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 backside. Her breasts spilled out of her shirt as she clung to him, utterly absorbed in their act.
I froze, rooted to the spot as my heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Gabriel—my Gabriel—had his hands on her hips, guiding her like I didn’t exist. Like we didn’t exist.
My breath hitched, the betrayal flooding through me in waves. For five years, I’d thought Gabriel was a loyal man. For five years, I’d been his wife, and this was the reward—watching him with another woman on his birthday.
How long has this been going on? I wondered, as the world spun around me. The weight of disbelief pressed down on my chest.
The woman… she was in a blue suit, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. I recognized her. The face from the portrait in Gabriel’s home office. She was the secretary, the one he always talked about. The one he told me they were going on a business trip together this time last year.
When I barged in, the woman froze, shock written across her face as she hurriedly adjusted herself. She slid off him, pulling her skirt down. I thought that would be the end of it. But then Gabriel yanked her back to the table, pushing himself inside her again. Right in front of me.
My breath caught. I couldn’t believe it.
“Don’t mind her,” Gabriel muttered to the woman, his eyes cold and focused on her. “I’m done with her anyway.” And just like that, he ignored me.
The room filled with their moans again, louder than before, as if I weren’t even there. My heart shattered, breaking into pieces I didn’t know existed. If someone had told me Gabriel would ever betray me like this, I would’ve called it a lie. This can’t be real.
But there it was. He had no remorse. No guilt. He didn’t care that I had caught him. I was nothing to him now.
I closed the door gently behind me, my legs heavy as I walked out, numb from head to toe. It was over—whatever we had, whatever I thought we were.
When I got home, I waited, foolishly clinging to the faint hope that Gabriel would return, that he’d realize what he had done and apologize. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he’d tell me it was just a moment of weakness, that it didn’t mean anything.
Two hours later, the front door clicked open. Gabriel stepped in, his face hard, his eyes cold. The man I had loved for years was gone. He said nothing, his silence more painful than words could ever be. Instead, he tossed an envelope onto the table, his jaw clenched.
“I don’t need you in my life anymore,” he said flatly, not even looking at me. “Pack your things and get out. I don’t want to see you when I get back.”
He turned and left, his footsteps fading into the distance.
My hands shook as I opened the envelope. Inside were the divorce papers.
The word swam in front of my eyes as tears blurred my vision. My mind couldn’t process it. I had been discarded like a broken toy, like I was nothing. Everything that had once made sense was now meaningless.
I didn’t know what to do. My world had just collapsed around me, and the one person I could turn to was the one I had turned my back on years ago—my mother. The same mother I had stopped speaking to because of Gabriel.
With trembling hands, I dialed her number.
“It finally happened, huh?” my mother’s voice was calm on the other end, as if she had expected this.
Six years ago, when I had introduced Gabriel to her, she had warned me. She had told me not to marry him. She’d seen something in him I hadn’t. She knew. She said he was using me to boost his company’s credibility, that he wasn’t the man he pretended to be. But I didn’t listen.
I eloped with him, believing love would conquer everything. Believing Gabriel was everything I needed.
I was wrong.
“Yes, Mom. You were right,” I whispered, the truth bitter in my throat.
“And I guess he didn’t know who you really are, did he?” My mother’s voice was steady, confident. “If he did, he wouldn’t have dared to leave.”
Six years ago, when I ran away with Gabriel, my mother had sent me an email, warning me not to reveal my true identity to him. At the time, I didn’t believe it mattered, but somehow, I kept that part of me hidden.
Gabriel had no idea who I really was. He had no idea that my mother was the president of the largest conglomerate in Mandena City, or that I was the heir to it all.
“No, Mom. I didn’t tell him,” I said quietly.
“Good,” she replied. “Come home, Rebecca. Come home and take your place as the heir you were meant to be. I’ll make sure Gabriel pays for what he’s done to you.”
I didn’t hesitate. I packed my bags and left Gabriel’s house, stepping into the car. But even as I drove away, my heart ached. It felt like my world had crumbled, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
I started the car and reversed out of the driveway, heading toward the road. But as I drove, I suddenly saw Gabriel’s car speeding toward me. His face was twisted in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel.
In the blink of an eye, his car crashed into mine, sending me hurtling into a streetlight pole. The impact was brutal. My head slammed into the steering wheel, and I felt blood trickling down my face. My vision blurred as the world around me began to fade. My hands went numb.
At that moment, everything went black.
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
Rebecca’s POVAs I walked into the restaurant, I saw the way he looked at me, like he had seen his queen approaching. His eyes lit up, and I could feel his gaze linger, drinking in every detail as though I were something precious he’d lost and just found again. I could tell he loved what he saw. But if he thought I liked what I saw, he deceived himself.The man sitting across from me was nothing more than a shell of who I once knew. A man who killed my mother would never look good in my eyes, no matter how sharp his suit or how well he cleaned up.After taking my seat, I ordered wine, ignoring his lingering gaze. “You look beautiful, Rebecca,” he exclaimed, his voice hopeful, almost eager. He waited for a reaction, for any sign of warmth from me. But did I care? No. His words slid right off me like water off a stone. I remained cold, unfazed.“Have your seat, Mr. Moretti,” I said, gesturing for him to sit. His face betrayed a moment of shock. He expected me to melt at his compliment,
Emmanuella’s POVThere 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 th
Rebecca’s POV“Rebecca, his wife is outside. She is staring at you now,” Natasha said through the earbud in my ear, prompting me to smile again. Though the smile appeared cute and harmless to Gabriel, it was, in fact, a smirk. It was the perfect moment to inflict pain on the woman who had taken my place, and I wanted her to feel three times the anguish I experienced when Gabriel betrayed me.Just then, I heard Natasha again. “One of his connections is just leaving a short distance away. We’ll talk more about that when you get here.” I waited to respond, ensuring Gabriel wouldn’t suspect anything. I coughed once to signal that I had heard her.Gabriel rushed to grab a bottle of water, believing my cough was genuine and that I needed it to calm myself. How foolish of him! But it was anyway an unplanned move to make his little wife even more jealous. I accepted the glass of water from him, smiling sweetly.As I took the glass, I brushed my fingers lightly against his, ensuring it was at a