Semua Bab The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Aliyah's POV I sat on the couch as I watched the minutes pass by, the clock ticking continuously as I awaited the arrival of my husband. The clock ticked closer to midnight, but Roland wasn't here. No. Not tonight. Not on our third anniversary night. Frustration boiled within me, heat rising in my chest. This could only mean one thing. He didn't care about tonight. I didn't care. No matter when, I'll be here waiting. My eyelids grew heavy, but I forced them open. No sleep until Roland gets back. My gaze shifted to the dining table, the dinner I had personally prepared because of the special day lying untouched. The meal had turned cold, making anguish press deeper in my chest. Moments later, the door swung open and Roland stepped in. I jumped to my feet, my words filled with anger. It's our wedding anniversary tonight, Roland, I reminded him. He shrugged, like he didn't have a care in the world. What about it?His words send a surge of anger coursing through my veins, setti

Aliyah's POV Are you planning to throw yourself under the next car? Dominic's voice cut through my thoughts. He let go of my arm, his green eyes dark and dangerous. I could only stare, words caught in my throat. Come on. I'll give you a ride, he said. “I don't need your help!” I rasped, voice thin and shaky. He scoffed. Then, would you rather walk back into the traffic? Or watch these cameras as they break you till there's nothing left to pick up?I swallowed hard, gaze darting around everywhere. Flashes. Whispers. People were watching. If you are done thinking about it, then get in the car. His tone was sharp, commanding. I wanted to refuse, but my legs betrayed me, moving after him like they were being pulled by invincible strings. The sleek black car waited at the curb, gleaming under the city lights. Dominic opened the door, not out of courtesy, but something I couldn't fathom. I slid in, the door sealing me in with a shut. Dominic rounded the car, slipping into the dr

Aliyah's PovI should have said no. I should have left him standing in the hallway, but I let him in. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in the same air. The air shifted around him, heavy with authority. Dominic put his hands in his pocket, entering the empty living room. Then his gaze darted towards me, piercing through me like he could see through my soul. Why are you here? My voice cut through the silence in the room, rough and raw. I see you are barely trying to hold up, he sneered. His words were like a punch to my guts, but I refused to let the hurt in my eyes show. If you came here to mock me, then please save it! I clenched my jaws. You know, he said, his voice low. Most people don’t bother reading the fine print until it’s already strangling them.The sting of his words made my throat tighten. You can't come into my house and mock me, Dominic!He smirked, like he was enjoying every bit of this. Mock you? No.Then why are you here? Clearly, just not to taunt

Aliyah’s POVI sat quietly on the bed after I was thrown in like a prisoner in my own room. I recalled how Ronald had torn the papers before me. It could have been my one chance to freedom, ripped apart like it meant nothing.The room was very quiet, but it was suddenly disrupted by the sound that came due to the slamming of the door downstairs.Dominic had been taken out of the house as commanded, so who was hitting the door loudly downstairs?I exhaled deeply. Seems I was hallucinating, as I had already lost count as to how many times I had been “taught a lesson.” I had learned to endure in order to make this marriage work, to make him love me, but it wasn't working, and I am fed up. So this time around, I wasn't angry, no pacing around, no tears, no breaking of glasses, I sat down calm.I had learned to do so as this was Ronald's favorite kind. It was the kind that didn’t need bruises to hurt, didn’t need shouting to make me flinch. It sank deeper, made me question myself, made me