4

Stacey 

As I climb down the stairs with bags in hand, the servants follow behind, carrying the remaining belongings. I survey my surroundings, taking in the destruction Tyler has caused. Glass vases lie shattered on the floor, and everything appears to be in disarray. I spot him, passed out on a sofa, having consumed many bottles of wine.

I am consumed with the desire to toss him into a gutter or somewhere fitting for someone with his lack of etiquette and basic manners. He dared to beat me and now he rests so peacefully, thinking he can escape the consequences. Walking over the shattered glass, I let the heels of my boots crunch them as I advanced towards him. As I raise my hand, poised to slap him, Nancy interrupts by grabbing my wrist, preventing me from following through with my impulse.

"You don't want to jeopardize the case, Ms. Stacey. We must handle this legally," Nancy whispers to me, and suddenly clarity washes over me. I nod in understanding, and I turn to exit the mansion, leaving him behind. I decided to take Nancy with me; after all, she is my true companion in this tumultuous journey.

Upon arriving at the luxurious building owned by Martinez, I enter the elevator and ascend to the penthouse I have rented for the time being. My lawyer had taken care of all the arrangements, so I didn't have to worry about a thing. While Nancy oversees the moving of my belongings, I step out of the elevator, only to collide with a figure who is significantly stronger than me.

Frowning and frustrated when I look up, my world stops. The man towers above me, his piercing blue eyes giving me a sharp gaze. Dressed in a sharp business suit, he looks down at me, his rosy lips slightly parted as his melodious voice reaches my ears. "Are you alright?" he asks, concern evident in his tone.

Feeling a sense of discomfort as I realize his arm is wrapped around my waist, I clear my throat to regain my composure. I notice a trickle of blood from my nose, and his gaze lingers on it. "Yeah..." I respond, feeling a bit flustered. He then offers, "Do you want to go to the hospital? You may not have noticed, but your nose is bleeding."

Still? Oh my fucking God! So embarrassing. I recognize his voice, but I can't remember where I've heard it before. It feels familiar, like a dream that lingers in the mind.

Clearing my throat, I gently pull away, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. This is the first time I've encountered someone so strikingly handsome. His captivating scent fills my senses, momentarily distracting me. I find myself drawn to him, wanting to stay in his protective embrace. But then reality sets in, reminding me of the situation at hand.

As a married woman, I remind myself of my commitment and the boundaries I must uphold. With a polite excuse, I step away, feeling the weight of the situation. Glancing back at him one last time, I notice his gaze fixed on me, showing no emotion. Turning towards the door of the penthouse, I take a deep breath before entering, the lavish surroundings captivating my attention.

As the night falls, sleep is nowhere near me. I find myself gazing out at the mesmerizing cityscape through the expansive glass wall, lost in contemplation. My fingers curl around the glass as I take a sip, memories of Tyler's violent actions flashing through my mind. If only I could have stopped him in that moment, perhaps he wouldn't have dared to raise his hand against me.

My lawyer visits the penthouse and we discuss a few key points he informs me about the case that he has managed to file against Tyler. “Are you sure this case is strong? I do not want to be humiliated.” 

He assures me that his plan is in my best interest and suggests that I visit Tyler's office to inform his boss about Tyler's tax evasion and embezzlement. 

"And what evidence do we have against him?" I inquire, my curiosity is piqued. The lawyer hands me a stack of receipts and bills that clearly prove Tyler's involvement in fraud. The realization of his deceit hits me, and I shake my head in disbelief. A sense of determination surges through me as I envision bringing him to justice, enjoying the thought of crushing his ego under my six-inch YSL heels.

Stomping into the lavish building, I inquire about the boss, and a woman guides me to the office of the chief executive. Standing outside the room, I hear that my name has been announced to him. 

With a deep breath, I push the door open and step inside, admiring the impressive corporate view before me. Seated confidently at his desk, a strikingly handsome man meets my gaze, and a wave of familiarity washes over me.

“You?” I exclaim and he remains polite, his voice seems calm, “hello, Mrs Williams. Please have a seat.” I walk forth, ignoring my anticipation as i take a seat and he attentively waits for me to speak. “Well, you might not know but your employee Tyler Williams is my…” my words are cut short as he finishes my sentence, “husband. I am aware.” 

After a slight pause, he continues to ask, “how can i help you?” I gather all the courage I can and take a deep sigh before I respond, “I want you to fire him immediately.” he gives me an astonishing look, not expecting me to talk like this about my own husband. 

Sinking back on his comfortable chair, he declares, “Fire him? I thought you were going to ask me to raise his position in the company.” I can't help but scoff, my sarcasm drips through my tone as I inform him, “I assume you do not want to give raise to a person who has been doing nothing but cheating with you.” 

I get his curious gaze fixed on me and I won't lie to admit that it makes me comfortable. My stomach churns with anticipation and I feel like his stares are undressing me entirely.