Kylie, an heiress left everything behind just to be with a man she loves. She quit her job to properly take care of the house. All she ever asked for was a loving husband but what did she get in return? A husband who announced his marriage with his Mistress in an interview! A husband who joined hands with his Mistress to get her arrested so she could be behind bars gone and forgotten. The heiress swore to make him pay! She swore to make him crawl! Begging for her forgiveness. Will the Ex-husband seek her forgiveness? Yes for sure Will Kylie accept him back? No! She gives no second chance to a scumbag! All she wants is revenge.
Lihat lebih banyakKylie’s POV
“What the hell?!” My eyes opened and widened. The glass of wine in my hand fell on the ground. For a moment, it felt like I was hallucinating. I gently rubbed my eyes, trying to get a clearer vision, but that was my reality. “Austin Nitaile announced his marriage with Emily L.” I re-read the content on the television screen. Emily. L. The name sounded very familiar. He said a lot about her and how they ended things for a very long time. I didn't want to believe he would ever cheat on me, not with someone who left him when at his lowest. “This is not possible; there must be a mix-up somewhere,” I murmured under my breath as I rushed up the stairs. I grabbed my phone, calling my husband, Austin Nitaile. Austin and I have been happily married. It was our fourth anniversary together. I had planned so much in celebration of our anniversary when he returned from work. I wanted to celebrate uniquely, considering how he didn't show up for the last anniversary due to his business trip. Seeing such news, I couldn't wait for any more. “Pick up the damn phone,” I said. My hands are shaking. I flipped it on the couch, pacing around back and forth in the living room, biting my nails. “Ding,” I heard the door open. “Austin!” I called out. I smiled widely, my heart pounding so loud. For a moment, I forgot I was supposed to be mad. His broad shoulders made me want to run into his arms like I used to, but his pretty face seemed not to be in the proper mood. He gently walked inside not uttering a word to me. I walked behind him, contemplating if I should talk about the recent news or not. He halted in front of the television; the information was still ongoing on the channel, considering it was the hot gist of the day. “Can you imagine? Bloggers and fake news,” I spoke. That was the only way I could ask without making him feel offended. I didn't want to be a wife who doubted her husband's loyalty. I mean, Austin is a very famous person, and only a few people knew we were married; it is only normal if rumors of him being married to his Ex are still flying up everywhere. I knew it was disrespectful, but that was the only way i could keep my marriage. “It's not fake,” he murmured out. “What?!” I exclaimed. It was like I was hearing things in my ear. “I want a divorce” his voice came out dead. The word divorce sent a wave of fear into me. My whole body became weak, my hands shaking. “A divorce?!” My voice came out brittle, water surrounded my eyes. The atmosphere became so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard. He gently turned, staring deep into my eyes. “Why?-” my lips trembled. “Why?! Aren't you tired of this bondage called marriage? Things are not working out!” He threw the bomb at my face. Two years into our marriage was when the change happened. He suddenly became a nightcrawler. He stopped sending gifts on special occasions like my birthday. I didn't let all of that get to me as I continued to be a good wife to my husband. I believed it might be work-related issues, and with time, he will come around. “We can talk about that” I stretched my hand “I mean- He flipped my hand away while I tried to hold him. “There is nothing to talk about. I have thought about it and I wondered why I got married to you in the first place. I mean, look at you.” he pointed his hand at me from head to toe. “What exactly do you have to offer in this marriage? You just sit at home all day cooking while powerful women are out there achieving greater things. I deserve better!” His words were like a knife pierced through my broken heart. Tears streaming down my eyes. “ Austin!” I yelled and took a deep, sharp breath. “Please..” I said in a calm voice and continued “Let not go through this root, whatever it is that I might have done, I am sorry. If it is about me not working, I will get another job” “Nothing can be done about it. I have made my decision, and not even you can change my mind,” he responded flatly. I took a step backward. The fact that he said all of that staring into my eyes, not even my tears could stop him. There was more to what was happening. “Is it because of her? Because of that parasite?!” I covered the gaps between us. “Do not call her names” he scolded, taking sides of his Mistress against his wife. “Since when has this been going on?” It took me a few moments before I could finally ask the right question. It took me time to realize the scum had been cheating on me. “ Does that matter?” “My lawyers will send the divorce papers across to you,” he said. His eyes were crystal clear, with not even a bit of remorse in them. I chuckled and bit my lower lips. Anger boiling through my veins. I felt like grabbing him by his shirt, I felt like using my fingers on his pretty face. Four years of my life, four freaking years of loving and living my life according to his policy and betrayal was what I ended up with?!. “Yes. It does matter,” I answered and continued, “Is this the reason why you never let our marriage out in the public?” I held my hands together very tightly. This time, I was so close up to him that I could hear the sound of his breath. He laughed. “ You think you are worth the woman to be seen with me?!” “What-” I trembled, blinking my eyes. His words broke me again; at this point, I couldn't stop the tears from gushing out. “ I got better things to handle.” He pushed me so hard, making me fall on the ground. There is nothing that hurts more than seeing the person whom I have loved all my life change within the Twink of an eye. He didn't just cheat; he also doesn't care about me anymore. He didn't glimpse at me as he walked out of the house. “ Kylie!” the door opened. “Did he do this to you?!” Mia asked as she rushed towards me “How dare him?” She turned and took a step. I held her by the leg. Mia never liked Austin; she has always wanted me to divorce his sorry ass but I never listened to her. “I am so sorry” she wrapped her arms around me. I placed my head on her arm, crying and sobbing. “You are leaving his worthless ass” I gently glanced at Mia as she continued “Yes, right now!” “I will go park your things” she added and walked up the stairs. At this point, I decided to let things go. It is okay to start over again; it is never the end of the world. “Gba gba” the sound of the doorbell brought me back to reality. I signed and walked to get the door. “ How- word got stuck in my mouth as I opened the door. In front of me were two men dressed in black uniforms and a black belt around their waist. “Mrs Amelia Natalie, you are under arrest!”Jackson's POVI sat at my desk long after midnight, the glow of my laptop illuminating stacks of accident reports. My fingers hovered above the keyboard. The official crash report said Kylie's van collided with a guardrail and overturned. But there were discrepancies. The skid marks were too short, the impact point off-center, and the computer records showed the brakes weren't applied until fractions of a second before impact.I rubbed my eyes and phoned Marcus. He answered on the second ring."Marcus," I whispered. "I'm reading over the crash report again. Something's not quite right."His voice crackled through the speaker. "What do you see?"I browsed through pages. "Verify the timestamps. GPS pings show the van slowed up at two places—once near the docks, then again ten seconds prior to the crash… but the brakes were not captured in the ECU data until a second prior to the crash."Marcus whistled low. "Either data was fudged or somebody hijacked the van off route.""Exactly," I sa
Kylie's POVI woke up with a thudding agony at the back of my head. I was lying straight out, not squirming, eyes not crossed. I could only listen to the incessant beeping of some device. I tried to raise my hand, but it felt too heavy."Ms. Wilson?" a gentle voice asked.I opened the single eye I could and gazed at a nurse in green scrubs. "I. where am I?" I whispered. "You're at Saint Mark's," she replied softly. "You were brought here in an accident. How do you feel?" "My head hurts," I replied. My voice rasped. "That's to be expected," she replied. "You have a small concussion. You must rest. Do you know your husband?"I furrowed my brow. "Austin?" The right name. So reassuring.The nurse and my face both softened. "He's coming."I let go of my tense eyes and exhaled slowly. I remembered Austin's face. His arms around me. His soothing touch. But Jackson, I didn't recall him. There was a gap.It creaked and swung wide for a second or two. Someone came in. My heart pounding. It was
Emily's POVI slid into the little safehouse as the sun came up. My shoulder hurt from Jackson's bullet's ricochet, and every step I took brought a new flash of pain trembling through my arm. I leaned back on the squeaky couch, applying a cold pack to my bruise. The room was quiet, except for the muffled sound of the old refrigerator in the corner. I took a second to get my breath back.My phone buzzed with a secure message from my contact. I opened it.Contact: You alive?I replied, grimacing as I used my injured hand.Emily: Barely. He got lucky. Your plan?Contact: Waiting on you. Needed proof.I set aside the cold pack and made my way across the room to my dented laptop. Its screen flashed as I booted it up, wiping sweat from my brow. I opened my encrypted chat application and dialed the contact's secure number.Emily (whispering): I'm here. I have what we need.Contact (static): Explain.I leaned forward. "I hacked into the hospital records. Kylie's accident was classified vehicu
Austin's POVI awoke to the light on my phone on the bedstand. I opened one eye to glare at the screen: **"Breaking: Wilson CEO Kylie Wilson Kidnapped, Rescued by Security Head Jackson Reed."** My pounding heart. I sat up and smoothed the headline. I'd read the half-blur—a kidnapping, a rescue by Jackson, her in the hospital.I ruffled a hand through my hair. Good for Jackson. He'd always wanted nothing but hero worship. But good for Kylie… yes, good that she was alive. My gaze went to the wedding-day picture on my dresser, the one that was framed: Kylie's pretty face. A rush of protectiveness washed over me—and a chance I couldn't resist taking.I got dressed quickly in white shirt and black trousers. I secured my tie and focused intensely. Out there, I would be mannered and a good ally of Jackson—the world would see me thus. Behind closed doors, I would pull out my ace card: Kylie needed me today more than ever. Vulnerable.My driver had stayed downstairs. I went into the car's rear
Rachel's POVI came into the boardroom at a little before sunrise. The vastness of the long mahogany table gleamed in the pale light above. I set down my brown leather briefcase on the floor and poured two cups from the carafe at the end of the table farthest from me. The air was tinged with the smell of lightly burnt coffee and wood polish. I sipped it cautiously to settle myself.The door opened, and Fred entered with his own cup. He shut the door softly and smiled broadly at me. "Good morning, Mother," he said, putting the coffee beside mine."Good morning, Fred," I replied, mirroring his good spirits. I gestured to the chairs with a nod. "Sit down."He sat opposite me and took a tentative sip. "We played very well last night."I nodded. "Emily's scheme backfired. Kylie is secure in that hospital, and Jackson is the hero." I allowed it to sink in, seeing Fred's eyes sparkle with pleasure.Fred settled back. "Just as we wanted."I took another sip of my coffee. "Mother warned us of
Fred's POVI decided to accompany Mother in reclaiming what belongs to us.what Kylie had stolen by right of that so-called "written will."I drove myself to the hospital and had to stop the car in order to get a hold of myself before exiting. The gray, weak light of morning was as if the world itself were sympathetic to us. I peered into the side mirror to ensure that my appearance would bring a look of concern to my fatigued face. No one can fault me for not having ulterior motives.The lobby was where I came across the antiseptic odor that hit my nose. A receptionist looked up and gave a pitying smile as I walked by. "Mr. Wilson, Kylie's family," I breathed. She nodded toward the nurses' station at the end of the hall.Nurse Thompson looked up over the counter from the charts stacked on it. "Mr. Wilson. Good you're here. She's stable but must rest."Of course, I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Where is she?""In Room 304, down the left corridor. I will take you there."I nodded an
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