2. Extremely Confused

Flora's POV

I'm trying to contain and deal with the tension already rising in my chest as I begin to pant heavily, struggling to catch my breath. My mind is in chaos and I cannot bear what I just heard.

I feel a little bit confused as I look around the hall, wondering where to head to. I am still standing before the bodyguard who is tapping into his telecom and seems to be talking with someone else at the other end, perhaps another fellow bodyguard.

But that is not what is in my mind right now. There is another Mrs Vance. I don't get that sentence and it is making me confused. I look at the frightening bodyguard with a lot of thoughts, wondering if I should ask him more questions but he doesn't seem to be in the mood for me right now.

I swallow hard and turn away to leave but then I stop.

No, I can't. I need to see Damien right now.

I need to get to the bottom of this. What the hell did this guard mean by Mrs. Vance having a meeting with him in his office when I was right here? It seriously does not make sense.

I turn back to the guard and give him a hard glare. Then, I strengthen my resolve, building an air of confidence in myself. I stop right in front of him once again and tap him in the hand.

He turns his head sharply to look at me with that blaring, frightening look but I steel my confidence and glare back hard at him with all the boldness I can muster up. He looks a little bit stunned by my determination as I fold my arms at him.

"Please, I need to clarify something here. Were you serious when you just said Mr Vance is meeting with his wife, Mrs Vance, in his office?"

He looks agitated right now the moment I ask as he finally rubs his palm against his forehead, looking frustrated.

" Do I look like I'm stupid to you?" He requests sharply but I manage to keep my confidence intact. "That is exactly what I just said. How does that concern you and how does that bother you? I am busy, young lady, and you are bothering me."

I cannot contain the lump in my throat anymore. I give him a very sharp glare and take hold of his hand.

"Where is the entrance to his office?' I ask sharply, and he frowns at me, looking a little bit stunned.

"I don't understand. You have no right to order me around like that." He says sharply and immediately detached his hand away from me.

"Well, actually, you sound like a threat to me right now and I am so determined to kick you out of here. So, will you please leave?" He says sharply but I refuse.

" I promise you that if you don't take me to my husband right now, I'm going to end your career right here instantly." I declare sharply and his eyes go wide with shock at my statement.

After a few moments, he scoffs and shakes his head. "Don't be stupid young lady, don't be so dumb. If you try to orchestrate any stupid act right now, I'm going to ensure you get kicked out beyond humiliation. Now leave!" He shouts out loud with his deep voice booming all over the hall, but I am stagnant and my resolve is stronger than ever, fuelled by a rage that is already brewing up deep down within me.

By that single statement, he just said, I cannot get over this, and I cannot just let it pass me by.

"You think I am joking?" I ask sharply, and he looks at me, completely stunned. "All I need to do is a direct phone call and your career is over if you do not take me to my husband's office right now!!" The amount of frustration in my voice is visible as I shout out loud at him and he steps back a bit before examining me deeply.

He seems to be shocked by the confidence I am releasing right now. He has no idea the seethed heat brewing in my chest. I want to smash something and I want to break things.

He lifts his right hand and points to a door a few meters away from us and I realize he is pointing to that elevator that looks like it was reserved privately for Damien.

"I need you to tell that butler to give me the right to pass through." He nods his head briskly and taps into the telecom on his ear.

I am shocked that he is allowing me. Perhaps my confidence was so strong enough to grant him the will to believe. I just hope he doesn't warn Damien of my arrival before I get there.

A few minutes later, the butler approaches me and says. "Madam, I've received the authority to grant you passage through here."

I do not listen for his next words as I head towards the elevator and press against it, stepping immediately as soon as it has slid open. I tap against the button that would direct me to his office through the assistance of the butler and in a few minutes, the elevator is already moving up slowly.

I remain calm in the elevator with a lot of thoughts rumbling through my mind. Oh, please God, do not let this be true because if this is, I am going to rain hell and brimstone right now. Is this all he can think of? Is this his plan?

Please, Lord, do not let it be another woman because if it is... I pause in my thoughts and shut my eyes, trying to calm myself down, but it is of no use. My entire body is in chaos; I lack self-control. My fists are clenched tight and I can feel heavy amounts of sweat dropping down my body.

The pinging of the elevator jolts me out of my thoughts as the door slides open and I find myself directly in front of Damien's office. I step in immediately to behold him seated at his table with his legs crossed casually while twirling a glass of wine in his hand.

My fears become confirmed when I behold this stunning, magnificent, gorgeous, beautiful lady, seated on his lap, on his table, while they chat, without even realizing my presence, and the gesture they are giving towards themselves suggests that they must be having a very nice, romantic, private time together while sipping wines in their glass cups.

Shockingly, my presence did not even alert them, and I could feel the cloud of fury boiling in my head. I can't contain the rage within me as I step forward and kick hard against a table lamp a few meters away.

It falls crashing to the ground, jolting them out of their romantic situation as they both briskly turn towards my direction.

Damien's eyes go wide with shock the moment he sees me as I glare hard at him with all the fury in the world. I am gripping the flowers in my hands right now with express fury as I give him a cold stare.

"So, is this what you wanted when you declared our relationship to be private?" I ask with trembling in my voice, but his demeanor suddenly turns to a very cold one as he looks away from me as if he doesn't care about what I feel.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He requests with a very sharp, cold, icy voice that makes me jolt back.

Oh great, this is far colder than the attitude he has been portraying these last months that have made me think he is losing interest in me. Is it because of this woman, who his bodyguard knows as Mrs. Vance in his life?

I don't even know what to think right now as I storm towards him and toss the bouquet against his face.

With a very swift movement, he bends his head and I watch as it flies past him, smashing against the wall behind him. He looks shocked and then turns his gaze towards me.

" Are you crazy?!" His voice is loud and sharp as he gets up from his seat, but then the beautiful lady places her hand against his chest as if trying to calm him down.

"Take it easy baby, don't waste your strength. Just sit down, I will handle this," she says, and I am left stunned, gazing at her, shocked by her air of dominance. None of them even look guilty about what is going on right here.

I am his legal wife, and he is with another woman in his office. he doesn't seem to care about how I feel and how it will affect me. What in heavens is going on here?

The lady slowly walks over to me with a devious smirk on her face. She stands before me and places her index finger against my chin, tilting my head to look at her.

" Hello, my name is Victoria," she says with a very beautiful silk voice and I can tell she must be the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in my life. I can't deny that fact. She is extremely gorgeous. Perhaps that is what Damien saw when he felt she was far preferred as Mrs. Vance than me.

My anger has grown intensely right now as I snap my face away from her finger and she laughs.

"I like her; she is sharp and feisty. I am still surprised you are around though. You must be Flora, isn't it?" She asks and my eyes go wide.

Okay, that cut deep.

Oh wow! She knows about me. Does that mean Damien has told her about me before?

"What is the meaning of this Damien?!" I ask with my voice now getting weak, but he turns his head away from me as if I am not even standing there. What the hell?

"You had better speak to me and tell me what the hell is going on here, Damien, or else..."

"or else what?" Victoria's voice is clearer and sharper as she stands in front of me obstructing Damien from my point of view.

Then she looms before me in a terrifying, domineering authority that tells me that if I mess up a little bit, she's going to ensure the end of me will arrive immediately.

" You need to watch where you're stepping into and act according to your level. Don't you understand that?" She requests sharply as I look at her completely stunned.

"Who the hell are you? You have no right to talk back to me when I'm talking to my husband." I ask, my voice trembling and she laughs out loud with her head backwards and her palms clapping endlessly.

" Oh really? Who the hell do you think you are? As far as I am concerned, I am the only Mrs Vance here." She says with an evil smile on her face and I am left perplexed by the amount of power and authority she has.

The fact that Damien is not even fighting for me right now is what is making all this even harder. What the hell is going on? I am extremely confused beyond measure.