Lahat ng Kabanata ng Kneel Before Me, Ex-husband: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Sitting in the lavish living room, I felt a deep sense of unease. The high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and pristine white sofas were supposed to be a testament to my perfect life with Gideon. But today, they felt like a hollow shell—a gilded cage trapping me inside a life I no longer recognized.Across from me, my stepsister, Alexa, sipped her tea, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind. She had come over earlier, asking for financial support for our parents, something I’d always provided without question.“Amy, are you okay?” Alexa’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. “It’s Gideon.” I replied.“What do you mean?” Alexa asked, her brow furrowing.I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “He’s been different lately. He’s coming home late, always with some excuse. Business trips that last longer than they should, meetings that run late into the night. And when he’s home, it’s like he’s not really here. We barely talk anymore.”Alexa listened intent

Alexa’s lips curved into a sneer as she stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over me with an air of condescension. “Oh, I saw plenty,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery.“I saw you destroy everything you had—your marriage, your reputation. And now, look at you. Just a pathetic shell of what you used to be.”The sheer contempt in her voice was a knife to my heart. I could barely contain my rage.“You think you’re so much better, don’t you?” I spat, my fists clenching at my sides.“You’ve been having an affair with my husband. You’re the one who should be behind bars, not me!”Alexa’s laughter was cold and unfeeling.“Gideon and I are quite happy, thank you very much. But don’t worry, Amy. The world doesn’t care about your side of the story. It only cares about what they see.”My frustration bubbled over, and I took a step toward her, my hands trembling with anger.“You think this is a joke? You’re ruining my life!”Before I could reach her, the police officers stepped in, restrai

The woman’s eyes, a sharp contrast to the tired lines of her face, shone with a deep, penetrating sadness.“You must be... I mean, I have waited a long time to finally meet you.”I felt a shiver run down my spine. Her words were too loaded with meaning, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to uncover a truth that would shatter my already fractured world.“My name is Eleanor,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m your grandmother.”The air seemed to grow thicker, heavier, as she reached into a worn, leather bag and pulled out several photographs. She laid them carefully on the small table between us. The first was a picture of me as a baby, cradled in the arms of a woman I did not recognize. Beside it was a photograph of my father, younger but unmistakably familiar.I stared at the pictures, my mind struggling to piece together the fragments of the story Eleanor was about to reveal. The confusion and fear must have been visible on my face because Eleanor’s eyes sof

As I turned the pages, a wave of incredulity washed over me. Amadeus Multi-Company—my inheritance—is a colossal conglomerate with an estimated value of **$800 billion**. I hardly knew how to grasp it. Alongside it, plans for **ten luxury resorts** are given—each a haven of sun-kissed beaches, suites that are pure opulence, and endless possibilities.I looked at the figures on the page and felt that the ground beneath me seemed to have vanished. This was a life I could never have imagined, a life I saw only when people were acting it out in movies and reading about it in magazines. It was full of power, wealth, and influence. Yet, all this brewed over the actual feelings of utter exhilaration and soon gave place to another thought: a chilling reminder of my naïveté of the past.How blind was I? My ex Gideon had made my life turn out to be a nightmare, using my trust against me, leaving me an utterly lonely sufferer. I once believed there is goodness within people-the actual courage tha

I immediately walked away because I feel something at her words. Victoria followed me on our way to the car. The woman’s world still bothered me while I’m looking at the window.The car ride home felt heavy with an inexplicable tension. Victoria remained quiet, but her sideways glances made it clear she thought I was being absurd. Her irritation lingered, and she finally broke the silence when we reached the driveway.“That woman,” she said, wrinkling her nose, “she’s weird. You shouldn’t bother with people like that, Amethyst.”I clenched the steering wheel, breathing slowly to calm my racing thoughts. Victoria’s words seemed shallow in contrast to the gnawing feeling in my gut. “Weird,” maybe, but there was something more to that encounter. Something unsettling."I have a bad feeling," I admitted, trying to piece together the fragments of my past. "I think that woman read my future five years ago. What she said back then—it lines up with what’s happening now. I understand what she m