2. I Want A Divorce

~Mia

I immediately dropped my bag and shook my head in disbelief.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

My husband… my husband is cheating on me with another woman?

My hands flew to my mouth in shock. They hadn’t even noticed me standing there — they were still entangled, lost in each other, until I screamed out:

“Felix! What’s going on here?!”

The loud slapping of skin came to an abrupt halt. Felix’s head jerked up as he shouted.

“What the—”

He scrambled off the woman, quickly stuffing his erection back into his underwear.

“Mia? What are you doing here? How on earth did you get here?”

I stared at him, heart beating faster.

“I should be asking you that question, Felix!” I gasped. “Today was supposed to be our wedding anniversary! I had this room decorated for us to celebrate this day, and you bring another woman here to have sex with her? Under our matrimonial—”

CLENCH.

Suddenly, Felix’s hand closed tightly around my throat. I let out a choked sound as he slammed me hard against the wall. The impact knocked the breath out of me.

The woman on the bed smirked, her expression smug. She pulled the duvet over her bare chest, not even bothering to hide the amusement in her eyes.

I struggled, clawing at Felix’s wrist as his grip tightened.

“That woman over there is not just some ordinary woman, Mia,” he growled, eyes flashing. “She is Mercedes Salvacion! The daughter of the beauty queen! How dare you call her ordinary? And how dare you disrupt our beautiful moment?”

I gasped for air, my body growing weak.

“Your… beautiful moment?!” I coughed. “I thought we were supposed to be married, Felix. You’re cheating on me — even after everything I did for you?”

At that, Felix abruptly released me. I collapsed forward, coughing, clutching my neck.

“After everything you did for me?” he repeated with a mocking laugh, stepping back with a shaky head. . “Do you even hear yourself, Mia? You’ve never done anything for me! And if you think you have, then it didn’t go past SNORING in my ears for the past five years!”

I looked at him, stunned.

“Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror lately?” he sneered. “You smell, Mia! And the worst part? You’ve become so ugly, even a deity would be more beautiful than you!”

Behind him, Mercedes giggled softly, covering her mouth with the duvet, clearly entertained by my humiliation.

Felix wasn’t done.

“I’ve been managing you all these years, Mia. MANAGING!. And do you know why? It's because of your money. That’s it. It’s all because of your money and nothing more!”

Tears streamed down my face as memories of all the promises Felix once made came rushing back.

He had told me that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, that it didn’t matter if I was ugly or beautiful — that he loved me just the way I was.

And now this?

All because his company has suddenly risen to the top?

I tried to blink back the tears and steady my voice as I stared at him.

“Everything you have today is all because of me, Felix,” I said. “This house you live in? It’s thanks to me. The cars you drive? I bought them for you. You were nothing before me. And yet… you cheat on me with her?”

Mercedes immediately got up from the bed, her eyes flaring like she was about to attack me — but Felix grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back, gently caressing her spine to calm her.

“She’s not worth your anger, Mercedes,” he said smoothly.

Then he turned to me with cold eyes.

“I'd advise you to leave this place right now, Mia. We're still in the mood, so get lost!”

Mercedes ran her fingers seductively over Felix’s chest, grinning.

“You heard him, Mia. Get the fuck out of here! I'm the one he loves — not you!”

I looked her over from head to toe. Of course, I recognized her. Mercedes Salvacion. The daughter of the famed beauty queen. A well-known beautician.

But never — NEVER — in my life did I expect she’d be the one sleeping with my husband.

I clenched the documents tighter in my hand, forcing a smile onto my face.

“I’ll ask you one last question, Felix.”

He paused, his hand still tangled in Mercedes’s hair, and glanced at me.

“I’m giving you one more chance to be honest. Did you ever love me? Even for a moment? Or did you marry me just for my money?”

He smirked and nodded slowly.

“You got it right with that last guess. So, to answer your question — yes! I never loved you, Mia. I only married you for your money.”

“And if I wasn’t rich? Would we still be together?”

He shook his head without hesitation.

“Absolutely not. It would never have worked out. You’re ugly and fat! I’ve got no business being with ugly cows like you. So do us both a favor — get the hell out of this room. I’ll let you stay in the house, because let’s be honest, no man out there would ever agree to marry you.”

I forced a smile — one that didn’t reach my eyes, filled instead with pain and fury.

Maybe Felix and I were never meant to be. And now he’s finally confessed that he never loved me.

I tightened my grip around the documents, doing my best to keep them out of sight.

Good thing he hadn’t signed them yet. That means everything is still mine. My company. My future. And as for this marriage?

It’s over.

I wiped the tears from my face, raised my head, and looked them both in the eyes.

“Call me fat or ugly — I don’t care anymore. But I want you to know something, Felix: I’m ending this marriage. Right now.”

I reached for my bag and gripped it firmly.

“And you can keep your alimony too. I don’t need it. Until the deal is sealed — legally, I won’t spend one more second of my life with a cheater like you.”

I paused, turning to Mercedes.

“And you... I’m going to tell the whole world exactly who you are. You’re nothing but a homewrecker. Just wait! I’ll expose every dirty secret you’ve been hiding.”

I spun around to leave, but Mercedes’s voice cut through the air behind me.

“What now, Felix? What if she tells the whole world the truth? What happens to me?”

“My career as a beautician will be ruined,” she gasped. “I’ll have to stop her myself!”

Hearing those words, I knew I had to move. Fast.

These people were capable of anything, and I won't be surprised if they go extra miles.

Still clutching the documents tightly, I reached for the doorknob, and was about to open it when Someone grabbed my hair and pulled it hard.

“Where do you think you're going, you ugly fowl?”