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Chapter Two
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2025-08-11 05:37:34Thora's POV
I'm not coming back
Quentin must be a dick to think I'm going to come back because of his sweet and will I say, emotional threat?
My eyes scanned through the annoying headlines on my tablet as I sat on the kitchen table.
The headline was beautiful; Quentin's Ex-wife: Gold digger or just cold?
Hmm. I scoffed.
Predictable. You guys should have added hot. I'm not so cold after all.
Quentin, you may think you have the public in your favor, but you don't. I can flip that switch anytime I like and you've crossed a boundary.
“Mommy. I'm ready for school. I don't want to be late.” My little angel cried.
“Oh come here, baby. Mommy just needs to do one last thing.” I kissed her forehead and turned on my laptop thereafter.
I logged in to my blog account and smiled as I revealed the moment of truth.
I uploaded screenshots of his affair with multiple women and his celebrity dancer alongside messages too.
Now let's see how you handle the truth baby boo.
“Alright cupcake. Let's go. You don't want to be late.” I chuckled softly.
Moments later we were on the road. However, my phone kept buzzing with notifications.
I just smiled, knowing it's working.
“Mommy, won't you answer your phone?” Avis asked with her glowing puppy eyes.
“Nah. It's not important. Nothing matters more to me now, but you…”
After I dropped her off at school, I checked it, the social media had erupted.
Good!
“Quentin exposed! Multiple affairs revealed by an anonymous blogger.”
Game on.
I smiled gracefully and tossed the phone back in.
At work, I decided to use a new name. Everything has to be fresh. Old things have passed away.
I walked in graciously with stunning elegance, I wonder if they thought they were whispering.
“Who's the new hire? She's stunning.”
That's up to them. I'm just here to discharge my duties and off I go.
I continued my job as the fashion model of Vexler and Co textiles.
And I must say, doing my best attracted eyes.
Somehow, I was promoted to becoming the face of the company in quite a short while, it's God's doing, I must say.
My fashion sense and elegance spread my name far and wide.
I still remember that day, when Mr. Vexler unveiled it to the company. That big photo on the company's wall, anytime I see it, it sends chills down my spine.
“... I announce to you all, the face of Vexler and Co textiles, Ms. Laura Monroe…”
Now, I've got recognition, fans and everything I need to be better than Quentin.
I believe he thought I was joking that time, now he'll know better.
“Meet the mysterious model taking over Vexler & Co.”
The news was all over the media.
My inbox was flooded with messages, including one from a mysterious billionaire.
I don't recognize the number, but the message was smooth, dripping with danger. Just the kind of vibes I love.
“You’re interesting. Let’s talk business…and maybe more.”
Hmmm…
“Interesting.”
I picked up Avis later and got back home. However, Avis found something that struck me.
“Mommy! Look! Flowers.” She giggled. “I love Roses.” She dived right at it, but a note fell off.
I let her have them, I don't have strength for her problems this morning. She can be very pestering.
“I miss us. Let’s talk… Quentin”
You just wouldn't drop it. I wonder what's wrong with you.
I rolled my eyes at the papers as if it was him in person and squeezed it beneath my feet.
“Too late, Mr. Lover boy.”
He just didn't stop. He endlessly sent me apology messages.
I love you… I miss you… blah blah blah…
However, the most recent one he sent pissed me off.
He graduated from apologies to threats.
“If I can't have you, no one will.”
You're nuts!
Desperation doesn't suit you, Quentin.
“Hi, Mrs. Estelle…” I reported the threats to my lawyer. Quentin just keeps getting on my nerves.
“I'll file a case, just in case. Keep me posted.”
That's enough for now. I just hope he stops this.
It just keeps getting worse.
At work today, I got a call from my daughter's school.
"Ms. Thora, Quentin attempted to pick up Avis without authorization."
My heart skipped a beat. What if they'd let him? What if?
No, come on. Focus.
What in God's name is wrong with you Quentin?
"What? That's not allowed." I snapped.
“Hope you didn't let him…”
“Yeah.”
I let out a deep breath and immediately phoned my lawyer to file a restraining order.
The letter was served to him accordingly. I got his silly text too.
“You can't hide from me…”
I'm not hiding from you. I just need you away from my daughter.
Fuck you.
However, he didn't drop it and it's high time I took more serious measures to deal with him.
I got back home one day and found my apartment in shambles. Everything ransacked and tumbled upside down.
“Bloody hell!!”
I carefully checked everything out. Nothing was missing, except for an old photo of me and Avis.
Quentin!!!
This just got personal.
I called my head of security immediately.
“I want a standby patrol at the house. Two escorts for me and Avis always.”
I can't let him come close to me anymore.
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