"We then expose his immoral conduct to the media, to the rest of his company partners, and to the entire globe, striking where it hurts the most," I said in a low, calculated voice. I will make sure that everyone knows if what a worthless CEO he is. The night is cold and silent as I poured another wine on my glass. I'm in my work room, with the lights dimmed but not completely off. A small desk lamp hangs above my head, illuminating an old notebook where I put my initial revenge plan. "It's really funny how I once loved you dearly, Lucas. But here I am now planning how to make you fall," I whispered and then took another sip of wine. For a few moments I found myself staring at the photo of Lucas with his mistress and daughter. Not a day goes by that I don't feel pain whenever I remember the situation where I saw with my own eyes that they were doing something obscene. Those days it was as if my world had collapsed and trampled my entire being. I never lacked my love for him,
I knew it was time as I kept staring at the computer screen, which cast an eerie light of blue in the dark room with its glow. This is the time of my first step for my revenge on the man who crushed me so much. If he thinks that I will just let everything happen, he is wrong, because I will use what I found out about his company to bring him down little by little. I was going to make use of the details I had obtained as a weapon tonight to get back at him. I signed into the anonymous email account I had created just for this purpose with shaky fingers. I typed in the subject of the email the words... 'No Secret That Is Unrevealed' As I connected the files holding all the damaging information—the unpaid debts, the fraudulent loans, and the approaching bankruptcy, a smirk formed on my lips. If Lucas thinks that the stench of his company will remain in it, he is wrong. I will not allow his other work colleagues to be fooled by him and be included in his sinking. After I was sure
I opened the heavy door of Romeo's Night Club and I was greeted by the dizzying light here that changes color. This is the only place where I can get drunk and for a moment forget all the pain I feel. When I entered, I immediately looked for a seat and immediately ordered one of their strongest wines. I need it, so I can release all my resentment towards Lucas. "Here's your drink, Ma'am." "Thanks..." A mass of bodies filled the dance floor as they moved in time to the seductive beat. Couples danced together as I watched, their murmured conversations and giggles filling the air. It was a painful reminder of everything I had lost as well as the love that had failed me. I felt the vibration of my cellphone in my pouch. When I picked it up I saw Dylan's name on the screen. I thought for a few seconds before deciding to answer his call. "Hello, Dianna? You said you came home early to—" "Wait, where are you?" "Dianna, are you alright?" With a heavy heart I responded to his que
"What are you doing here?!" I stood up from my seat. "You're not what I need," Lucas said emphatically to Dylan. "How did you get in here?" Instead of answering me, he threw a doll on my table, with messy hair, broken hands and feet and a scary face. "Did you send that to Roxanne?!" I closed my office door. Dylan and I looked at each other, I told him that the other day. "Hold on, Lucas..." "Why do you always blame me? At first it was about what was happening in your company. And now this?" "Why not? You have plenty of reasons to do all that." "Oh, it's good and you know that you owe me a lot. But I'll tell you again, Lucas. I'm not sending anything like that to you." His jaw clenched. "I just don't want to know that you have a plan for everything that happens to us. Because of that doll, Roxanne almost put our daughter into danger." The anger he had was clear in my eyes. My forehead furrowed, pain crawled through my heart. "Alright! What if it's me, what are you going
"Open the brown envelope first." I looked at Dylan for a moment before I opened what he taught. "These are the bits of information I've accumulated. I have grounds to assume Lucas has been dodging taxes for years, as it appears he has taken part in some suspicious financial activities." I read some of the documents. After just a few minutes, I let him open another envelope and he took out the pictures contained in it one by one. I saw the pictures—a lavish display of luxury and excess—that captured events from Lucas's expensive vacation. I didn't even know about them even when we were together. I just realized how good he is at hiding his secrets. Dylan and I looked at each other again, but I immediately avoided mine as well. "Although some of the information is not new to us, what is important in this instance is that we already have evidence." "This is really unbelievable! I'm sure he wouldn't want these things he's hiding to explode." "We can all use that, but it's up to
Dylan and I were both sitting in a cozy cafe near the front of our company. Although we both had a cup of coffee in front of us, I did not plan to taste it because my heart might beat faster. The surroundings were warm and welcoming, the ambiance. The atmosphere was filled with the smells of roasted coffee beans and sweet breads. But despite its beauty, I can't stop my mind traveling back to the past. "Have you seen that flower I gave you?" he asked me first. His voice was calm, matching the simple smile on his lips. I swallowed and then nodded to him. "Ahm, y-yes. By the way, thank you." His eyes sparkled after I said that. He moved his chair closer to the table between us. "Dianna, those flowers mean a lot to me. I know you are not numb enough to not notice." I met his gaze, whispering to myself that it's better that he would not continue what he was going to say. "Dianna, I am falling for you. I thought it would pass. I thought it's just a simple affection after seein
"I know how hurt you are because of Lucas. What if we make him jealous. I'm sure he'll go crazy when he sees that you've actually moving on." It was one of the ways I tried to avoid choosing, but when Dylan mentioned it to me, I admitted that I liked the idea of hurting Lucas. I thought about the times when I almost killed myself. The nights that instead of sleeping I cry. I leaned back in the chair and this time I drank a little of the coffee. "You are really willing to be my rebound, Dylan? Are you out of your mind?" He nodded at me. "Yes. If that's one of the ways for you to move on quickly." I was deep in thought as I looked at the transparent window of my office. I can't get rid of the conversation Dylan and I had, especially my consent to it. I walked back and forth several times, while my hands rubbed my arms. I was restless, wondering if I had made the right decision. "Ma'am?" I turned to my door where my secretary was peeking. "Someone wants to talk to you. His
My heart was gasping with a range of feelings as I entered the cold courtroom. Today, Lucas and I will finally end the marriage that I thought would be filled with love, but it turned out to be filled with betrayal. As I looked on the other side, I saw my ex-husband's arm wrapped around his affair waist. I feel my blood boil with disgust and I want to pummel them into a pulp. By my side is Dylan who insisted on accompanying me here, even though I told him that I can control my feelings no matter what I see, but now I am grateful and I let him accompany me, because if he isn't there, I didn't know if I can really keep on standing here while seeing those person who are still the reason why I am hurting. "I'm just here." He gently caressed my hand. I smiled at him so he wouldn't think too much of me. As we sat prior to the judge, the courtroom filled with anticipation. The proceedings started, but I was distracted. I can't help but think that this is it. My ex-husband will ne