All Chapters of Divorce on my Birthday, Revenge on His.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Quickly blow-drying her curls, Bianca couldn’t stop giggling. Today was her twenty-sixth birthday and the day her husband was finally coming home.They hadn’t seen each other for six long months. Six months that felt like forever. After three years of marriage, they had been glued together, inseparable, until earlier this year when Charles landed major deals for their company and had to relocate to Spain for half a year.There had been one brief exception, a rushed two-hour meeting a month ago. Bianca had been on a joint flight to Italy and crossed paths with Charles in Spain. They had a quick ten minutes alone. Ten minutes that delivered what hours of different positions couldn't.Daily calls and video chats helped, but they were never enough. She missed him. Missed them.She tossed the third outfit aside after trying it on, frustration creeping in. Then she reached for a blue dress with soft, shimmering tiny white sparkles woven into the fabric. Slipping it on, Bianca turned slowly

After moving around to check the decor one last time, Bianca rushed back inside, searching for her husband…She went straight to the place he usually retreated to, his home office…The door was locked.She knocked once then again but there was no answer…After a moment, Bianca stepped back. He was probably resting. Or on a call. She decided not to push it.Instead, she headed to the bedroom.She went straight to the dresser to touch up her makeup. Her curls had started to lose their shape, the top of her hair puffed and frizzed slightly, pushed back by sweat from earlier, from all the running around… and from the shock of what Charles had said earlier.She smoothed it down carefully, forcing herself to breathe.By the time she was done, it was already time.Guests were arriving.Bianca slipped fully into her birthday-girl role as the elevator carried her downstairs. When the doors opened, she glanced around instinctively, looking for Charles.He wasn’t there.She didn’t think much of it.

From being perfectly over the moon, preparing for her birthday, to receiving the most pitiless birthday gift…Bianca’s body trembled as she sat completely helpless in the cell…She had been there since yesterday.Cold in silence and alone.She was still in denial. How could the man who once loved her so deeply suddenly not care whether she lived or suffered? How could he look at her pain and turn away?She was too weak to even call out to the officer in charge. Too weak to scream that she was innocent. Her throat burned, her body ached, and her heart felt empty.The cell door creaked open.A police officer stepped in….“Madam, you’ve been granted bail.”Her head snapped up as relief flooded her chest. Tears welled in her eyes and she wiped her face with trembling hands. Charles… He had finally come to his senses. He must have realized the truth.She stood up quickly, ignoring the pain tearing through her body, ready to leave.“Just one thing,” the officer added calmly. “You need to sign

Charles froze midway through pulling on his shirt.“This… this is a mistake,” he said hoarsely. “I’m so....so sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.” Fear edged his voice as the words spilt out.Rosina straightened, her bare feet planted firmly on the floor. “What’s done is done,” she said calmly.Charles stared at her with empty eyes, “Please… don’t get close to me again,” he muttered, turning to leave.Rosina grabbed his arm.She broke down instantly, tears flooding her eyes as she clung to him....“What did you expect?” she cried. “What we had last night was reconciliation. You love me, Charles. You wanted me...you wanted me to be yours.”Charles gently pulled away, pressing his hands to his head, trying desperately to remember anything.But there was nothing. Nothing about how they both ended up on the same bed...“I don’t remember anything,” he said quietly.All he could recall was the hotel lounge bar. He had been there for business. He’d had a couple of glasses and a little whiske

Before Bianca could fully process what was happening, the man was suddenly too close....far too close.His hand moved where it shouldn’t have while his lips were brushing her cheeks. Bianca shifted, trying to pull away, but he only tightened his hold. “Don’t be scared, baby,” he murmured. “I won’t be hard on you.”Bianca struggled with him., “Please,” she said firmly, forcing the words out despite her fear. “This isn’t why I’m here.”The man chuckled softly, whether out of shame or embarrassment. He stepped back for a second, then looked at her with something cold in his eyes. “And what do you think you came here for?” he asked. “To just walk for me?”“If you’ll excuse me,” Bianca said, already sickened by his presence.She tried to step past him but he moved deliberately, blocking her path.A slow smile curled on his lips “I like stubborn women. They make things more… interesting.” he said moving closer.. Suddenly, he shoved Bianca back onto the sofa chair. She gasped softly, her bac