3

Stacey 

"So, what do you suggest now, Mr. Black?" I inquire, sitting in a luxurious coffee shop with my lawyer as he carefully sips his martini. He advises, "Well, Mrs. Williams, I recommend filing for divorce and ensuring that inheritance matters are clarified from the start." I pause, anticipating Tyler Williams' reaction.

"Do you think this is going to work?" I question my lawyer, who nods confidently, "Yes, of course. Don't worry, I'll prepare the legal documents and send them your way." He excuses himself, leaving me alone as I order a drink. Suddenly, a man approaches and takes a seat across from me, occupying the spot where my lawyer was seated.

"Hello, Mrs. Williams," he greets me politely, and I nod in acknowledgment, reaching into my purse to grab the check before tossing it into his hand. "Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Ryan. Just remember, you still need to gather the evidence as the case is being filed, and I intend to win this case." After meeting with my lawyer and the detective I hired to gather evidence on Tyler, I head back to the salon for some pampering services.

I help kids and women in need through my organization. I never thought I'd face the same struggles. The difference is, that I'm financially secure and independent. Tyler claimed he was on a business trip, but I know the truth about his whereabouts and who he's with, so I'm not concerned. I have enough time to get ready for the divorce proceedings. When he returns, I'm certain it will be the biggest shock of his life.

Two days have passed by, and now I'm eagerly waiting for his return. The sound of his car horn reaches my ears, and a grin lights up my face as I descend the stairs. "Welcome back, Tyler," I greet him warmly, my voice brimming with enthusiasm. A smile remains fixed on my face, and I exude extra charm today. He gazes at me and returns the smile, moving closer as he admires the beautiful setup I've prepared for his return.

"Well, what's all this for?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, teasingly eyeing me. I feel repulsed to the core. Despite his intimacy with other women during his trip, this guy still has the audacity to think he can have his way with me.

Last night, I discovered one of his unusual kinks...this guy enjoys receiving anal penetration. Wow, that's unexpected! It makes me feel disgusted. Despite this, I maintain my composure and let out a soft chuckle, gradually revealing my true feelings.

"This lovely surprise is for cheating on me," I declare, observing his reactions closely. The color drains from his face, exposing the ugliness beneath. "What?" he stammers, and I cross my arms, questioning him, "Are you cheating on me?" I leave him flustered, and he grows increasingly uneasy.

"Uh, no! I'm not," he denies frantically, shaking his head in denial. I stride back to the table, pressing the button on the remote to bring the large TV screen to life, revealing videos of him being intimate with other women. I switch off the TV, retrieve the divorce papers, and return to him. Handing him the documents, I inform him, "Here we go, Tyler. I suppose this is the end."

He takes his time to cautiously review the divorce agreement, and a frown creases his forehead. "You're divorcing me! How could you do this?" he exclaims, not attempting to justify his actions but rather directing his anger towards me for initiating the divorce. "And you want twenty percent of my assets. Do you think it's that simple to get rid of me?"

I scoff at his reaction and assert confidently, "Yes, I do. I deserve at least twenty percent of your assets…including this very mansion," He begins to laugh, tossing the divorce agreement in my face. Before I can react, he grabs my hair, his fingers gripping tightly onto my locks. "What the hell are you doing, Tyler?" I struggle against his powerful grip, preventing him from dragging me towards the sofa. “You want assets, huh? You vicious little bitch!”

As he throws me onto the sofa, I glare up at him, noticing the darkness overtaking his eyes as he seethes with anger. "You're not getting rid of me, do you hear me? Not until I get your property," he spits out furiously. I stand up, delivering a firm slap across his face. "Don't you dare say that! You won't be getting a single penny. I'll ensure that you're ruined, Tyler Williams!"

As a slap lands on my face, he starts brutally slapping me, causing me to scream in agony and plead for help. Soon, the house manager Nancy arrives with other servants, pulling me away from his violent outburst. I confront him, issuing a clear threat, "You're finished, Tyler. I'll make sure you pay for this!" I shout, turning to rush up the stairs as he continues to yell after me.

As I enter my room, my eyes fall upon my reflection in the mirror, and a gasp escapes my lips. What in the fucking world? Is my nose bleeding? Moving closer, I inspect myself carefully, sensing nothing but anger boiling inside me. That bastard has the audacity to strike me, and he believes he will escape like this.

Nancy, who is also worried about me, advises me to wash my face. "But first, take some pictures, Nancy," I instruct her, handing her my phone. Surprisingly, she snaps photos of me, which I save and take no time but to send to my lawyer. Moments later, my phone rings and I quickly answer as my lawyer speaks, "This is abuse. We can use this against him. By the way, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me," I reply, dabbing at the blood with a tissue as I gaze at my reflection in the mirror. My lawyer advised me to leave the mansion immediately and relocate somewhere else so he could strategize against my husband. "Rent a penthouse or something, Mrs. Williams," he suggests.