Evelyn’s POV I saw him with my side eyes as he peeped into my phone. Scoff!I got it, he was trying to know if I already had a police officer's phone number and if I was planning to report him.“Alas, baby boy!” I thought to myself as I smirked. “Today is not that day I shall let your rat off to the cat.” I thought again. Just then, when I saw that his eyes were not on my phone screen again. I went into my archived messages and started texting. “Hey Roy” I texted, “Hey Emma” he replied. Roy was someone I met just a few weeks ago in one of the parties I was invited to and since then, we have been getting close. “What are you doing tonight?” I texted. “Nothing, just gonna N*****x and chill I guess?” he replied. Then I smiled into my screen as if he could see my face right through his phone. “Can I come?” I replied. And as though he expected this message, “sure. I mean, if you want to?” he sent with a smiling and love emoji at the same time. And that was it, that was all I need
Gabriel’s POVWhen she got out of bed and went to the bathroom, I caught a faint smirk on her face. It was subtle but unmistakable. She was up to something—something involving me. I clenched my jaw as the bathroom door clicked shut. That look wasn’t innocent. It was calculated, a silent taunt. And I could not help but wonder what her game was.She spent an eternity in there, the sound of water running grating on my nerves. When she finally emerged, she wore that pink gown—the one that clung to her curves and made me think of the times we’d fucked in the office. Back then, she was irresistible. Now, she was just a haunting shadow of my mistake.Her voice cut through my thoughts. “Enjoying the view, Gabriel?”I snapped out of it and folded my arms. “Are you going out?”She paused by the dresser, giving me a sideways glance. “Well, doesn’t it look like it?”Her smirk returned, daring me to respond. But I didn’t. Instead, I watched her grab her purse and head toward the door.When the do
Rebecca’s POV“Yes, baby, I f**king love how you ride me.” These were the shocking words I heard as I stood at the door.Today was Gabriel’s birthday, and I had purchased a gift for him to surprise him at his office. He wasn’t expecting me, but I went anyway. After all, I was his wife. I shouldn’t be restricted from visiting my own husband, right?Standing at his office door, a wave of unease washed over me. Was I at the wrong door? “You’re the best, babe. I f**king love this,” I heard again, this time mixed with moans. My heart plummeted.There was no mistaking Gabriel's voice. Even in the dead of night or blindfolded, I could pick it out from a thousand others. I knew that voice.That’s why I barged in.My stomach churned as I threw the door open, praying I was wrong, hoping this was some horrible misunderstanding. But it wasn’t.There he was—Gabriel, my husband of five years. His pants were around his ankles, a woman straddling him with her skirt pushed up, revealing her bare backs
Rebecca’s POVThe world around me felt blurred and distant as my eyes fluttered open. The sterile smell of medicine and disinfectant hit my senses immediately, and I realized I was in a hospital room. The ceiling lights above me were too bright, almost painful.For a moment, everything was disorienting. The last thing I remembered was the sound of screeching tires... Gabriel's face, cold behind the wheel... and the impact that sent everything into darkness. My chest tightened as I tried to piece together the fragments of memory. The crash—it wasn’t just an accident. Gabriel... He did this.I blinked, and when my vision cleared, I saw Natasha sitting beside me. She had been my best friend since childhood, so I wasn’t surprised to find her here. Still, her face was strained, her eyes red from what looked like hours of crying.“Hey,” she greeted softly the moment she noticed I was awake. Her voice trembled with relief, but when I tried to respond, the dryness in my throat made it impossi
Rebecca’s POVBy our tradition, the dead must not stay long before burial. I remember how my mother buried my father quickly after his death in 2009. And now, just two days after her passing, we laid my mother to rest as well.Natasha and I left India and returned to Mandena, the country we call home.After the funeral, we went back to the family mansion. It was only Natasha and me now—she was all I had left. As we settled into the sitting room, one of the housekeepers turned on the TV. And there he was: Gabriel. His face filled the screen, celebrating his one-month wedding anniversary.Next to him was the same woman I had seen in his office, sitting on his lap like a queen. She was smiling, completely unaware of the destruction they’d caused in my life. They looked picture-perfect, soaking in the attention of flashing cameras.But I wasn’t heartbroken anymore. That part of me died with my mother. All I felt now was hatred—a deep, burning hatred for the man who had tried to kill me an
Gabriel’s POV“Babe, what about the bags and money you promised me?”Every morning, without fail. Her voice was like an alarm I couldn’t turn off, and I was starting to feel like I was trapped in a nightmare. Emmanuella was obsessed with material things, and I could barely stomach it anymore. How did I not see this before I married her? Worse, how could I have left my loyal wife, Rebecca, for someone like her?It’s only been a month since the wedding, and I already knew I had traded a diamond for a stone. Sure, Emmanuella was beautiful—no one could deny that—but beauty fades. The reality? It’s hitting me harder than I expected. I was a fool. A complete fool.During one of my interviews after the divorce, someone asked me why I left Rebecca. Back then, I said she wasn’t as flashy as Emmanuella, that I needed someone who could boost my company’s image. What a shallow thing to say. If I had just asked Rebecca to dress differently, to be more in line with what I thought I wanted, she woul
Rebecca’s POVJust as Natasha turned the laptop screen toward me, I stared at Gabriel’s bank information. Everything inside me screamed to make him learn this lesson—instantly.“Find an orphanage, empty the bank account, and let’s move on to the next one,” I said to Natasha, my voice calm but laced with resolve. She nodded without hesitation, her fingers poised over the keyboard.Emptying Gabriel’s bank account was, of course, one of the easiest things for Natasha to do. With just a hit of a button, his account would be wiped clean, and the transfer history would vanish as if it never existed.He’d go crazy—furious—at the realization that, suddenly, his millions were gone.I smirked at the thought, my pulse quickening with satisfaction. Finally, I gave the second order to Natasha. “Do it now.”However, Natasha hesitated. “Uh... Rebecca, I think Gabriel is calling me, but the call isn’t connecting. I blocked him, remember?”She held up her phone, showing me the screen. There it was, a
Gabriel’s POVI was already dressed for this meetup, but the anticipation gnawed at me. Ever since I received Natasha's text with the location, I couldn’t rest my mind.Indeed, I wronged Rebecca, but I had learned my lesson: not all that glitters is gold, and not all stones are worthless. Emmanuella was the gem I thought worth pursuing, but she turned out to be an empty barrel, unable to give anything of value. The only thing she knew how to do best was to demand for money and to sleep with me like a prostitute.If I could turn back the hands of time, I wouldn’t have betrayed Rebecca like that. It’s not too late to win her back, right?I wore a suit perfectly fitted for this day. My tie was one of the colors I knew Rebecca loved most—a perfect shade of blue. My Italian shoes were sharp and black, gleaming like coal.Checking myself out in the mirror, I knew I looked handsome. So handsome that I was confident if Rebecca set her eyes on me, she’d easily fall back for me. This was my chan
Gabriel’s POVWhen she got out of bed and went to the bathroom, I caught a faint smirk on her face. It was subtle but unmistakable. She was up to something—something involving me. I clenched my jaw as the bathroom door clicked shut. That look wasn’t innocent. It was calculated, a silent taunt. And I could not help but wonder what her game was.She spent an eternity in there, the sound of water running grating on my nerves. When she finally emerged, she wore that pink gown—the one that clung to her curves and made me think of the times we’d fucked in the office. Back then, she was irresistible. Now, she was just a haunting shadow of my mistake.Her voice cut through my thoughts. “Enjoying the view, Gabriel?”I snapped out of it and folded my arms. “Are you going out?”She paused by the dresser, giving me a sideways glance. “Well, doesn’t it look like it?”Her smirk returned, daring me to respond. But I didn’t. Instead, I watched her grab her purse and head toward the door.When the do
Evelyn’s POV I saw him with my side eyes as he peeped into my phone. Scoff!I got it, he was trying to know if I already had a police officer's phone number and if I was planning to report him.“Alas, baby boy!” I thought to myself as I smirked. “Today is not that day I shall let your rat off to the cat.” I thought again. Just then, when I saw that his eyes were not on my phone screen again. I went into my archived messages and started texting. “Hey Roy” I texted, “Hey Emma” he replied. Roy was someone I met just a few weeks ago in one of the parties I was invited to and since then, we have been getting close. “What are you doing tonight?” I texted. “Nothing, just gonna N*****x and chill I guess?” he replied. Then I smiled into my screen as if he could see my face right through his phone. “Can I come?” I replied. And as though he expected this message, “sure. I mean, if you want to?” he sent with a smiling and love emoji at the same time. And that was it, that was all I need
Gabriel’s POV“What the hell?” I exclaimed, my voice trembling as I stared at the screen.“Is this a sign?” My chest tightened, my heart pounding.“Am I being punished by the universe? Why? Why is my life crumbling, unravelling, and spiralling into chaos—all in a single moment?”"Maybe... maybe I need to confess to a priest.” The thought clawed its way into my mind—a desperate plea for redemption. “Maybe his faith might persuade God to forgive me?” I whispered, clinging to the idea as if it were my last lifeline.No one knew this, but I worked so hard—too hard—to make sure Diana’s Fashion Store went bankrupt over the past two decades. It was me. I was the one who planted false rumours, tarnishing their name in the media under an anonymous guise. That’s why customers abandoned her and came to me instead.It worked flawlessly. For years, I thrived. And now, after all this time, she managed to reopen her store and compete with me when I was going through a bad phase in my business and ge
Rebecca’s POV The first light of morning felt so refreshing when you knew that you had done something to put the one who used to put your heart at peril for something he might never recover from. But there was still a possibility that he’d recovered and I was about to make it more certain that he never did. I was about to make his life worse than it already was. I’d taken my elegant bath, and my makeup artists had perfectly styled me to look like the noble lady I was. Now, Natasha was with me, and we were about to do something new. “What do you think about this?” Natasha showed me her screen and I pondered staring at a building for a while. This was a fashion store adjacent to Moretti shoes on one of the popular landmarks in our city. The fashion store was said to have filed for bankruptcy because Moretti Shoes sent it out of business over a decade ago. Ever since then, their sales plummeted largely to the extent that they did not have any more sales, not even one unit sale in th
Rebecca’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the Disco Nightlife, I didn’t leave immediately. Instead, I stayed back, hidden in the shadows, eager to see Gabriel’s expression when he realized there was no way to turn things around. The person he’d planned to make his brand ambassador was now mine, and there was no way for him to buy his loyalty.I smirked. About twenty minutes later, Gabriel emerged from the nightlife. His shoulders slumped, his face a mask of defeat. He looked lost, drowning in his thoughts.I watched him walk to his car, his movements heavy with frustration. First, he kicked his tires and screamed, his voice echoing in the quiet night. Then, as if in a fit of rage, he slammed his fists against the car’s bonnet, like it was his opponent in a boxing ring.“F**k!” he yelled, the raw frustration of a man unraveling before my eyes.Money can make or break a man. When he has it and spends it freely, he feels powerful, feeding his ego. But when the money stops flowing and all
Gabriel’s POV Stepping outside the club, I decided to confirm with Emmanuella just to be sure she wasn’t the one who made me lose my partnership with Lorenzo. “Hello,” I said on the phone as soon as the call connected. “What?” she blurted back. “Did you have anything to do with me losing my contract with Lorenzo Fabrizio?” I asked straight to the point. “Listen dear, though you are a f**ker who attempted to leave me in this marriage. I hate you for that but I won’t sabotage the contract you ought to secure so that you can take care of me to the level I want. Now get off my phone.” Emmanuella said that she hung up the call on me at once because of this. Hearing from her, though she sounded harsh and all of that, I know for sure that she couldn’t be the one. It felt odd to even think she was the one, knowing fully well that all she cared about his getting her lifestyle sponsored. Definitely, she wanted me to secure the contract and the only person smiling on the TV was Rebecca. “
Gabriel’s POVAt 6:45 p.m., I adjusted my tie in the mirror one last time. My suit was immaculate, tailored to perfection, and ideal for the evening. Tonight’s meeting with Chris would be a turning point for my company. I couldn’t afford to be late, nor could I afford to lose this deal.The drive to Disco Nightlife from my home was only thirteen minutes, which meant I’d arrive two minutes early. Timing was everything in business. Arrive too early, and you look desperate. Arrive late, and you seem unprofessional. Either way, you’d lose respect and, often, the deal itself.To avoid being seen as overeager, I spent the two extra minutes outside, pretending to admire the establishment. Neon lights glowed faintly in the dusk, and the rhythmic pulse of music seeped through the walls. Couples and groups of friends walked past, laughing as they entered the venue. Despite the lively energy around me, the weight of my company’s struggles pressed heavily on my shoulders. This wasn’t just a meetin
Rebecca’s POV Natasha had been glued to her laptop all night. Even now, the early morning sun was peeking through the blinds, casting streaks of light across the room, but her focus hadn’t wavered. Meanwhile, I was just climbing out of bed, the lingering haze of a perfect night still wrapping around me. Last night was a resounding success. The press conference had gone flawlessly, the stage was impeccable, and the partnership with Lorenzo was splashed across every major news outlet. It was all designed for one purpose: to rattle Gabriel. I could almost picture him now—sitting alone in that cold, hollow house, watching the news that painted me as unstoppable. I couldn’t help but scoff at the thought. He deserved every ounce of despair coming his way. Dragging myself to the power room, I was greeted by Natasha’s sharp voice. “You need to see this,” she said, handing me a hot cup of coffee. Curiosity piqued, I settled into the chair across from her, adjusting my silk robe as
Emmanuella’s POVOne thing was clear: a cheating husband who got caught deserved no happiness—not even in his own home. And as much as I intended to keep Gabriel in this marriage, no matter what, he didn’t deserve to enjoy it.When he returned from the business trip where he had gone to close a deal, his expression said it all. He had lost.I already knew. Before his arrival, I’d seen the news about Rebecca’s company partnering with a certain Lorenzo Fabrizio. I didn’t know who Lorenzo was, but I’d bet my life it had something to do with Gabriel.He stumbled through the door, dropping his briefcase carelessly near the entrance. His tie was loosened, his shirt wrinkled, and his steps heavy. He extended a luxurious package toward me—a gift—the one I had asked him to buy for me.“Here,” he muttered, his voice flat.I took the box, my lips curling into a small smile as I opened it. Inside was a delicate designer bag studded with diamonds. I examined it closely, twisting it under the light.