WILLOWA stifling silence enveloped us as my words hung in the air, pregnant with significance. Lucas's countenance transformed, his smile fading into an expression of incredulity and denial. Nervous laughter escaped him, a feeble attempt to dismiss my disclosure as a malicious jest, a fabrication intended to toy with his emotions."You must be joking, Willow," he muttered, his voice tinged with a subtle undercurrent of unease. "This cannot be real. It's an elaborate prank, isn't it?"My heart sank at his reaction, the weight of the situation etched upon his features. Tears welled within the depths of my eyes as I grappled with the comprehension of his response. I had anticipated shock, sadness, perhaps even disappointment, but the fiery anger that now consumed him caught me off guard."No, Lucas, I'm not joking," I implored, my voice quivering under the weight of our shattered dreams. "The doctor spoke the truth. I cannot bear children. I am infertile."His laughter transmuted into a
WILLOWI can still remember how Lucas abused me in any way he could after he learned I was barren…The once warm and loving relationship we had was now a distant memory, replaced by resentment and disdain. I mustered up the courage to confront him, to salvage what little remained of our shattered marriage."Why are you doing this, Lucas?" I pleaded, my voice trembling with a mix of hurt and confusion. "We used to be so happy together. What happened to us?"Lucas scoffed, his eyes devoid of any tenderness or compassion. "What happened, Willow? You happened! Your inability to give me a child has turned our marriage into a mockery!”His words struck me like a dagger, each one piercing deeper into my wounded soul. I fought back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes, my voice quivering with the weight of unspoken pain."But I thought love was supposed to be unconditional," I whispered, desperation seeping into my words. "I thought we vowed to be there for each other, through thick an
WILLOWThe air grew heavy with tension as Lucas's accusatory words hung in the air. His words sliced through me like a sharpened blade, brimming with disdain and fury. "What in the world are you doing in my workplace, Willow?" he jeered, his voice steeped in animosity.Summoning the last vestiges of my resilience, I mustered a smile amidst the trails of tears that marred my cheeks. Extending the lunch box, I clung to a glimmer of hope, yearning for this small act to bridge the expansive divide that had manifested between us. "I am your wife, Lucas. I possess the rightful presence here. I prepared a meal for you. I thought... I thought maybe you would be happy to have something from me," I stammered, my voice trembling.But my feeble attempt at reconciliation only seemed to fuel his anger. His words struck me with a force that left me reeling, shattering the last remnants of hope within me. "You really think I need your lunchbox, Willow? I'm the fucking CEO! I'm a billionaire! I can e
WILLOWAs I sat alone in the darkness, a fire ignited within me. I can still remember all that pain. The pain and betrayal that I had endured over the years fueled my determination to rise myself. No longer would I succumb to victimhood within this cruel realm of love and treachery. I harnessed the power to overturn the tables and inflict the pain they had inflicted upon me."Lucas, you thought you could deceive me, hurt me, and discard me without consequences," I muttered, my voice filled with venomous determination. "But you underestimated me. You have no idea what I am capable of. I was given the chance to be reborn,”A cold, calculating smile crept across my lips as I began to devise my plan. I would expose their affair to the world, shattering the facade of their perfect lives. They would endure the burden of their deceit and face the consequences of their actions. However, timing is paramount. Each element must fall into place in due course."They dared to mock, belittle, and tr
WILLOWI am lying on our king-size bed, in our fucking room, that was once our love nest. My mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge. It was a delicate dance, a game of strategy that I had to play with precision. But I have lots of questions for myself.How could I exact my revenge without involving my family?I knew that my loved ones were not aware of the dark secrets that surrounded me. They saw my marriage life as a happy one, without problems, they saw Lucas as a perfect husband for me. Shielding them from the burden of truth would safeguard their well-being and avert impending peril. Consequently, this battle necessitated my solitary engagement.Determined, I resolved that acquiring the requisite resources constituted the initial stride in this endeavor. Revenge required wealth and power, the tools to dismantle my enemies from within. But I was not born into privilege, and my current circumstances were far from luxurious. I needed a plan, a way to amass the means to fund my m
WILLOW The next morning. I received an email from the cosmetic clinic. I read the email confirming my appointment with the cosmetic surgeon for assessment today, at 1 p.m. A mix of nerves and determination surged through me. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the opportunity to transform myself and escape the clutches of my past life. I stared at the empty space beside me, where Lucas should have been. The betrayal still stung, knowing that he had spent the night with his mistress instead of coming home to me. But I refused to let his actions break me any further. I was done shedding tears for a man who had shown me nothing but lies and deceit. "Save your tears, Willow. There's no point in wasting them on a cheap, lying husband." With a bitter laugh, I whispered to myself, It was a painful realization, but it fueled my determination to seek revenge and reclaim my life. Time was of the essence. I needed to make sure my plan was foolproof, that no one would suspect the true
WILLOWAs I settled into the chair within the consultation room, I consciously suppressed the stirring of desire that welled within me, drawing my attention away from the captivating presence of Dr. Sebastian Wolfe. This consultation held significant importance in my journey, demanding my unwavering concentration on the objective before me – the alteration of my appearance.“Mrs. Davis, please have a seat.” He guided me with his hand. “May I know what your goal is for this consultation? I’m all ears,” Dr. Wolfe, with his calm demeanor and his voice carried a soothing quality, making it difficult to ignore the magnetic pull he seemed to have on me. But I reminded myself that my purpose here was not to be swept away by his charm; it was to seek the transformation I desired."Doctor Wolfe," I started, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me, "I want to change my face entirely. I am not satisfied with my current appearance, and I am seeking a full-face makeover."Dr. Wolfe's eyes
WILLOWThe next day.I woke up in my hotel suite, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. This was it—the beginning of my journey towards revenge. Away from the prying eyes of my family and the bully Davis clan, I found solace in this temporary sanctuary.As I stretched and glanced around the room, a sense of liberation washed over me. No longer confined to the suffocating walls of my marital home, I was free to pursue my agenda without interference or judgment. Lucas, the man who had betrayed me in the cruelest ways, was absent once again. He would not care if I returned home or not, as his attention was undoubtedly consumed by his mistress.My decision to keep my family out of the loop was deliberate. Tessa, my caring yet inquisitive mother, would surely pester me with endless questions about the state of my marriage. Mark and Michael, my protective brothers, would also grow suspicious and demand answers. I wanted to shield them from the truth, to spare them the bur