greatest designer’

I kept opening the pages, different cloth designs that I had drawn herself, hoping to make them into a reality.

Two years ago, I had entered the world best designer competition and made it to the final, but then, I was suddenly struck with an illness.

Isaac had pursued me to give up design, while making me believe that it was all for my good. He had stayed by my side, convincing me of his love.

Like a fool, I believed and trusted him.

I became a supportive wife instead and did everything to make his business bloom. Even meeting with perverted men who grope my body and made me pour them drinks.

I had always told myself it was a little sacrifice I had to make. But I was wrong.

Isaac Jacob do not deserve it.

In fact, no man deserves me sacrificing my happiness for. I clutched the book in my palms and hugged it to my chest.

From now on, I am going to live for myself.