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Hailey’s POV
«FERNANDRO MANSION.»
Stepping out of the car after a long day at the market helping out my mother-in-law. I yawned before walking into the house.
It was just 5PM in the evening and I had to return home to prepare for dinner before she’ll return back home.
Knowing my husband’s company had gone public just few weeks ago and it was finally getting the recognition it deserved. I planned to reveal my true identity to him.
I’m Hailey Norway. The only daughter of the Norway family. I had given up my position and life just to be with the love of my life after opposition from my grandfather.
To him, Tyler wasn’t worthy to be with me but I decided to proof them wrong and now I could finally do that. The happiness I was feeling was out of the world.
Just as I finished dropping the last meal on the dining table, I took out my phone to check the time and realized it was already 6PM, I didn’t expect to take time cooking tonight.
Just then, the doorbell rang prompting me to go and check it out. I opened the door, and a lady came in.
She was wearing a short black slit dress, her hair packed up with her bags beside her, she shoved me aside and made her way inside which made me frown.
“Who are you?” I asked her annoyed at the arrogance she just displayed but she remained non-challant about it and went to sit at the couch taking out her phone to call whomever.
Not long, the doorbell rang again and this time, it was my husband. Just as I was about complaining to him, the lady went to hug him.
Seeing them display their intimacy and Tyler showing his lovely side made me feel like the outsider.
Even though we had been married for 2 years, Tyler wouldn’t come back home early and he was always complaining of being busy trying to build wealth for the family which caused a great falling behind in both our marriage but also our sexual relationship.
“What do you think you are doing right now?” I asked not okay with the way he just did, my heart scared at whatever I wasn’t sure it was real.
Looking at me, I could see the hatred displaying in his eyes as he shoved me aside gently escorting the lady back to sit before coming to face me.
“Let’s get a divorce.” His voice laced with irritation and hatred as he stretched out his hands at me revealing the document in his hand. No doubt! It was a divorce paper.
My eyes went wide in shock! It was at most like everything happened like a flash. “What did you just say?” I couldn’t believe what my ear had heard.
I wanted to be sure I wasn’t mishearing things. He threw the paper on me making me flinch in fear and disbelief.
“I am asking you for a divorce. Now that my company has gone public. You are not worthy of being my partner.” His words were piercing deeply into my soul.
And the way he was saying it in a non challant way like he never cared. He stretched his hand to the lady who stood up to receive it.
“This is Lillian, my first love and soon to be Mrs Fernandro. She’s the only one worthy to be addressed by my name and not you, a little delivery bitch.” He spat on my face.
The both of them smiled, my tears dropped streaming down my face slowly, u didn’t want to believe Tyler will ever do that to me.
When we first met, he saved me from the assassins sent to kill me but he mistook them as men who goes after weak ladies just to assault them.
He doesn’t know about my status in the family, he had thought I came to the company to look for someone because I was dressed so simple.
That was when I fell in love with him and I couldn’t see his facade, he must be trying to draw me away or maybe he’s testing me.
“Tyler, it’s me, Hailey. Your wife, you love me remember?” I don’t even have any idea what I was saying anymore, I just wanted him to say something.
I raised my right hand up showing my finger, my ring showing on my index finger but he suddenly burst out laughing which made me wonder what was wrong.
I thought maybe he finally wanted to confess he was only pranking me and joined him in laughing while cleaning my tears.
“You must be really dumb like he said.” The lady finally spoke out. The tension in the room grew once again and I was met with a cold glance from Tyler.
“I mean, who’ll be proud wearing a fake ring probably worth just 10 bucks in the street and even showing it off?” She shrugged, I couldn’t believe that was a fake ring.
Tyler had shown me the receipt, he bought it with his last paycheck from the company he was working with before and that was also the reason he decided he wanted to start up his new company so he’ll be able to support me more when we decide to start our own family.
My hands dropped, my mouth opened but no words could come out, now I realized how foolish I had been all along.
The late night out, the attitude, the lies, not touching me, the countless fake love anytime I noticed something suspicious or off about him.
I shook my head in fear, watching the both of them smile rather proudly at each other. “I know you are joking right now or maybe pranking me, you know how we used to be, no I mean, Tyler please.” I broke down in tears.
I didn’t want to believe I had wasted two years of my life on someone who was busy loving someone or no, not loving me but using me as a substitute.
“You have to face the reality Hailey. Someone of your status also deserves to be loved?” He scoffed and pushed me off which made me staggered falling down on my knees.
I was hurt but more hurt as I stared at them. Just then something caught my eye in the divorce paper on the floor.
“One million to substitute as a scapegoat and be sent to prison.” Shocked!
Hailey's POV The silence filled the room immediately Tyler entered the lounge.It seeped into the restaurant like a living thing, draining sound in its wake. Cutlery paused mid-air, conversations faltered, then died altogether. Even the low hum of music from hidden speakers seemed to recede, as if the room itself sensed an intrusion and instinctively pulled back.I felt it before I saw him.A disturbance in the air.A wrongness.Then Tyler stumbled into view.He moved like a man whose body no longer obeyed him properly—steps uneven, shoulders pitched forward, balance just slightly off. His suit hung loose on his frame, wrinkled and dulled, the fabric smelling faintly of sweat and alcohol even from several feet away. His tie was undone, shoved into a pocket like an afterthought. His hair clung damply to his forehead, strands plastered there as though he’d been running—or spiraling—for hours.This was not the man I had married or once loved.This was what remained of him.I didn’t eve
Hailey's POV I didn’t panic.That was the first thing I noticed about myself as I stood in my office, staring at the empty drawer where my future had been carefully dismantled.I closed the drawer without a sound.The empty space where my work had lived stared back at me like a missing tooth—too clean, too deliberate. Whoever had taken the files hadn’t rushed. They had known exactly what they were looking for, exactly where to find it, and exactly how much time they had before anyone noticed.I straightened my spine.Fear would have been easier, panic would have been justified. But neither came. What settled into me instead was colder and far more useful—a precise, almost clinical calm that sharpened my thoughts and slowed my breathing.Janet wanted a reaction and I will make sure she won't get one.I left my office the same way I entered it—measured steps, expression neutral, shoulders relaxed. If the building had eyes, they would have seen nothing out of the ordinary. The employees
Hailey's POV By the time I walked into Norway Group Headquarters the next morning, the building already knew I was coming.Glass doors slid open with a whisper that felt more like a warning than a welcome. My heels struck the marble floor in sharp, deliberate beats, each step echoing through the atrium like a countdown. Heads turned, the ones having conversations faltered and bowed their heads, Phones lowered mid-scroll. The employees didn’t stare openly—they never did—but I felt the weight of their attention all the same but all that wasn't my concern for now.Hailey Norway was back.Not the runaway heiress, not the divorcee.Not the woman whose name had been spoken in hushed tones for two years like a cautionary tale.This time, I was here to stay and shake tables.I didn’t slow down as I crossed the lobby. The security team straightened when they saw me, one of them fumbling slightly as he keyed in access for the executive elevators.“Good morning, Ms. Norway,” he said, a beat too
Hailey's POV Janet Lut entered the penthouse the way some people entered rooms they had already decided belonged to them.She didn’t hesitate at the threshold.She didn't even wait for permission. The door had barely finished sliding shut behind her before she was already moving forward, heels clicking against the marble with practiced confidence, her posture relaxed in a way that suggested familiarity rather than intrusion.I watched her from the center of the living room, my spine straight, my expression smooth and distant—polished Norway ice.I stayed exactly where I was—center of the living room, shoulders back, chin lifted, spine straight. The posture of a woman who knew her worth and intended to remind everyone else of it.“Kingsley,” she said lightly, lifting a hand as if greeting an old friend at a café rather than stepping into another woman’s home. “You left your watch at my place. I figured it was easier to bring it myself than risk a courier losing something so… valuable.
Hailey's POV I spun around so fast the room seemed to tilt.The photograph shook in my hand, the edges biting into my palm as if it were trying to remind me it was real. That I hadn’t imagined it, that the handwriting on the back—the promise, the guilt—had been his.“What the hell is wrong with you,” I said, my voice sharp enough to cut. “Did you have a preferred brand of binoculars, or did you just enjoy playing God with my life?”The words came out brittle, wrapped in sarcasm so tight it almost passed for control, almost.Kingsley didn’t flinch.He didn’t even apologize.He didn’t even look ashamed.Instead, he stepped closer.One step, then another.The distance between us vanished, and my back hit the wall of photographs with a soft thud. My own face stared back at me from every angle—laughing, crying, breaking—watching the moment I’d been dreading my entire life.“You think this was about entertainment,” he said quietly. “About voyeurism.”His voice was calm, too calm. The kind
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