Chapter 2

Megan squeezed hard on the divorce papers Greg threw at her. She looked at it sorrowfully to see that it had already been signed by him.

She always knew Greg had little or no feelings for her. He had married her immediately after he broke up with Elizabeth. And now that she thinks of it, it seems he married her just to spite Elizabeth and make her come back to him.

Megan gazed into the direction of the window with disbelief evidenced in her beautiful green eyes. While Greg stood in the glow of the evening, petting Elizabeth and whispering sweet nothing to her.

They seemed so perfect for each other, as their features complemented one another.

“I've signed the papers. You should also sign them so that we can finalise the divorce at City Hall tomorrow”. Greg said without taking his eyes off Elizabeth, who was still crying.

“Since we didn't have any prenuptial agreement, there won't be any delay in finalising the divorce”.

Megan was speechless. “Does your mother know about this?”

“She does, and even if she doesn't, her opinion does not affect my decision”. He replied.

Megan's fragile body shook, so she could only hug her body tightly to stabilise herself as hot tears poured down her face. Yes, he cheated on her, but she couldn't help but ask. “Can we not divorce, Greg?”. 

Her question agitated Elizabeth, as her facial expression changed woefully. Megan was such a fool to think that Greg would change his mind. He was hers and hers forever.

He pursed his lips and narrowed his dark and intimidating eyes at Megan as he asked, “why?”

“Because I love you”. She blurted out shakingly.

Megan's eyes were red rimmed, “Greg I love you and I still want to remain your wife even if you don't have feelings for me….”

“I've had enough of this woman”, Greg, cut her off with a disgusted face. “A marriage without love is torture, and that is exactly what I feel with you”.

“You know that our marriage was a mistake and I married you at my lowest point in life”. He said with mixed emotions.

Elizabeth was thrilled, she just loved the pain she saw in Megan’s eyes.

Megan lowered her head in dejection as she listened to his cruel words. He did not only cheat on her but also hated her guts.

She had sacrificed so much for Greg before and during their marriage, and in the end he only thought of her as torture.

“I will sign the papers”. She smiled wryly as she shook her head in dejection. It was time to free him of this imprisonment so that he can finally be with the one that he loves.

So She took the papers and signed them carefully.

Elizabeth eyebrows shot upwards in curiosity; she didn't expect her to sign the papers so easily. She walked hurriedly to hug her. “Oh, thank you so much Megan for signing the papers”. Her voice quivered as if she was sad.

But before she could even think of anything, Elizabeth landed on hard floors, making it seem like it was Megan who threw her away.

“Why did you push her, Megan, why are you so vicious”? Greg seethed blindly.

“Just because I love her and not you, that doesn't mean you can hurt her. I don't fucking love you and that is it”.

“It's not her fault, Greg”. Elizabeth, whose face was red, interrupted. “If I were her, I will react the same way”, she said in a whisper loud enough for both of them to hear 

Megan felt the urge to applaud her, she was playing the pity card so well that she herself is actually questioning who the victim is.

“Please get up, baby. Greg said as he knelt down to pick up Elizabeth with a calm and loving expression. You know it's not good for the……” he whispered the rest of the words into her ear.

Elizabeth stood up into Greg's arms, confiding in him as she smirked inwardly at Megan.

“Please ask her to forgive me”. She pouted with a fake sense of abandonment. But before Greg could reply to her. The door to the room creaked, revealing Mrs. Wilson. 

“Hasn't she signed the papers yet?” Mrs. Wilson's lips raised scornfully.

“She has. And we are going to finalise the divorce tomorrow at city hall”. Greg replied.

“Finally, Mrs. Wilson screamed in elation. Her son can finally settle with Elizabeth and not that scumbag of a girl.

So this was the reason Mrs. Wilson has been behaving strangely. She has been buying time for the both of them.

“Megan, you are going to leave right”. Mrs. Wilson scoffed. 

“I will take my leave”, Megan replied subtly. There was no use staying with a bunch of betrayers.

“Where are you going to go?”. Greg was surprised that she actually agreed to leave; he knew that she had no one, and she was an orphan who came from a small town.

“Wherever I go is not your business, Greg”. Megan retorted.

Greg felt weird. It was a feeling he couldn't explain. Where was she going to go, and why did she seem like the divorce didn't affect her? 

“Don't go Meg”. Elizabeth begged, trying to make a good impression on Mrs. Wilson.

But Megan would be dead if she believed her, so she ignored her plea and walked towards the door.

What a nice person Elizabeth was, how could she still be nice to someone who stole Greg from her in the first place? Mrs. Wilson thought.

As she walked past. Mrs. Wilson noticed the necklace on Megan, it was an expensive model which only one of its kind existed. There were rumours about the only heiress of the song family owning it.

How could it be on Megan's neck? “Come here”. She dragged her, yanking her backwards.

“Who… gave you that necklace”. Her tone was laced with incredulity.

Megan looked down at her neck, this was a gift from her late mother.

“I don't think you should ask such questions, Monica”. Megan called her by her maiden name, making her gasp at her disrespect.

 Mrs. Wilson’s lips trembled in speechlessness as Megan yanked her arm away from her and went out of the 

***

Megan was now left alone outside the Wilson mansion with a feeling of melancholy as She picked up her phone, dialling a number. “Come pick me up”, she said and hung up with no emotions.

She had left without taking a pin except for the clothes she wore, she would rather not have anything that would remind her of this place.

Elizabeth peeps down the window at Megan. She couldn't just place what was happening. This was not the reaction she expected off Megan.

She wanted her to wail and beg for mercy. But what does it matter? What was coming for her was beyond her powers, Elizabeth thought with a smirk, “Oh meg, if only you know what awaits you”. She said loudly. 

This was probably the last time Meg would be a nuisance to her. She raised her hands to wave goodbye at Meg, mockingly.

However, her hands froze in the air as a black expensive Rolls-Royce parked in front of Megan.

Who was that? Elizabeth thought to herself. She knew that Megan didn't have any family, and definitely she didn't know anyone influential. 

If so, How is it that Megan is entering that car? The image made her blood boil in anger.

In the back row of the roll Royce, Enzo, the eldest son of the prestigious song family, gently held Megan's hands.

“Your eldest brother prepared a very sumptuous meal for you to celebrate your return”.

“I'm not really in the mood to eat, Enzo”. Megan said meekly.

Megan resumed her identity as Margaret song. The heiress of the song family. She leaned on her elder brother's shoulder and burst into tears.

“What? Do you still miss him after everything he has done to you?” Enzo hugged his sister in distress.

“ Enzo, today is my birthday ”.

“I know, he is such a jerk to choose today of all days to break your heart”.

“That is why I have no regrets. Megan Smith is dead”. Megan said.

As she opened her eyes, she was no longer Megan Smith. The dutiful wife of Greg, she was now Margaret Song the proud heiress of the m&k group. This time, her life would no longer revolve around a man.

“I am over him. I will be damned if I ever go back. She said in a low voice.

The journey to the mansion sailed smoothly on the well tiled road, and Megan could not help but think about her life.

It was better she stepped up. She thought silently until the car suddenly came to an abrupt stop.

Fuck. Enzo cursed under his breath as his body came forward due to the sudden stop.

“Wh

at happened”. He questioned the driver, whose body shook like someone suffering from rigour.

“Sir… We have been surrounded by the police”.