Chapter 6

"You're really going to do this to me?" Becky asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

William nodded, his eyes hard and unyielding. "Yes, I am. You've overstayed your welcome, Becky. It's time for you to leave."

Becky's eyes filled with tears as she realized the gravity of her situation. She was being thrown out of her own home, left to fend for herself with nothing. She felt a sense of desperation wash over her, and she knew she had to think fast if she wanted to survive.

As Becky packed her bags, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and resentment towards William. How could he be so cruel and heartless? Didn't he remember the good times they had together? The laughter, the adventures, the memories they had created?

But as she looked at William, she saw a stranger standing in front of her. A stranger who seemed to care little for her feelings or well-being. A stranger who was more concerned with getting rid of her than with being kind or compassionate.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Becky said, her voice laced with venom. "You're really enjoying throwing me out on the streets like I'm some kind of trash."

William's expression didn't change, but Becky saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "I'm doing what's necessary," he said, his voice cold and detached. "You've been living off me for too long, Becky. It's time for you to stand on your own two feet."

Becky's anger boiled over, and she slammed her suitcase shut. "You know, William," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "You're going to regret this. You're going to regret throwing me away like I'm nothing."

William raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Is that a threat?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

Becky smiled, a cold and calculating smile. "Oh, it's not a threat," she said. "It's a promise. You're going to regret the day you ever threw me away, William. Mark my words."

With that, Becky grabbed her bags and walked out of the apartment, leaving William standing alone in the hallway. She knew she had to be strong, to survive on her own and make a new life for herself. But she also knew that she would never forget the way William had treated her, and she would make sure he paid for it.

As she walked out of the building, Becky felt a sense of determination wash over her. She was going to rebuild her life, and she was going to make William regret the day he ever underestimated her.

An hour later,

Becky sat at the bus station, staring blankly at the departure board as she tried to think of where she would go. She had no money, and William's sudden decision to kick her out had caught her off guard. She felt lost and alone, with no direction to turn.

As she sat there, she pulled out her phone and began to scroll through the pictures she had taken with William. A tear dropped down her cheek as she looked at their happy faces, smiling and laughing together.

She wished she could return to their happy life together, but she knew that was just a fantasy. This was the harsh reality she was facing now.

Just as she was about to put her phone away, it lit up with an incoming call from an unknown number. Becky hesitated for a moment before answering it. "Hello?" she said, her voice tentative.

There was laughter on the other end of the phone, and Becky's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the sound. It was Ellen, the woman William was engaged to. Ellen's laughter was confident and carefree, and Becky couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

"Well, well, well," Ellen said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Look who's down on their luck. I heard William kicked you out. How does it feel to be on the outside looking in?"

Becky's anger flared up at Ellen's words, but she tried to keep her cool. "What do you want, Ellen?" she asked, her voice even.

Ellen's laughter continued, and Becky could sense her satisfaction. "Oh, I just wanted to rub it in your face," Ellen said. "You see, Becky, you're not as special as you thought you were. William has moved on, and he's chosen me. You're just a relic of the past."

Becky felt a surge of anger and hurt at Ellen's words, but she tried to keep her composure. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, her voice bitter.

Ellen's laughter stopped, and Becky could sense a change in her tone. "Yes, I am," Ellen said, her voice confident. "I'm enjoying every moment of it. You see, Becky, I'm the one who's going to be Mrs. Edward now. Not you."

Becky's anger boiled over, and she felt a strong urge to lash out at Ellen. But she knew that would only make things worse. Instead, she took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Congratulations, Ellen," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure you'll make a wonderful wife."

Ellen's laughter returned, and Becky could sense her triumph. "Oh, I will," Ellen said. "I'll make sure William forgets all about you. And I'll make sure you know your place and never again have a spot in his life."

Becky's anger simmered just below the surface as she listened to Ellen's words. She knew she had to be careful, but she couldn't help feeling a sense of resentment towards Ellen and William.