Life, as Nancy Anderson knew it, took a huge turn when she caught her husband cheating on her in the room next to theirs. Devastated, she can think of nothing else but revenge on the man she cared for and loved for many years. But how could a woman whom many consider weak take revenge on a billionaire and influential person like Bruce Morton, the man who seemed to have the entire city at his feet? Returning in kind did not seem to be enough. Nancy wants to show that she is much more than a simple woman who was abused and disrespected by her husband; she wants to show Bruce that revenge is a dish best served cold and takes that as the motivation of her life, but she didn't expect that Jake Gardner, a handsome and intriguing guy, would enter her life surreptitiously with the proposal of being her salvation.
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“Peter? Did you do the task I asked you to do?” I asked as I entered my son's room. The ten-year-old boy stood in front of the various computers wearing a headset, entertained as animated images of gunfire and death flashed across the computer screens. I took a look at the boy's room and sighed. “You might as well start tidying your room, darling,” I grumbled, starting to pick up the dirty clothes that were scattered around the room, footballs, expired food, etc.
“Why would I do that, Mom? Isn’t Dad paying a bunch of servants to do this work?” replied the boy.
“Even so, you still have legs and arms, my little man; you might as well put your dirty underwear away where they belong,” I replied, sighing again, seeing that he wouldn't be leaving the computer anytime soon.
“You’re such a grouch, Mom. This is typical of women; Dad was right when he said that you are a bunch of wimps who are only good for housework and serving men,” he said, mirroring what his father always said.
I pressed my lips together in a thin, straight line, wanting to tell that boy some good truths, but he was my son, and it wasn't his fault for what his father taught him. I just sighed and left his room with dirty clothes and a frustrated look.
We lived in a big mansion outside of Denver. The Morton family was the richest in the region; they had great prestige and influence over the city as they owned the largest investment company in the region, which made them increasingly rich.
I had been living with the Mortons for several years since I had married Bruce, their eldest son, and with him, I had raised two children: Peter, who at that moment was engrossed in games, which in my opinion did not look healthy for a ten-year-old; and Amber, who at this time, was studying fashion in New York.
If you asked me if I considered myself a well-rounded and happy woman, would I say maybe? My marriage had been by contract; I hated it at the time for being handed over to a man I had never seen before, but when the children started to appear, I began to love my husband, even though he had very few qualities towards me. Today, I live for my children first, so yes, I consider myself a satisfied woman.
My cell phone rang, and I answered it as soon as I arrived in the laundry area, putting the dirty clothes in the washing machine. “Hi, dear,” I said.
“So, kitten? Are you ready for tonight? Did you try the little gift I sent you?” Lanie, my longtime friend, asked in a mischievous voice.
I almost blushed when I remembered the little gift she had sent me; it was simply a very flashy red lingerie that even came with some accessories. I was so surprised when I opened the package and saw the scandalous piece of underwear that I quickly returned it to the package and stored it in a well-hidden place at the back of my closet.
“Oh, about your gift… It's just… Um... Thanks, Lanie, but I can't wear that,” I said, turning on the washing machine.
“Hey, why not? Didn't you say today was your wedding anniversary? Being married for twenty years is a long time, friend; you deserve a celebration,” she insisted.
“It's just, I don't know if Bruce will like it…” I replied fearfully. Most of the time, my husband was cold and distant with me; we never did any kind of spicy things like other couples.
“Well, you'll have to try to find out, won't you, Nancy? You guys need to spice up your relationship somehow. Open some champagne, put on your lingerie, and get sensual for him, and I guarantee you that your night will be so good that it will be as if you were back in your twenties,” she said, supporting the idea.
I nodded slightly with a constrained chuckle. “Maybe you're right, Lanie…” I said, feeling really tempted to do the things she suggested.
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“The lamb is very good, Nancy. Thank you for the meal,” said Charles, my father-in-law, while the whole family was at the table enjoying a beautiful dinner. Charles's wife, Glory, a pretty woman younger than me, was sitting next to him, feeding their five-year-old son, the newest member of the Morton family.
“No need to thank me, Charles,” I replied to my father-in-law.
“And I don’t get any compliments? I also helped her prepare the meal,” demanded Candace, a young woman who was the wife of Harald, the second son of the Morton family.
“Thank you too, Candace,” my father-in-law corrected himself.
“See, it didn’t cost anything,” said the girl. Everyone knew that Candace was a bit of a hothead. Bruce, who was next to me, chuckled at the girl's behavior and then went back to eating in silence; he couldn't even praise my food. “By the way,” the girl said again, “can I know when my husband returns from his trip? I miss him so much; you can't imagine how difficult it is to sleep alone in the middle of the cold, shitty forest where we live.” I couldn't blame her; the girl was from California.
“I'm sorry you have to be sleeping alone, my dear daughter-in-law, but Harald had to go to Washington to attend to important matters, but he'll be back by next week,” my father-in-law said softly.
“Argh, that's what it's like to marry important men,” Candace complained, looking at her manicured nails.
“If you want, I can sleep with you, Candie,” suggested my idiot little son, with his elbows on the table, his chin touching his palms, and a silly, passionate expression directed at Candace, who gave him a look of disgust.
"First, learn to clean up your snot, boy,” she replied, making everyone laugh.
“Speaking of Harald, Dad, are you sure you can trust this company in Washington enough to invest so much money? I'm afraid it's too big a risk to take,” my husband said, bringing up the subject of work. So he and his father talked about it for some time, since only the two of them understood what they were talking about.
Meanwhile, all I could think about was the scorching night I had decided to prepare for my husband's porcelain wedding.
Nancy“Argh, don’t tighten it too much… You’re hurting my neck!” Peter was grumbling with a grimace as I straightened his tie.“Remain calm; just lift your chin; I’m almost done,” I told him, adjusting my collar. Today was my wedding day with Jake. I was already dressed as a bride and everything, and the ceremony would start in a few minutes. I was so nervous. Not only that, but I really hoped everything would go well.He grumbled in disgust. “Did you know that children shouldn’t be present at their parents’ weddings, Mom?” he said, making me frown.“What? Why do you think that?” I asked.“Because naturally, children are not born before their parents marry. It's not the natural order of things, let alone divorce and second marriages,” he said, being clear in his opinion, as he didn't want to accept my relationship with Jake.I sighed, smoothing his jacket after straightening his tie. “You're getting so big. You're even taller than me.” I smiled softly, and I stroked his black hair. “I
NancyMoments later, Jason and Jake were in the wine cellar, somewhere in the mansion, talking about wine and things like that. Laura and I were walking in the manicured gardens of their mansion, which were so beautiful and comforting.“Why aren’t they coming?” I asked after a while, looking behind me to see if her husband and my fiancé were coming to catch up with us, since they were just getting us some wine to drink and talk on the sofas that were there in the garden under a cozy porch."Oh my God! Jason must have stuck him with a long wine conversation,” Laura said with a long chuckle. “We received bottles of the first line from a friend of ours in Chicago, Carter,” she added.“Are you talking about Joshua Carter?” I asked because I knew that name and knew that he had a wine production company.“Yes, I am,” Laura nodded. “What a fortuity that you know him, too.”“Um, I actually met him because of Bruce,” I said. “The Mortons were an influential family, and from time to time Bruce
NancyJake and I traveled to New York to visit our friends who lived there, the couple Jason and Laura Davies, who, since the last time we had seen them, had evolved a lot in their relationship, that is, when I met them, they were still fighting and trying to see what they were going to do in their relationship because they also had issues to resolve. But I remembered Laura's words, when she told me at the time that her husband had hurt her heart, but that nothing he had done compared to what Bruce had done to me. So today it was very satisfying for me to be able to see the two of them together and happy after having solved all their problems. They had even had another set of twins, and they seemed so happy now that their eldest daughter was playing with the babies, running around exuding happiness and joy while Jake, I, and the couple were sitting on the mansion's porch, drinking wine and talking about everything that had happened. This couple had been very important in helping us
Nancy "What? Give it back in kind and make him taste his own medicine? What are you suggesting, Lanie?” I asked, being a little dumbfounded. She and I were still at the dinner table, and she had just suggested that. She shrugged now. "Yes. Didn't your husband go to bed with someone else? Then you also go to bed with another man, and then you become equals,” she explained, making me gasp. “How can you suggest such a thing? Do you think I'm such a vulgar woman up to this point? Do you think me going to bed with another man will solve things for me?” I asked, shocked that she was suggesting such a deviant thing. “It probably won't solve anything, but it will make you feel a little better. What is it? Do you think Bruce deserves happiness after all these years he played with you?” She retorted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to smudge my body by getting involved with someone I don’t know just to get revenge on him,” I countered. Lanie laughed, waving her hand. “I don't see it
Days were passing, and I thanked the heavens that everything was going so well, but today in particular, it was a year since Lanie, my dear friend, had died, and I was terribly sad remembering her.I remembered how she had done everything she could to cheer me up when I was at rock bottom after finding out who Bruce Morton really was.I remembered in detail what the season at her house had been like and how much she helped me, God in heaven...Nancy On that day, the ringing of my cell phone woke me up, and I felt my lamp, picked up the device, and saw that my daughter was calling me. “Hi, my love,” I said as soon as I answered, rubbing my face with my hand, still drowsy. “Hello, Mom? Haven’t you come home yet?” Amber asked on the other end of the line. "Um… Not yet, darling,” I replied a little fearfully. It had been two weeks since I was at my friend Lanie's house. "Um... Okay? When do you plan to return?” She asked in a somewhat petulant manner. I sighed. “To be honest, I
NancyThe last few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions. After everything that happened with Candace, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off our shoulders. The scars of pain and struggle were still there, but the feeling of relief was in the air. It was a new beginning for all of us. Like a good mother, I tried my best to care for Candace, and now, seeing her at home, taking a deep breath and starting to rebuild her life, my heart is filled with hope.It was on a mild morning that we realized that life was returning to normal. Amber's laughter echoed through the house as she tried to decide what to wear for a date. I watched her from the kitchen, where she was preparing a simple but nutritious breakfast. The smell of toasting bread mixed with the aroma of fresh coffee, creating a welcoming atmosphere.“Amber, do you need help?” I asked, trying to hide my smile at seeing her so excited and nervous at the same time.“No, mom, I can do it!” she replied, a little louder than usua
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