Chapter Eight She was Right 

Emmanuella’s POV

There was always this saying, “A man whom you can steal can also be stolen from you.”

I kept that saying in the back of my mind, knowing someday I’d have to tighten my heels and fight to keep my husband from being stolen the same way I stole him from his ex-wife.

Gabriel was someone I loved since the very first day I set my eyes on him. The way he spoke, the way he dressed, how cute he looked—everything about him, down to his handsome pockets, made me fall for him. But there was one problem—he was married.

How could I stand by and watch the only man I’d ever loved be with another woman?

I've heard stories of some women who stole another woman's husband and they lived happily ever after. And I knew If I did this as well, definitely mine was not going to be any different.  

That’s why I decided to take what was mine by force. I applied for a job at his company as a secretary, and thankfully, I got hired.

Once I started working there, I began wearing revealing clothes that showed off my assets—my curves, my cleavage, all of it. We all know men are controlled by what they see, right?

I didn’t have to do much. I waited for his birthday and made sure I slept with him at work. Before that, we’d already been meeting secretly in hotels. It was almost like I knew his wife would show up that day. But I didn’t care. 

After everything I did, did he think I’d let some woman snatch him away from me? Never—not over my dead body.

That morning, we woke up, and though I could sense he wasn’t happy with himself, or that he was not happy with work, even so, I still asked him about what he promised me.

“Babe, what about the bags and money you promised me?” I asked, sitting up in bed. He didn’t even look at me, like he was tired of hearing the same question over and over again.

But, hello? He was my husband, wasn’t he? Was I not supposed to be treated like a princess when I knew he could afford it? He knew so well that I was a beautiful woman and for this, he must be ready to buy those materials to help me look good for him always and forever. 

“You have to give it to me today, Gabriel. I already bragged to my friends that I was going to rock it at the party tonight,” I said again. But he was lost in thought, staring at the wall.

I was sure of it when he sighed unconsciously. But of course, I didn’t let it bother me. He was a businessman, and businessmen always have something on their minds, be it on themselves or on their business, right?

I decided to let him be and went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea. When I came back, he was fully dressed.

“Ready for another conference?” I asked, falling onto the bed and eyeing him from head to toe.

He looked so handsome in his suit, and I knew he was headed for some important meeting. However, despite my question, he ignored me again.

It didn’t matter, though. “I’ll need you to buy me some Gucci and Valentino when you get back,” I said, but he still didn’t respond. That’s when I started getting concerned.

Thinking back, I realized he hadn’t responded to a single word I’d said since we woke up. Something was wrong, and it wasn’t just about work. It was about me.

“Is he going to meet another woman?” I couldn’t shake off that uneasy feeling. It was written all over him now.

I’d read in so many books that when a man is ready to cheat, he starts acting differently. And if you paid attention, you’d notice.

So, I got dressed, and, as soon as he drove off, I followed him. I watched him arrive at a five-star restaurant, a place known for its exclusivity. They say if you want to meet rich people, try to get into this restaurant. Even if you aren’t rich, take a loan just to eat there—you might end up making a connection.

But tonight, the restaurant was empty. There were no customers, but the employees were busy. It looked like someone important had booked the entire place.

“Did Gabriel book the whole restaurant just to eat alone?” I muttered, getting out of my car and heading toward the entrance.

I could see through the restaurant’s glass door, but only to a certain extent. The walls were those kinds of glass that only reflect your own face when you look at them. You couldn’t see anything inside.

I  wanted to approach the glass door, hoping to catch a glimpse of what Gabriel was doing, when I saw a limo pull up in front of the restaurant. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Rebecca?” My heart raced when I saw her, looking different and receiving so much respect from everyone around her.

“Wasn’t she poor? Wasn’t she a leech on Gabriel during their marriage? How did this happen?” I wondered.

I decided to wait until she went inside before I approached the door. Once she was in, I walked up and peeped through the entrance. Though I couldn’t see everything inside, I caught a glimpse of my own husband with Rebecca. And I couldn’t believe it—Gabriel was on his knee.

“Is he begging her?” I whispered, when suddenly, a security guard appeared behind me.

“You can’t be here, ma’am,” he said, but I couldn’t let him stop me from seeing what was happening.

I quickly slipped a handful of cash into his hand. Who doesn’t like money, right? “I’ll be done in a minute, I promise,” I said hurriedly.

Then I saw it. Rebecca kissed my husband on the head, and he smiled like a fool. “How could he do this to me?” My heart sank instantly.