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Chapter Three

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As soon as I got back home, I started to pack my things. I forced myself not to cry, focusing instead on the task at hand. The image of Marcus and Emily was burned into my memory, and I knew that I would remember it for the rest of my life.

But I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. They could jump off a fucking bridge for all I cared. After spending so long wondering what exactly I had done to deserve this cruelty from my husband, it was satisfying to finally have an answer.

He was more interested in fucking my best friend than fixing our marriage.

I could picture the two of them right now, and even the thought of it made me want to sink to the floor and cry until my tears dried up. I couldn't bear to think about what happened, or the sad reality of what my life was about to become.

I didn't know what I was going to do now, but I sure as hell wasn't going to stay in this house. For so long, it had felt more like a prison than anything else. I had no memories of being happy here, and I wasn't going to miss anything about being here.

I had a plan in mind. Once I packed my things, I would get a hotel. Somewhere in the Upper East Side, so I wouldn't be so far away from anything. And tomorrow, I'll call the lawyer and tell him about the divorce. It shouldn't take long, since Marcus wasn't going to oppose. Once we finalised everything, I would leave New York. Everything I loved about this city was with Emily, and I couldn't bear that thought. I had always wanted to move to England for a while. Maybe I would go there for a while before I figured out what to do with my life. Marrying Marcus made me forget all the things I wanted to do with my life. He told me it wouldn't be right for his wife to be seen working, because I would never want for anything. So he asked me to give up on my dreams and stay with him, and I stupidly obliged.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I not see that he was cheating on me? The late nights, the mysterious phone calls, and the way he seemed so satisfied with our current situation. In the past, he couldn't keep his hands off me. But all of a sudden, he stopped trying. The mere mention of sex was enough to piss him off. He would snap at me whenever I tried to get intimate, or he would make up some excuse that he was tired or just not interested.

There was also the unexplained pack of condoms I always kept finding in the trash.

That was the first thing that raised alarm bells in my head. Either he had screwed up, or he simply didn't care and he wanted me to find out.

I finally managed to pack most of my clothes, and I hauled my suitcase out of the closet. I refused to look at our bed as I walked out of the room, and I dragged it out into the hallway. I must have been making a lot of noise, because Carlos—the butler—suddenly appeared in the hallway right as I was about to head for the stairs. He was still in his uniform, his greyish hair slicked back and his piercing green eyes narrowing down on me. Even though he was much older than me, we had always been so close ever since I started living here.

I was going to miss him the most.

"Ma'am?" he asked confusedly, his gaze shifting between me and the suitcase. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yes, Carlos," I replied. "I'm getting the hell out of this house."

He blinked at me confusedly, and as I started to pull the suitcase, he rushed forward and took it from me.

"I always knew this day would come," he whispered, a sad expression on his face. "But it was not my place to speak."

"You knew about the affair?" I asked.

"I didn't," he replied. "But it's not so hard to realise that you and the master are not happy anymore. I suspected it would eventually come to this, and you would leave each other sooner or later. I guess it was sooner."

"I wish things were different, Carlos," I said. "But I cannot stand this sham of a marriage anymore. I've held on for too long. I have to leave. For my own sake."

"I shall miss you, ma'am," he said as he dragged the suitcase downstairs with me. "These past few years of having you with us has been wonderful. You were truly the best we could have asked for."

I forced back my tears as I said, "Thank you, Carlos. You have been an amazing friend. Will you inform the rest of the staff for me? I don't have the strength to say any goodbyes right now."

"You can count on me, ma'am," he said as we finally got downstairs and headed for the elevator. "I wish things could have worked out differently."

He smiled at me, but his smile disappeared as we rounded the corner and found Marcus standing in front of the elevator. My heart dropped into my stomach as my eyes met his, and he smiled wickedly.

"Leaving so soon?" he drawled, swaying slightly. He had clearly been drinking, and I could see it in how unfocused his gaze was. His shirt wasn't properly buttoned, his shoes were in his hands, and he had used his tie as a belt. He looked like he'd just been dragged through a junkyard, and I wondered how he had gotten this hammered. But it wasn't my problem anymore.

"I have nothing else to say to you, Marcus," I said. "Get the fuck out of my way."

"Y-you bitch!" he hiccuped. "You think y-you're so much better than me, don't you? You think you're a saint, don't you?"

"Marcus, move," I said. "Now."

"Fuck you, Liv," he spat. "You think I-I wanted to do this? You think I wanted any of this?"

"I don't care what you want," I spat. "I don't give a fuck what you want, Marcus. You can go fuck yourself for all I care."

For a moment, he looked shocked that I was talking back at him. I'd never actually spoken to him this way before, maybe because on some level, I always felt like he was my superior. But now, I'd thrown all caution to the wind. I wasn't holding anything back.

Marcus blinked at me like he was just seeing me for the first time. His lips were slightly parted, as though he was about to say something. I was so close to him that I could see the tiny black flecks in his eyes. I could see the slight crookedness of his nose which he always dwelled on, and he always tried to hide in public. But he was a total stranger to me now, and he stared at me like he didn't know me anymore.

And then he slapped me.

I didn't even see it coming. One minute I was looking into his eyes, and the next I was on the floor. It was sharp and painful, and it stung as I looked up at him, my mouth open in shock. Marcus had never hit me before. And I couldn't believe what had just happened.

"How dare you speak to me that way?" he roared, his anger dulling some of the effects of the alcohol. "You think you have the power to even stand next to me? You filthy peasant. I made you what you are today. If it wasn't for me, you would still be in the gutter right now, searching for scraps and trying to make a name for yourself. I pulled you out of the gutter and made you what you are today. And now you think you have the audacity to stand there and lecture me?"

I was still too dazed by the slap to say anything, and my cheek was burning as he towered over me. I couldn't look up at him, afraid of what I would see.

"Listen to me very carefully, Olivia," he said. "This is just the beginning of your worst nightmare. I'm going to make your life a living hell. You think this is the end of it? I'm going to take everything from you. I'm going to make you beg for mercy, and I'll make sure you're kissing my feet by the time this is over. I'm going to take everything from you. I'm going to ruin your life so much that even the filthy gutter rats like you won't recognise you. Believe you me, you'll wish you'd never been born by the time I'm through with you."

He stormed off without another word, leaving me right there on the floor. I couldn't even move, and my ears were ringing from the slap or from his words. The entire lobby was deathly silent, until Carlos moved forward and offered me his hand.

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am," he said. "I'm so sorry."

I didn't say anything as he helped me to my feet, and I didn't say anything as he rode downstairs with me, and helped me outside. I didn't even say anything as he helped me find a taxi, and he said a quick goodbye before heading back up to the penthouse.

I climbed into the back of the taxi as we drove off, and I stared out the window and watched the cars flying past. I couldn't hear them, or anything else. I couldn't focus on one thing in particular, as a hollow and scathing feeling settled in my chest.

And that was when I started to cry.

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Four

    MARCUS"Carlos!" I yelled as soon as I woke up, groaning when the pounding in my head continued. "Get me some fucking aspirin! Now!"The room was too bright, and I pressed the button to shut the curtains before I rolled over and pulled the sheets over my head. Thank goodness today was a Sunday, and I didn't have to go into the office. My head was pounding, like a herd of elephants were desperately trying to stampede their way out of my skull.Maybe I shouldn't have had so much to drink. But last night was a cause for celebration, and I wasn't going to waste such an opportunity. After four years of misery, I was finally free. And I'd celebrated by fucking Emily's brains out four times, one for each miserable year of my marriage. I half-opened my eyes and saw that the bed was empty, which brought a smile to my face. She was truly gone, and I was free. No more worrying about what she was going to say or do. No more stressing out over the fact that my marriage wasn't as perfect as I wan

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Five

    "I'm sorry, Mrs Reynard, but it appears that your bank account has been frozen.""I'm sorry, what?" I stood in the doorway and stared at Mr Wallace in confusion as he handed me back the cheque I'd issued him just this morning. I'd managed to get a small apartment in the village, and the owner almost fell over his feet when I arrived here last night, looking for a place to stay. He recognised me immediately as Marcus Reynard's wife, and he couldn't wait to give me the apartment. In hindsight, maybe I should have gone for a hotel. But I didn't want to go anywhere that would attract too much attention. And almost every hotel in Manhattan knew exactly who I was. A small, modest apartment should have been the best option. But somehow, Marcus had frozen my account already. "I'm so sorry," Mr Wallace said, almost as if he was ashamed to even look up at me. "Surely there must have been some kind of mistake."I nodded absentmindedly as a hollow feeling settled in my chest. Marcus. This had h

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Six

    "Thank you for seeing me, David," I said, sliding into the seat across from him. Even though the cafe was crowded, we'd managed to get a table at the far end of the floor, so we were secluded from everyone else. David leaned back and raked his fingers through his hair. There were more grey hairs on his hair than last time I'd seen him, and he was starting to grow a stubble. David was a buff guy, but not so muscular that he would seem off putting. He looked like he came from old money, with his expensive suits and flashy Rolex watches. "I'm not gonna lie, Liv," he said, sitting up straight. "This is going to be messy. Like Rebels versus the Empire messy. I've known Marcus for over two decades now, and he's going to come for you with everything he's got.""So I've been told," I said. "That's why I came to you. You're the best at what you do. And if there's anyone who can make sure I don't get screwed over, it's going to be you."Maybe I was stroking his ego a little bit, but I had to

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Seven

    Ciara Walters looked like she belonged on a runway that in a courtroom. She was absolutely stunning, her dark skin and luscious, jet-black hair making her look more like a wealthy heiress than a cutthroat lawyer. She was wearing a navy blue suit, and her Louboutin heels dangled off her feet as she sat across from David and me. Her piercing green eyes settled on me, and I felt small and insignificant in front of her as she stared into my soul. "So, let me get this straight," she said in a crisp English accent. "You want me to take on what could turn out to be the biggest and messiest divorce case in the country, without even getting paid?""A settlement can be agreed afterwards," David said. "You owe me, Walters. Don’t forget that."She glared at him as he said this, and something about the way she looked at him made me feel uneasy. But I knew David wasn’t that kind of man. He would never cheat on Brenda. No matter how hot Ciara Walters might be. “Well I’ll be damned,” Ciara chuckled

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Eight

    I was fully prepared for the uproar that the divorce would create. I prepared myself for the shitstorm that was headed my way, and I thought I would have it all figured out. But all of that changed the moment the news got out. Suddenly, I was being hounded by paparazzi everywhere I went. I thought it was stressful before, but that was when I was always being followed by the Reynard security personnel. With that layer of security gone, I was left standing naked against the storm, as a hurricane blew through and ripped me apart. And I had to somehow find a way to survive the sea of questions they hurled at me. “WHAT WAS THE REASON FOR YOUR DIVORCE WITH MARCUS?”“ARE YOU PLANNING TO SUE REYNARD TECH AS WELL?”“DID MARCUS CHEAT ON YOU?”“HAVE YOU SEEN MARCUS RECENTLY?”I wished I could just stand there and answer all their questions. I wished I could stand there and give them all the details they needed, and tell them about how heartbroken I was when I found out he was cheating on me.

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Nine

    There was always the calm before the storm. You could feel it in the air, and you could almost taste it. I first felt an inkling that something was about to happen when I woke up to find seven missed calls from Ciara, and two missed calls from David. That immediately told me that something was wrong, but before I could call either of them back, I saw a text message from David, which was one simple line:‘Stay off the internet.’That immediately sent a chill down my spine, and I started to wonder if something terrible had happened. Could it be something related to Marcus? My parents? What could possibly have happened that would make them think I needed to stay off the internet completely?Against my better judgement, I knew I had to check it out. So I hopped onto Twitter and scrolled to the search page. Since my timeline was curated based on my location and my particular interests (which had mostly been updates about me and Marcus recently), the first news article I saw went through m

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Ten

    MARCUS“Babe, who was that?”I set the phone down and leaned back in my seat, savouring the fact that Olivia was probably crying in her miserable little apartment. As Emily walked into the room, I didn’t even move as she came and sat on my desk. I normally hated anyone doing that, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. “That… was my lovely wife,” I said with a slight chuckle. “She wants to know why I’m doing this to her.”“Really?” Emily asked with a smirk as she crossed one leg over another. “And what did you tell her?”“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I chuckled as I kissed her open knee. She was wearing a tight black dress with a slit that ran all the way up to her thigh, and the exposed skin was causing a shiver to crawl down my spine. “Marcus,” she chuckled, pushing me away as she giggled. We both knew it was just pretend, and she wanted me to take things further. But I enjoyed teasing her, and I enjoyed dragging things out slowly until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Don’t worry

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Eleven

    It had been over three weeks since the news of my divorce became public, and my entire social life went out of the window. Ciara had advised me to stay out of the papers, and the only thing I could do was to hide in my apartment and binge watch ‘Friends’ and ‘Lost’. It was frustrating, but I trusted her advice. In the meantime, I began to plan out my future. I couldn’t stay in New York anymore once the divorce was finalised. I couldn’t stay in the city when there was a risk of running into Marcus at every turn. Besides, I needed some space, and the further away I got from my past, the easier it would be to start rebuilding my life all over again. I had dusted off my CV already, something I hadn’t even glanced at in several years. It was funny how easily I threw away my life, believing that Marcus and I would be together for the rest of our lives. I never even imagined that my life would be over if we ever separated. But now, I was starting from scratch once again. And now, there was

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  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-Nine

    Here’s a secret about me: I don’t really know how to act as a girlfriend. I’ve never really been in a serious relationship that was progressing gradually. Throughout high school, I always kept my head down and never bothered with boys or anything like that. It was always just me and Emily against the world. And after passing through high school and college still being single, I’d immediately gotten into a relationship with Marcus. Come to think about it, that wasn’t really a relationship. It was a one-sided strategy where he basically love-bombed me until I had no other choice but to succumb to his wishes. And yeah, I did fall for him at the time, which was stupid on my part. But I learned my lesson, and I would never do that again. With Ethan, however, I found myself constantly worrying if I was doing the right thing. Even three weeks after we officially started dating, I still felt like I was slipping up constantly. He had this habit of sending me cute messages in the morning so I

  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-Eight

    It's funny how fast time seems to go when you're having fun. It seemed like only a few minutes since Ethan and I arrived at the picnic, and yet when I glanced at my phone briefly to see the time, I realized we'd been there for an hour. Where did all the time go?We'd only just arrived, and he'd asked me about my college days while we ate. I had barely gotten into my first year before I realized that time was flying by, and we would soon have to leave. The food was amazing, the view was amazing, and the company was perfect. It was such a magical evening, and I almost didn't want it to end. "Something tells me you don't want to leave," he said, noticing my expression. "I mean do we have to?" I asked. "We could stay," he suggested. "You could move out here, and not have to worry about the noise and chaos of the city. We could get a place here, and have picnics like this all the time.""What is it with you and trying to get me to move?" I laughed. "You already asked me to move to a d

  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-Seven

    MARCUSThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a pair of ballet slippers. They were sitting on the bedside table, with glitter all over them and the insides looking worn out. Sunlight was streaming in through the window, and I had to squint my eyes in order to see properly. "Hi," a strange voice said from across the room, and I titled my head slightly to find a little girl sitting across from me. She must have been about five or six years old, with pigtails and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a tiny ballet outfit, and she looked like she was enjoying herself as she played with her tutu while staring at me quietly. "Hello," I said, my voice sounding raspy and dry. "Where am I?""You're in the guest room," she said calmly. "Grandpa says you're not to be disturbed.""Grandpa?" I asked confusedly, slowly pulling myself up. "Where is your grandpa?""He's on the balcony with the pretty woman," she said. "He doesn't know I'm here though."I felt like I was reading a book where se

  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-Six

    “Before you say anything, I’m perfectly capable of flying us there,” Ethan said. “I took flying lessons when I lived in Germany for a year.”I couldn’t even bring myself to speak. I just stared at him with a dumbfounded expression, allowing him to lead me towards the helicopter. It looked so massive up close, and I’d never been this close to one before. “Ethan, I’m scared,” I said. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”“Yes, I’m sure,” he replied. “Babe, you have nothing to be afraid of. I’ve got you.”It was easy to say that while we were on the ground. Once we were in the air, it would be an entirely different story. I stared up at the chopper’s blades, as if it would somehow shrink into something more reasonable. It seemed to glow in the sunlight, a pale grey colour that somehow didn’t make me feel better. I still felt nervous as Ethan made his way towards someone standing in a white uniform, who smiled and shook his hands politely. “All set?” Ethan asked. “You’re good to g

  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-Five

    After breakfast, Ethan said he had to run home for a few minutes before he would come back and pick me up. I was sad to see him leave, but I had to get ready for our date so I quickly rushed back to my room to get ready properly. I was in the middle of picking out the right outfit when Rachel walked in, a smug look on her face. "What time did you get in last night?" she asked. "I thought you weren't back yet.""We got in pretty late," I said. "You weren't home when we got here, so I assumed you were staying over at Blake's."She stared down at her feet awkwardly, then asked in a quiet voice, "You didn't hear any of that last night, did you?""Hear what?" I asked, feigning ignorance. In reality, Ethan and I had sat on the floor of my bedroom and laughed at the sound of Rachel screaming Blake's name while her headboard banged against the wall. It was so funny that Ethan and I were laughing for the entire time, and I almost thought I cracked a rib from how much I was laughing. "So, wha

  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-Four

    It's funny how you don't notice the little things sometimes. When there's something right in front of you, you spend so much time with your attention elsewhere, never truly noticing the beauty in the little things. Take waking up, for example. It's such a normal, mundane thing. You open your eyes slowly, and like a robot which has been programmed to carry out its tasks, you roll out of bed and go about your day.But even something as simple as that becomes a million times better when you're in love. From the moment my eyes fluttered open and I saw Ethan smiling at me, I knew it was going to be a good day. He looked so effortlessly handsome, his bed hair falling across his face and making him look about ten years younger. There was something boyishly cute about the sleepy look in his eyes, the way his lips stretched into the most perfect smile I'd ever seen, with the sunlight streaming in behind him and making him look flawless. I felt like I was in a movie, and the handsome male lea

  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-Three

    I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Ever since my conversation with Mr Jones, I felt like something was definitely wrong somewhere. Could it be that I was walking into a trap?Surely not. Ethan would never do that to me. That sounded like something Marcus would do, not Ethan. After being married to the bastard for six years, I knew exactly what he was capable of. And this had his name written all over it. Still, I decided to go and see for myself. I made my way over to the apartment shortly after leaving work, but not before I grabbed my pocketknife and made sure it was secured in the sleeve of my shirt. Whatever was go to happen, I was prepared for it. It didn't take long to find my way to the apartment. By the time I got there, it was already dark outside. I paused and looked up at it, wondering why Ethan dragged me here of all places. The street was relatively quiet, with a few teenage boys biking just up the street. Someone was playing drums in the next stree

  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-Two

    MARCUSI couldn’t stop thinking about Olivia the entire day. The prospect of seeing her again was like a shot of cocaine straight to my brain, and I couldn’t focus on anything else. I imagined her standing in front of me again, my fingers in her hair, my lips on her neck, while she sighed and moaned in my ear the way she always used to. Time just couldn’t move fast enough. Maybe it was just the fact that I hadn’t been with her in so long. Even when we were married, I couldn’t deny that the sex was good. It was the only part of our relationship that didn’t completely go to hell. Now that I’d been away from her for so long, I wanted that back. And no matter what, I was going to get it today. I spent most of the day pacing around the penthouse, playing video games and looking at old photos of Olivia. Everything was in place for that evening. I would get to the apartment before her and lie in wait. Once she got there, I could find a way to convince her that we were meant to be togethe

  • Divorced My Cheating Husband & Fell For His Twin   Chapter Sixty-One

    I spent the entire night stressing over what to say when I finally saw Ethan again. The calm was so abrupt that I didn't know what to expect, and I half expected him to just start yelling at me once I got there. But I didn't care. Mostly because I knew he would never do that, but also because I was just glad that we would finally get a chance to talk about things. I could finally get him to listen to me, and think about the relationship we would be throwing away because of this. I did find it strange that he would ask me to meet him in a random apartment building in the Bronx. Why couldn't we meet at a restaurant or a bar? He could have even suggested Central Park. But the location seemed strange to me. I checked it out on Google maps, and it was a very old building which looked like it had been standing since the dawn of time. Most of the windows were broken, the painting was chipped in several places, and there were piles of trash all over the sidewalk. Why would Ethan ask me to

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