Where Do You Think You’re Going?

Tessa Anderson sat slowly on the sofa, her phone clutched so tightly in her trembling hands that her knuckles started to turn pale. The screen cast cold light all over her face as words scrolled past, each comment sharper than the last.

“Danielle is back. Finally, Mr. Anderson can be free of that woman. She never deserved him.”

“Deserve? Please. Everyone knows Tessa forced her way into his life. She’s nothing but a homewrecker.”

“She’s insane and evil. She trapped him in a marriage and kept him from the woman he truly loves.

I can’t stand her. She’s the villain. A real one.”

Tessa’s stomach twisted, but she forced her eyes down anyway, as if punishing herself with their cruelty was not enough, she saw another photograph, a candid shot of her husband in a parking lot, his arms wrapped around Danielle Greene, the world-famous model and his very first love.

Raymond looked… unguarded. His eyes, those piercing storm-grey eyes, softened as they stared at Danielle.

His hand, strong and steady, held her waist as though she was something precious. They looked lovestruck.

He was heartbreakingly beautiful, every detail of him a reminder of why she had fallen, why she had believed that he was worth waiting for.

She wondered at first if he intentionally posed for that photo to torment her further but on a closer look, it became more obvious. He noticed the camera. He just hadn’t cared.

Her chest tightened in pain. To the world, Tessa was the obstacle that had kept a perfect couple apart. She had been the intruder, the villain, the woman with no rightful place at his side.

And maybe they were right.

Her gaze flicked to the wall clock. Past seven. Of course, he wasn’t home yet. She hadn’t expected him to be. Not tonight. Not with Danielle back in town. Still, knowing it didn’t make the hollow ache in her chest hurt any less.

The click of the front door startled her. She sat upright, her heart thudding stupidly fast only to find not Raymond, but the butler, Jimmy. His lined face carried the kind of heaviness she had come to recognize, sympathy hidden behind professional restraint.

“Mrs. Anderson,” he said quietly, “Mr. Anderson asked me to tell you he won’t be home tonight. He said… you shouldn’t wait up for him.”

Something inside her cracked, but she held her expression steady. Jimmy had always been kind to her, and she would not make him watch her crumble.

“Thank you, Jimmy,” she murmured. She rose from the sofa, her movements graceful despite the storm raging inside her. Her eyes landed on the corner of the room where boxes were stacked neatly, waiting. She had been packing quietly, secretly, for days.

Jimmy’s brow furrowed. His voice dipped with concern, though he tried to keep it even. “Leaving?”

Tessa offered a faint smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s time. Since Ray isn’t home, I’d like you to give him something for me.”

She crossed to the boxes, lifted a thin folder from the top, and returned to him. Her hand didn’t shake as she pressed it into his.

“Please make sure he gets this as soon as possible. I won’t be here tomorrow.”

Jimmy’s eyes dropped to the folder. The weight of what it was seemed to settle into him before she spoke again.

“They’re divorce papers,” she said softly, her smile still fixed in place, fragile but unyielding. “I’ve signed my part. My lawyers will handle the rest.”

Jimmy’s lips parted, but no words came. He simply bowed his head.

Tessa turned away, her heart pounding in her chest. For the first time in years, she felt the faintest tremor of freedom. It was both a happy and terrifying feeling.

“Mrs. Anderson, perhaps you should reconsider. Mr. Anderson…”

“Jim.” Her voice cut through his plea, sharp enough to halt him. Then, softer, steadier, she added, “Please. Just give it to him.”

Before he could answer, she turned, her steps light but resolute as she made her way up the stairwell. Just one more box left, and she would be on her way/

At the top of the stairs, she paused, a sigh breaking from her lips as though releasing the weight of years in one breath. Her heart hammered painfully, she tried so hard to hold in the tears that threatened to slip.

Two years. Two long years of being “Mrs. Anderson” in titles only was about to come to an end.

When she first agreed to the marriage, it was because she had believed that he loved her. Raymond Anderson, her senior in high school, the boy she had once admired from afar, the boy who always smiled at her randomly, and walked with her at recess. To stand beside him as his wife had seemed like a dream come true.

But destiny had been cruel.

After the marriage, it became clear that everything was a facade. He didn’t hide it – no one did. She didn’t know why, or what wrong but she stayed regardless, hoping that he would change.

Raymond had provided her with everything a wife could ask for, comfort, wealth, security. Everything except the only thing she truly wanted. His love.

He had never hidden his disdain. And yet, he had not been cruel in the ways others might expect. He didn’t flaunt other women in her face. He wasn’t careless or reckless with his name. He was disciplined, serious, the same man she had admired years ago.

Except when it came to Danielle.

With Danielle, his armor cracked and his restraint fell away. It didn’t matter how many years had passed or how many barriers stood between them, his heart had always leaned in her direction.

Tessa had seen it in his eyes. The softness. Longing. The kind of love she had once prayed he would give to her.

And now, with Danielle back, the truth was no longer a shadow. It was a blade pressed firmly against her heart.

Tessa had a rare kind of beauty, the kind that turned heads when she stepped out. Her features comprised of deep blue eyes that could pierce through someone’s soul, a long dark hair that flowed like silk, a cute cupid bow, a daunting hourglass figure and a natural grace and charm. But beauty had not saved her either.

It was after one final humiliation that the truth settled in her bones. Raymond had traveled with Danielle as his “plus one” to a business event, parading her as though Tessa did not exist. She didn’t need to ask what that meant. The answer had been clear.

It was over.

Downstairs, Jimmy stood frozen, his eyes on the papers in his hands as though they were cursed. Divorce. The word itself seemed to throb against his skin.

Upstairs, Tessa closed the door behind her and leaned against it, the weight of the day pressing down on her chest. Her breath came out shaky, breaking against the silence. For the first time in years, the tears she had held back slipped free.

Jimmy hurried to his room, hands trembling as he dialed Raymond’s private number. The call barely rang once before it was answered.

“What is it, Jim? I told you I’m not coming home,” Raymond snapped, his tone clipped with impatience. Voices murmured faintly in the background; it sounded like he was in a meeting.

“Mr. Anderson, forgive me for disturbing you,” Jim began carefully, lowering his voice. “But it’s about your wife… Tessa.”

There was a pause at the other end. Raymond’s tone softened, curious now. “What happened to her? Is everything okay?”

Jim exhaled. There was no easy way to say it. “She’s leaving, sir. She’s already packed. And… she left some documents for you.” A short silence stretched between them before Jim finished, steady and blunt: “They’re divorce papers.”

The line went dead quiet. Then…

“What did you just say?” Raymond’s voice dropped, so low and cold it made the hairs on Jim’s neck rise.

Around him, executives exchanged nervous glances. They didn’t know what was happening, but the storm brewing on their CEO’s face was enough to unsettle the room.

“She’s signed her part already,” Jim said quickly. “And from what I see, she’s ready to walk out.”

The sound of a chair scraping violently echoed through the phone. Raymond stood, fingers tugging sharply at his tie as he strode out of the conference room, leaving his stunned assistant behind to clean up his abrupt exit.

“Where is she now?” he demanded, already crossing into his office to grab his jacket.

“She’s upstairs…” Jim glanced toward the staircase. His chest tightened as he caught sight of Tessa descending, suitcase in hand. “…Ah, she’s coming down now.”

Raymond’s shoulders stiffened. His voice was clipped, urgent. “Don’t let her leave. I’m on my way.”

Jim lowered the phone, heart heavy, just as Tessa reached the last step. Her delicate features were set in grim determination, her suitcase thudding behind her.

A servant appeared, rushing forward. “Mrs. Anderson, please, let me help you with that.”

Tessa managed a faint smile, though “Thank you, Dora, but I can manage.” She slid the handle of the bag upright, tugging it toward the door.

Jim stepped forward, blocking her path with polite but firm resolve. “Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson is on his way. He asked that you wait for him.”

“I can’t wait, Jim,” she said softly. “Please just hand him the papers when he returns.”

Tessa made for the door but just before she could pull, the large door creaked open from the outside. A tall, broad figure filled the frame and entered majestically.

Raymond Anderson.

With an intimidating presence that sucked the air out of the room. His eyes dark, hard, and unyielding locked onto hers with an intensity that rooted her to the spot. He had this effect on her every time.

The corner of his mouth curved, not into a smile but something colder. His voice was low, deliberate, and edged with menace.

“Where,” he drawled, each word slicing through the silence, “do you think you’re going?”