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ISABELLA

"Hell!" I cursed.

My nightmare about that faithful night of misery, pain and also happiness came to me again as usual. Yes, happiness included.

I always have nightmares about it like most of the nights. Sometimes I would wake up sobbing or even crying but tonight, I didn't cry or sob. I just groaned. My son would console me and that has always made me relax. But he is not always at home. He is grown now and likes to travel. Am unhappy about it but I like the fact that he is now a grown man and really want to be independent.

Well, I will tell you what happened and why I have been having nightmares.

My name is Mrs Isabella Peterson, CEO of Orchra company for flowers and plants. It is literally the biggest in town and also popular both in and out of town. People from different countries fly down here just for my flowers and plants. Flowers were the most wanted. The business pays extremely well and that's because we supply the best and real life flowers in town.

Actually I earned my own first one billon at the age of nineteen. My dad was so pressed on teaching me the business and I really loved it. He started training me at the age of three, got me into college to study agriculture and botany. I was the only child and he loved me so much. I took over the business as CEO at the age of twenty two when he died.

From the age of twenty two to twenty-five, I was doing my best in my company. I made a lot of profits and also lot of connections. Planting is my life. It is my passion. It became part of me ever since I was three. I take it very seriously. The world advanced, I started using machines and I had more than a thousand workers.

I don't joke with my passion and my workers won't dare play with it. I am feared by all my workers. They know very well that I don't tolerate any incompetence. Any mess up, I fire you. I don't care if you are the best, most hardworking piece of shit I don't give a damn. Besides there are more than a billon unemployed people out there who can do better.

I was no one's friend. Even my PA and partners were never close to me. You can call me mean, rude and arrogant but I call myself 'the boss'. I am self dependant, hardworking and confident. I focus on work and making money. I listen to myself and go for what I want and what will add to my worth. I bother less about what people say or what they call me. Puff... please.... people will always talk.

Even my mum complained about my attitude and my way of handling the business but I obviously care less. I believe that my dad is happy with me wherever he is. Mum should just shut her crap and feast on the damn money I provide every freaking day. She shouldn't be complaining cause she doesn't do anything but sit around at home and invite all those her worthless broke friends who never cease to irritate me.

I hate women without goals, insights, nothing to do for a living but depend on their husbands.

How annoying.

My life was going very well with my job and all until I met him...

Donald Peterson.

My life turned upside down. He came to my company as a supervisor. He was a huge difference from any other men I have ever met before. He was everything a woman wanted in a man. Surprising myself, I fell uncontrollably in love with him. Him on the other hand wanted me as well. He was the only one who matched my personality. He knew how to handle women with short tempers like mine.

Without much thinking I agreed to marry him regardless of all my mum's warnings. We had my cute son, David. He is as cute as Donald. He had his hazel dim eyes and cute pointed nose. I was a very happy mother.

Everything was going well till David turned six. Donald began acting weird towards me. He was hardly home even when he is home it was like he wasn't.

I don't get attention from him anymore, he talks to me in a rude and arrogant manner and he treats me like a total stranger but not to our son. He was still a good and caring father to him but not a good husband to me. I don't understand why he changed. I even tried to ask but he won't talk to me. I thought about the possible reason behind his behavior but I waved it off instantly. I trusted him so much.

But it was breaking my heart cause I loved him so much. He was my second passion after my job yet my job was not good enough to console me or get my mind away from him.

Then my greatest fear came through.

I began getting calls and texts from a random number. I wonder how she got my number.

Yes a she.

She told me about some woman, Donald was seeing. I didn't believe her at first but it later got out of hand. Donald was becoming worse and the lady telling me about this, was calling me all the time.

One night, Donald wasn't at home. The lady called me again and gave me an address of one house. She said I would see for myself there. I reluctantly decided to go. David was asleep so I quietly made my way out of the house.

It was a white bungalow with a black gate. I made my way inside, luckily for me the door was open. I entered and from the door I stood, clothes, shoes, undies were littered on the floor leading to the bedroom I think. My heart ached a bit at the sight of the stuffs on the ground.

No no Bella.... No conclusions yet. I said to myself.

I followed the direction. Almost reaching the door, I began to hear moanings from an unfamiliar female voice. Soon I heard what gave me a severe pain in my heart. My husband's voice.

"Uh....baby you're so good"

Tears were threatening as I entered the room. There he was, on top of a random disgusting and irritating basic tramp! They didn't even notice my presence as they continued with their shit. My knuckles clenched as I watched the only man I love on top of another damn woman.

I couldn't take it anymore.....

"Donald!"

I screamed out of anger and betrayal. They both stood up like they got stung by a bug. Donald looked surprised to see me but not in a regret kinda way but in a 'I was the last person he expected to see here' kinda way.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get here?" It was all the bastard asked me. I ignored his damn question and kept my eyes on the tramp. She was smirking at me like an evil witch. She obviously doesn't know who she is dealing with do she?

"I asked you a question Isabella?!" He said this time angrily. I still didn't respond but moved to the bitch. I was going crazy right now. My hand grabbed her freaking blonde hair and I began pounding on her. She was screaming Donald's name when he grabbed me away from her and pushed me, making me fall to the floor. I looked up at him with surprise, his hands were around the bitch. I can't believe he pushed me because of her.

"You...you...why did you push me Donald?" I asked. Tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Because I don't want you hurting her"

A sharp pain crossed my heart when he said that. Now I have seen the reason why he has been acting strangely towards me. He was seeing another woman. Damn bitch! Before I knew it, my legs raised me up and immediately moved towards them. My hands targeted the basic tramp but he pushed me again.

"Stop this Isabella.!" He spat looking at me like i was a predator trying to harm his chick. "I swear.... if you try this again I won't hesitate to hit you!" He yelled making me flinch. His hands were still around her and that damn smirk still on her face, I felt nothing but to disfigure it.

I looked back a the only man I have ever loved. How could he treat me like this? He should be begging for my forgiveness after what I saw but no, he was shielding her from me.

"Why do this to me Donald?" I asked under my tears. He didn't respond. "What did I ever do to deserve this from you?!" I yelled.

"I love her" he said to me in a very courageous and serious tune making my heart ache so painfully.

"How...." My breath caught me there. God am going nuts. "How....dare you say that shit to my FACE?!" I yelled the last word.

"Cause it's the truth." My breathing was now increased.

"I thought I was in love with you but no I wasn't. It's her I love, truly love. Am sorry but we can't continue with this marriage. Am filing for a divorce. I wanted to tell you about this myself but it's a good thing you are seeing it for yourself."

I closed my eyes wishing that when I open them it will all be just a nightmare. But unfortunately it wasn't. This is so real. My head was banging without control and I couldn't hear my heart but it was beating so loudly. My hand raised to my face slowly and shaking them I let out a yell...

"You bastard!"

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I refused to give him the divorce so he began packing his things. I was yelling my lungs out but he wasn't listening. I can't believe that a random bitch has succeeded in taking my husband away from me. I guess he heard me when he said to me...

"She has a name, it's Vivian." He said looking at me angrily and continued packing.

"Why Donald Why? For Christ sake I have been nothing but a good wife to you. I gave you a cute son. Why are you doing this to me?" He didn't respond.

"Wha...?" I was cut off by my six year old son's voice.

"Daddy please don't leave mummy" he said coming close to me. Donald stopped a little and looked at him. He bent down to David's height and ruffle his hair.

"Am sorry champ. But mummy and I can't be together anymore"

My knuckles clenched after he said that. He couldn't even pretend but state the truth to our little son.

"But why?" David asked making me want to cry all over again. Donald stood back up and locked up his bag. Dragging it, he looked at David and smiled a bit.

"You will understand when you are much older but for now I have to go. I'll visit you regularly okay? I love you son." He kissed David's temple and head to the door. I followed him, shouting and yelling. I tried preventing him from leaving but like before, he pushed me and I fell.

He left.

I cried painfully. David came to me and hugged me. He wiped my face with his little palm and that made me smile at him a bit. He was my life, my cute little angel but I love his father so much.

I hugged my little boy who gave me some comfort but there....something in me welled up.

It was my dark side. Vengeance filled my broken soul and it will surely lead to a dreadful act. No one messes with Isabella and go free.

I got some info from my normal informant. I got to know and see every details about those two bastards. She sent me pictures of them together and it almost got me mad. I was indeed mad but in a silent dangerous kind of way. It took me days to plan my big revenge.

A night came. i parked my car a bit far from that slut's house which I found out was gotten by Donald. Donald was rich but I was richer. I didn't let my status come between us. God I was a very good wife yet he treats me this way?

Boy you are going to pay.

Hours passed and those two demons came out of the house. They were holding themselves, laughing, kissing and.... God am really loosing it. The sight of both of them wells up another version of anger inside me that i have never felt before. They both entered the car and began driving. I followed them.

I was driving on one of my black cars. I was following a white one which I believed Donald and that disgusting slut was in. I was wearing a black hoodie and a tinted black shade so I wouldn't be recognized.

From where I was, I could see both of them smooching and talking. Donald was driving, she was leaning closer to him as they chat and laugh. I was burning inside at the sight in front of me from where I was. My hands tightened on the wheel as I speed up to them. I was now in the same line as them.

I looked at them. The bitch met my eye and I smirked. She looked at me with surprise. Donald followed her eyes and he saw me. I knew they didn't recognize me, how would they?

Fools.

I mouthed 'Surprise' . before they could get my words I began hitting their car with mine.

I could see them freaking out but that gave me so much pleasure. I hit their car again and again.

"Hey!" I heard him say out loud.

I continued hitting them.

"Stop!' I heard them yell. I smirked but turn to an angry frown as I hit them more harder this time making them tumble into the roadside bush. They were now out of sight but I could hear their screams and the stumbling sound of their car.

I parked my car by the side, getting out of it, I moved to where they fell into. I could see the car but smoke was coming out of it.

Before I could make another step...

Boom!

The car exploded.

I fell to the ground as I watched the fire. A smirk threatened to show as the thought of my revenge being successful now before me.

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

But since then, that tramp's face has never left my head. She appear in my dreams but Donald appeared mostly. It's either he is having sex with the slut or beating me up for her sake. That what's made me cry after the nightmare. I really loved him but he betrayed me.

This time, in my dream, that bitch was smirking at me as Donald began kissing her neck. She had that self confidence that never cease to make me very angry. I felt like, killing her the second time but no. She's dead and gone. So is Donald.

For years now, they haven't stopped their disgusting affair in my head and dreams. I have managed to live well and raise my son myself. Am still kicking, being the boss lady I am and enjoying all that life has to offer.

Right now, I want nothing but the best for my son and that's all I will surely get. He won't experience what I experienced in my own time. I will do everything thing in my power to make sure of that.