His Mistake, Her Revenge

-- Grizelda --

I stopped by my favorite restaurant to have a meal alone. It was an expensive restaurant. It was such a great news that I could finally use my husband's money to pay for the food I ate.

I missed the restaurant, anyways. I was always at home unlike before I got married. I had to quit my job just to become a housewife, but all for the sake of my husband. My Alexander. The one and only person that managed to keep my heart from being snatched from any other man. It was like I was under a trance. I loved him so much that I was willing to do anything for him.

Recently, he broke the news to me that his ex girlfriend would be staying with us in our mansion for a while since she just got discharged from the hospital. I hadn't thought twice before I agreed to the decision. I had turned deaf ears to everyone, including my best friend, Jax Grey, who claimed that it wasn't normal that my husband was very willing to pay his ex girlfriend's medical bills, not to talk of wanting her to live in the same house with him with the excuse that he wanted to simply keep a close eye on her.

I, on the other hand didn't see it as anything bad. Alexander was very caring, that's all. And sweet. And the most handsome man I'd ever met. I didn't care about his impotency. I was going to be there with him till the ends of the Earth.

My phone rang in my lap and I picked it up. It was my father and I rolled my eyes. I made a very rash decision, but it was for the best. The decision was to make sure Alexander never met any of my parents or he would discover my true identity. I wanted to keep my identity hidden for as long as my mission at hand was successful.

Which it already was. I secretely worked behind my husband's back to make him rich and successful in life. Now he owned a big company in his name. I had all the money in the world I could ever ask for, so doing it was very easy. He just didn't know I was behind it all and I never was going to tell him. But tonight, I was ready to tell him about my true identity.

"Hello, father." I greeted dryly.

"My princess! Is it now a habit of yours to never visit your home for the past three months?!"

"I have my own home, Dad. I'm married. Remember?"

"Oh, for the love of God! What is this? You're married to an impotent man and you call that marriage?"

"Father." I shut my eyes tightly closed and clutched my thighs, knowing fully well that he was going to bring the matter up as he always did. "I keep saying it countless of times that I do not care about it. We will adopt children if need be."

"When? For how long have you told me that?!" I clutched my laps harder when his voice was only raised too loud in my ears.

"I'm only waiting for him to be ready, Dad. I cannot push and you know that. It has to be a mutual decision."

In that moment, silence fell on the other end for a few seconds and I heard my father speak lowly this time. Whenever he did that, it was because he was speaking out of his very own emotions and was trying to sound as sincere as possible.

"Marry Jax Grey. It's not too late to divorce your husband, dear. Please understand that I care about you. I feel like you're doing too much for one man when there are many others out there that could make you go through less for them and still live the best life."

"And you thought the best option was to force my best friend on me?" I opened my eyes again and they were blurry with tears.

I didn't think my father would ever understand and it hurt more that it felt like he and Mom weren't happy about my decision to marry the man that I called my husband. All these things I went through just for one man. More reason they shouldn't try to tear us apart.

"Yes, dear. Whom better to marry other than your best-"

"I will never divorce Alexander Kingston, Dad. Not now and not ever." I said and ended the call immediately.

I dropped my phone in my purse and took a deep breath. I wasn't ready for my day to be ruined for me. It was supposed to be a great day. I paid the bills and took a taxi straight home. It was passed eight in the evening and I expected my husband to be back by now.

I walked through the door of our mansion and the scene before me amazed me. In the living room was Alexander, his mother and his ex girlfriend, as if they were all gathered for a meeting. Their necks all twisted when they sensed my arrival and on each faces were deep frowns.

My mother-in-law had the deepest frown and clearly her eyes washed me from head to toe with an obvious sense of hatred. I always knew she never liked me as she always thought I was the one keeping her son from producing heirs. But why was Alexander staring at me the same way?

I was even more shocked to see his ex girlfriend having the audacity to eye me with disgust as well. I had to take a quick look at myself to get a hint at why they were all staring at me like that, but I looked perfect.

"Where are you coming from?" Alexander spoke at last and from the tone of his voice, I could tell his blood was boiling from anger I knew not by which it was caused.

"No need to ask her all these questions, dear. I thought we already spoke about this before her arrival." His mother spoke up with plenty of spite pouring out of her mouth as they coated her every word. "Just give her the divorce papers and let her sign them. And for all that I care, she can get the hell out of this house and go to hell!"

"Divorce?!" I was shocked beyond comprehension as I heard the words clearly fall out of my mother-in-law's mouth.