CHAPTER 5

For the next few days, I finally gathered all my courage to face Damian again. I just got off from my movie taping and currently heading towards our house

The house where he shamefully did his wrong doings against me

My heart's beating fast as I drove my car on my way over there. I don't know how to react after a week of hiding from him.

I also didn't know what to expect as soon as I got there. But I am afraid of going back there knowing that his mistress is probably there sitting pretty like she owned the place.

Within the distance, I immediately spotted our house. The lights on the porch are on. Which means that someone's in there.

I parked my car outside, a few meters away from the house. I paused for a moment. Preparing myself for what's about to come.

“This is it. I can do this. No more crying… face them like everything didn't bother you.” I gave myself a pep talk before walking out of my car, and entered the house.

As soon as I entered, I found Damian, his mother Victoria Miller, and his father Matthew Miller, on the living room. They looked at me like I am some kind of a ghost.

I didn't flinch, I didn't move an inch. I stared back at them, blankly.

“Giselle…” Damian murmured my name as soon as he saw me. “Y-You’re here … Thank goodness you're here!”

He immediately approached me for an embrace but I backed off before he could even touch my skin. He looks at me, his expression changes.

“Giselle…” he called my name again. His intonation changed. It's not the same when he called my name earlier

“Look who came back. Finally, you came back to your senses. Living without Damian is hard for you, isn't it?” Victoria sneered.

I ignored her. My purpose of coming here is because of my husband, not her and her stupid opinions.

“I want a divorce, Damian.” I stated. I didn't hesitate to speak directly to him. I look at him straight into his eyes without showing any vulnerable expressions.

“S-Say what?” He asked.

“I said, I want to divorce you, Damian.” I said it again.

Victoria gasps, enraged, “How dare you, you lowlife woman!” She yelled. Her husband tried to grab her arm to stop her from lashing out, but she persisted. “My son did nothing but be good to you! He made you his wife and now you want to break his heart!?”

I scoffed after hearing her words. I looked back to Damian, he tried to avoid eye contact. “So, you didn't tell your parents yet?”

“Tell us what!?” Victoria yelled again.

I was about to walk towards her but Damian stopped me as he gripped his hand on my arm. I can see how visible his rage is from his eyes. “Don't you dare…” he whispered. His words are more like a threat now, but I do not want to be silenced anymore.

I pushed his hands away from gripping my arm. I walked towards Victoria, head up high.

“Your son, Damian Miller, brought his mistress into this house and slept with her in the very room we shared.” I declared.

Victoria's jaw opened as soon as he heard it. Her husband glared at Damian, clearly frustrated and disappointed by my revelation.

The whole ambiance became awkward. I can still feel that both Damian's parents are speechless. I did what I already have to do, now it's time for me to go. I couldn't stand being inside this house anymore, knowing he already had his mistress here.

“Now, if you may excuse me.” I was about to leave when suddenly, Victoria aggressively grabbed my shoulder and slapped me hard.

I lost my balance from the sudden motion. The touch of her hands into my cheeks stings. I remained on the cold floor while I proceeded with what she did to me. This is the first time someone laid their hands on me, not even my own mother could ever do such a thing to me.

“How could you accuse my son of such nonsense!” She yelled at me, “You fucking bitch! Know your place! You came from nothing! You fucking came from nothing! Without my son, you would still be nothing! You and your useless mother should rot in hell where you both belong!”

She charged at me again, slapped me again multiple times before her husband pulled her back.

I looked at her. To the people around us. Her husband just stood there while holding her in order for her not to get her hands on me, looking like he doesn’t really know exactly what to do. Obviously, he couldn't control the crazy wife of his. While Damian didn't even bother to stop her mother from hitting me.

I scoffed. Unbelievable. He really doesn't care for me now.

I stood up, still holding my head up high. Acting like that didn't hurt me at all. I saw Victoria's expression became even more enraged.

I tried not to burst into tears while standing in front of them. “You all have a good night.” I uttered and walked out of the house.

I almost couldn't hold my tears any longer. I was about to enter my car and then suddenly, Damian walked out of the house and followed me

“Giselle, wait!” He called. I stopped, I turned around and looked at him. I didn't utter a single word. Because if I did, I would no longer control myself from crashing out. “Please, let's talk this out. Think about our careers, and our moments together. You can't just throw that away!”

“I thought about it, Damian. But, I already fixed up my mind.” I firmly stated. Suddenly, he crashes out

“What the hell is wrong with you!? Do you want me to beg right here!? Do you want me to cry and beg for your forgiveness!? Is that what you want, Giselle?!” He shouted. This is the first time I saw him this angry.

“No.” I uttered, “I don't want you to do any of those. The divorce papers have been processed. We just need to sign it.” I stated. I opened the car door and suddenly, he pushed it to close it.

“No. I will not sign those papers.” He uttered, “I won't let you divorce me!”

I gritted my teeth. What the hell does he want from me?! He cheated and now he doesn't want to let me go?!

“Damian.” I called out his name, “If you want to fool around with your mistress, go ahead. In return, we should break up. Let's not pretend we're happy in marriage anymore. Everything I uncovered is hard for me already, don't make this even harder.”

“Isla is not my mistress!” He yelled

Isla…

So, that was the name of the person he slept with

“Then what is she to you, Damian?” I asked him, but he didn't answer. I sighed, trying to calm myself down. I then pushed him aside so I could finally get away from this place.

I looked at him again before driving away, and said, “I am not changing my mind about the divorce, Damian. If you don't want to sign it, I will have no choice but to bring this matter into court.”