BRENT'S POV
I sat at the bar in the living room, drinking shot after shot, still unable to process what had happened the past few hours. My mind was a whirlwind, tangled up in thoughts I couldn’t seem to unravel. But one thought remained dominant. Priscilla. The woman I’d given everything to. The woman that betrayed me. I tossed back the drink, feeling the burn in my throat, but it did little to numb the ache in my chest. How could she? How could she do this to me after everything we’d been through, after everything I’d sacrificed for her? I’d given up so much, bent over backward to make our marriage work, only to be blindsided by her infidelity. It didn’t make sense, none of it did. But the images of her with another man, the damning evidence that I had seen—they all painted a picture I couldn’t ignore. But why, Priscilla? Why would you do this? Had there been a point that I neglected her and her needs? No, I doubted it. I had always paid adequate attention to her, even in the early days of our marriage when feelings hadn't been involved, I had made sure to give her everything she wanted. Then why had she betrayed me? Why had she cheated on me with not just any man, but someone who had cruelly broken her heart before? The door creaked open, and I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Pamela’s perfume wafted into the room before she did, sweet and cloying. I felt her presence beside me, but I didn’t look at her. I wasn't in the mood for company. “Brent,” she purred, sliding onto the stool next to me, “you need to forget about her. She’s not worth this. Not worth you.” “Pamela, don’t,” I warned, my voice low, a thread of anger seeping through. She flinched, clearly not expecting my reaction. “What’s the matter with you?” she demanded, her tone shifting, a hint of irritation creeping in. “Why are you so hung up on her? She’s probably with someone else right now, laughing at how easily she fooled you.” Her words sliced through me like a knife, but I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing how deep they cut. Instead, I clenched my jaw and stared at the glass in front of me, wishing I could drown out her voice along with the pain. But her words echoed in my mind, pulling me back into the torment I’d been trying so hard to escape. Priscilla’s face flashed before me—those eyes that always held so much warmth, that smile that could light up the darkest room. I remembered how she’d looked at me that day, the day I’d confronted her. There was something in her eyes, something I hadn’t been able to place at the time. Pain, maybe. Desperation. But I’d been too angry to care, too furious to listen. She had tried to explain, but I didn’t let her. I wouldn’t let her. I’d been so sure, so damn sure that she had betrayed me. Every word she said, every tear that fell—it all seemed like a ploy, a desperate attempt to cover her tracks. So, I shut her out. I shut down any possibility that there was another side to the story. And I told her to leave, to get out of my life. Now, sitting here with nothing but regret to keep me company, I wondered if I’d been wrong. Had I missed something? Had there been a truth I hadn’t wanted to see? Pamela’s hand on my arm jolted me back to the present. “Brent, she’s gone. You need to move on,” she whispered, leaning closer. I jerked my arm away, standing up so fast that the stool nearly toppled over. “Move on?” I snapped, my voice a harsh growl. “It's not that easy, Pamela. It's not easy to move on from the woman you love, heart, body, and soul.” Or why did she cheat on you? “Yeah, but you can't keep on crying for her. She made her decisions and moved on. You should too.” Then she leaned forward, baring her naked breasts to me through the flimsy unbuttoned top she wore. She slowly ran her finger down through my opened shirt and down my chest. “Why don't I,” she began, lips slowly circling my ear, “help you forget?” I jerked back suddenly and she stumbled backward violently. Surprise and shock marrying her face. “I don't want to hurt you, Pamela,” I warned, not in the mood for her games. “Leave!” As soon as she was gone, the anger drained out of me, leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake. I sank back onto the stool, running a hand through my hair, my mind spinning. Priscilla. God, what had I done? I couldn’t stop the memories from flooding in—our wedding day, the way she’d looked at me as if I were her entire world; the nights we’d stayed up talking about our future; the way she’d always known how to calm me down when life got too overwhelming. I had thrown all of that away. For what? For something I wasn't now sure of? I still didn't know how those pictures came to be, or who sent it and why, but I had shut her down, letting my ego get the better of me. The thought of her with someone else, the possibility that she was out there with another man—it was unbearable. But even more unbearable was the realization that I might have lost her for good. And it was my fault. I couldn’t let that be the end of our story. I wouldn’t. Grabbing my phone, I called for my butler. “James,” I said when he answered, my voice steady with resolve I hadn’t felt in weeks. “I need you to find her. Find Priscilla. And bring her back.” Because if there was any chance—any chance at all—that I could fix this, I had to take it. I couldn’t lose her. Not like this. Not when I was starting to see just how much she meant to me.PRISCILLA'S POVI sighed as I read the email sent by my assistant to me. It was about our investors rescheduling our meeting and also changing the location.And not just changing it, but changing it to New York, the one place I had always tried to avoid and had managed to do so far. But it seems my luck had now run out.Ugh. Why New York of all places?That city held nothing but bad memories for me — and going back would no doubt trigger them back.I had lost everything I had in New York, my marriage, my business — everything and had ended up being a single mother.I stared at my laptop screen, blinking a few times to make sure I wasn’t misreading the email. It was still the same:"Priscilla, just a quick update—there’s been a location change for the investor meeting. We’ll now be convening in New York next week. I’ve taken the liberty to adjust the itinerary accordingly. Let me know if you need anything else. – Alyssa"New York, New York — the name was like a sore taste at the back o
PRISCILLA’S POVMoans filled the air as I made my way into the bedroom that I shared with my husband.What was going on? Still not believing my ears, I pushed open the door and what I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. For a minute, I couldn't breathe. My husband was laying on the bed while his ex, Pamela — the one he assured me was no threat to me— rode him. She bounced up and down on top of him, her skirt hitched around her thighs. I stood there, frozen in disbelief. “Oh, harder, Brent,” she cried wantonly. “Harder.”The world seemed to slow down as I watched them, my mind racing with a thousand different emotions. Betrayal, anger, heartbreak—they all swirled together inside me. How could he do this to me? How could he break my trust so completely?She continued her moans while I just stood there, tears pooling rapidly in my eyes.I must have made a noise because Pamela looked back and threw a wicked smile at me when she saw me. Blindly, I pushed out of the room, made my way out
PRISCILLA'S POV“Cheat!”My step faltered at his word.“What?”“You heard what I said, Priscilla!”“I didn't cheat on you. What are you talking about?”“Would you cut the hell with your innocent act?!”“I honestly don't know what you're talking about, Brenton,” I said and took a calm breath. I knew what he was doing. This was a ploy to distract me from what he had done, a ploy to distract me so he would not have to apologize to me for his betrayal.“Brent, you don't need to do this. Just tell me you are not going to apologize.”He stood up from beside Pamela on the sofa and advanced toward me, his entire body tensed with anger.But anger from what? I was the one that was supposed to be angry. After all, he cheated on me. So why was he labeling me as a cheat?“Are you out of your fucking mind, right now, Priscilla?” he asked, his voice low and cold with fury as he kept on coming at me. “Apologize?! Apologize for your dirty habit?!”Suddenly, I was frightened. Something had happened.M
PRISCILLA’S POVHis sentence slapped me across the face like a lash.“What did you say?” I asked in a whisper, unwilling and unable to believe what he had just said.“You heard me, ” he said coldly, “Divorce or I show the whole world the kind of woman that you are.”I saw Pamela send me a smirk of victory behind Brent's back and I immediately knew that this was her doing. This was all her plans — what she wanted. My heart squeezed in pain at her victory.“Brent, are you really going to divorce me because of these lies?”“Because of your lying and cheating nature. I want nothing to do with a woman who won't think twice before sleeping with her ex.”I stared at him for a few seconds. Then at the papers. This was it. I had lost. He hadn't believed in the end. Knowing that crying and pleading would no longer do me any good, I wiped my tears and stood a little straighter. Henceforth, I would no longer let any of them see my tears. I was done.“I'll sign the papers.”“Good, but not only th