Lahat ng Kabanata ng Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

~AN HOUR BEFORE RONAN ARRIVED~*Avina*One month. That was how long I had clenched my teeth, stuffed down my urge to kill off Xavier and Daphne and just went on pretending like there was nothing going on. But God… it was hard. Every smile I wasted on them, every hug that I endured while my skin crawled. Everything. Turns out pretending to like someone was so tedious and exhausting which only makes me wonder how Xavier managed to play it off in my past life. Was he that good of an actor or had I been too blind? My brows pinched into a slight frown, my insides writhing. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a heavy stabilizing breath. Get it together, Avina. You can't be a hot mess while trying to take revenge. Things like this takes a lot of planning which was why I couldn't let emotions get the best of me. With my thoughts finally under control, I opened my eyes and forced a smile onto my face.I have come this far. It's only fair I see things to the end. Fixing my posture and s

*Avina* Holding my breath, I slowly let my eyes travel down his six-foot-two frame. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored Italian suit, one I instantly recognized as a high-end designer brand that catered only to a select few. The fabric clung to a body that was hard, sculpted, and painfully tempting, every line of muscle hinted beneath the fine cloth.His face was just as striking. A sharp, chiseled jaw. High cheekbones. A slightly crooked nose. And a well groomed beard that emphasized his lips. Every feature looked carefully carved, clean and masculine. Jet-black hair streaked with silver at the temples was brushed smoothly back, giving him a controlled, polished air that only made him more intimidating — and impossible to ignore.I shivered despite myself, a slow delicious heat curling through my veins at the memory of that powerfully built body pressing down on me as he had his way with my body that night. “Uncle,” Xavier said, jerking me out of my sensual daydream. “You came..

* Avina *“Are you sure about this?”I dragged my gaze away from where I was staring down at Xavier's PR team scrambling in and out of the house, and fixed it on Maria who stood beside me. “Sure about what?” She held my gaze for a moment and then looked away, sighing. “I don't know but Xavier doesn't seem like the type of person who would agree to a divorce just because he was exposed as cheater who often slept with his sister-in-law,” she blew out in one breath, her brows pinched tightly together. I said nothing in response and she grimaced painfully. “I mean—” she quickly rushed to explain but I held up a hand, silencing her. “I understand where your concerns are coming from and trust me when I say I've got them all covered,” I calmly told her. Her tight expression went lax with relief. “Oh, thank God!”I chuckled softly and crossed my arms over my chest. “I still have one last Trump card that I might have to pull in the end in order to push through.“Maria's brows furrowed.

*Avina*The word “divorce” left my lips and seemed to hang in the air like a bad joke.For a heartbeat, the room was silent. Then my father, let out a booming, chesty chuckle. Elowen leaned back against the sofa, her hand over her mouth as she giggled. Even Daphne, who had been wailing like a broken accordion seconds ago, let out a sharp, mocking snort.“Divorce?” Xavier repeated, his voice smooth and patronizing. He didn't look angry. He looked amused, the way a parent looks at a toddler threatening to run away from home. “Avina, sweetheart, I know you’re upset. I know the shock of... everything... has put you in a state. But let’s not say things we can’t take back.”“I’m not in a 'state,' Xavier,” I said, my voice as flat as a dead man’s pulse. “I’m in a clarity I haven't felt in years. I want a divorce. I’ll have the papers drawn up by morning.”The laughter died down, replaced by a heavy, uncomfortable stillness. They looked at me, really looked at me, and saw that I wasn't cryin

*Avina* Chloe was my “best friend.” Or at least, that’s what I’d believed ever since we met in highschool. She had been there for every panic attack, every ‘vitamin’ dosage, and every tearful night. She was the one who always told me that Xavier was ‘just doing his best’ and that I should try to be ‘more understanding.’But now, with my mind clear of the drugs, swaddled the very truth of how she came to be, the memory of her felt different. Too convenient. Too perfectly timed.She had first made her appearance in my life shortly after the news of my online bullying broke out. She had defended and comforted me so much that it only made sense for me to trust her with everything. I had taken her along with me everywhere, I paid for literally everything she bought. But looking back now, it was quite obvious that I only wanted to belong. I had wanted to show everyone that yes, I still can have friends that cherish me and put me first. And how badly that had turned out for me. “Send her