Chapter 5

  Becky's anger and sadness boiled over as she stood alone in the room, her body shaking with sobs. She cried bitterly, her heart heavy with the weight of William's betrayal. But as she stood there, she suddenly stopped crying and took a deep breath. She couldn't let anyone see her like this, weak and broken.

  

  She cleaned her face, wiping away her tears and trying to compose herself. She knew she had to be strong, to put on a brave face and pretend that everything was okay. But deep down, she was seething with anger and hurt.

  

  As she made her way back to the event, Becky's determination grew. She wasn't going to let William get away with this without a fight. She was going to make him regret the day he ever decided to leave her for someone else.

  

  When she arrived back at the gala, Becky scanned the room, her eyes locking onto William and Ellen. They were standing together, laughing and chatting with some famous men and women. Ellen was touching William's chest, and he was smiling down at her, looking like the happiest man in the world.

  

  Becky felt a pang of jealousy and anger. How could William be so shameless? How could he flaunt his relationship with Ellen in front of her, in front of all these people?

  

  As she watched, Becky couldn't help but notice how comfortable everyone seemed to be with the situation. No one seemed to care that William was married to her, that he was cheating on her with someone else. It was like they were all just accepting of it, like it was normal.

  

  Becky's anger grew as she watched the scene unfold. She felt like she was living in a nightmare, like this was all just some kind of twisted dream. But it wasn't a dream, it was her reality. And she was determined to do something about it.

  

  She took a deep breath and made her way over to William and Ellen, a smile plastered on her face. She was going to play the game, but she was going to play it her way. And she was going to make sure that William regretted ever underestimating her.

  

  As Becky approached Ellen, a waiter passed her with a tray of wine glasses. She swiftly grabbed a glass off the tray and tapped Ellen on the shoulder, turning her around. Before Ellen could react, Becky poured the drink onto her dress.

  

  Ellen's eyes widened in shock as she shouted, "Are you nuts? Do you know how much this dress cost?"

  

  Everyone present stopped chatting and turned to the starting commotion. Some reporters who had their camera rolling turned it towards Becky and Ellen. 

  

  Becky's expression was innocent as she said, "Oh, sorry. My hand slipped."

  

  Ellen's face turned red with anger as she looked up and noticed it was Becky standing in front of her. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice rising.

  

  Becky took a step closer, her eyes locked onto Ellen's. "What do you think?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

  

  William stepped in between them, his face tense with concern. "Stop this madness, Becky," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Don't make a scene."

  

  Becky laughed hysterically, her eyes flashing with anger. "Oh, I'm mad now? How do you expect me to react seeing my husband with another woman?"

  

  William's voice dropped to a whisper as he glanced around at the gathering crowd. "You shouldn't make a scene, Becky. You wouldn't want to be seen on screen tomorrow."

  

  Becky felt frustrated and tired. She held her head in her hands, feeling like she was at her breaking point. As she looked up, she saw Ellen pouting her lips and saying, "Babe, she spoilt my dress. Scold her instead of sweet-talking her with words."

  

  Becky's eyes widened in disgust. "What?" she scoffed, her voice incredulous.

  

  The cameras continued to flash, capturing the drama unfolding before them. Becky's face was etched with pain and anger, while William's expression remained calm and collected. Ellen, on the other hand, looked like a spoiled child, pouting and complaining about her ruined dress.

  

  William held Becky back, his grip firm. "Stop this instant," he said. "You should go home and reflect on what you just did. We'll meet there."

  

  He pulled Ellen along, away from the crowd, to get her dress changed. As they walked away, Becky felt a sense of helplessness wash over her. She was trapped in this nightmare, and she didn't know how to escape.

  

  Embarrassment washed all over her as she stood there alone her hands at her sides as she looked around. The crowd giving her a knowing look and turning back to mind their business. 

  

  What was this feeling? The look in their eyes was as though she was the villain and not the victim. 

  

  Later that day, at the apartment. 

  

  Becky sat in front of the TV, watching the news as the headlines flashed across the screen. "The CEO William Edward presents the international supermodel Ellen Quincy with a luxurious jewelry set. Are they close to tying the knot?"

  

  The camera showed William holding Ellen's waist and kissing her tenderly. Becky's anger boiled over, and she switched off the TV, throwing the remote control against the wall in frustration.

  

  She sat down on the chair, holding her head in her hands as she sobbed, asking herself how all this came to an end. As she sobered up, she felt a pain in her heart, a reminder of the surgery she had undergone. She cleaned her face, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

  

  As she looked at the divorce papers on the table, she picked up the pen and signed it. Just as she finished signing, she heard the door of the apartment open, and she looked up to see William standing in the hallway, looking all innocent.

  

  "You're quick to sign the papers," William said, his voice calm and collected. 

  

  Becky's eyes locked onto his, her anger and hurt simmering just below the surface. "You didn't give me much of a choice," she said, her voice low and even.

  

  William walked into the room, his eyes fixed on the signed papers. "I suppose not," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

  

  Becky's anger flared up, and she stood up, her eyes blazing. "You know, William," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "I think I'm going to make sure you regret ever letting me go."

  

  William's expression didn't change, but Becky saw a flicker of interest in his eyes. "Oh?" he said, his voice raised in question. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

  

  Becky's smile was cold and calculated. "You'll just have to wait and see," she said, her voice dripping with menace.

  

  The air was thick with tension as they stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. It was clear that this was far from over.

  

  William's face twisted in anger as he spat out the words. "You know what? I want you out of my house right this instant. Get your bag and luggage and get the fuck out of my life."

  

  Becky's eyes widened in shock as she stared at William. She couldn't believe he was being so cruel. "Don't do this, William," she pleaded, her voice shaking. "You know I have nowhere to go and I don't have enough money to rent a house yet."

  

  William's expression didn't soften. "I don't bloody care," he said, his voice cold and detached. "You're not my problem anymore. You've got a few hours to get out. After that, I'll have security throw you out."

  

  Becky felt a surge of fear and panic. Where was she going to go? She had no money, no job, and no place to call her own. She was completely at William's mercy.