I stood in shock, staring down at the papers scattered across the floor. Divorce papers, with Nathan's signature already scribbled on the line. He couldn't even look me in the eye as he uttered those heartless words. "You should start packing. Only take what you came with."
The pounding of my heart drowned out all other sounds. This couldn't be real, it had to be some twisted joke. I searched Nathan's face pleadingly, hoping to find even a hint of remorse or regret. But his eyes remained cold and distant.
"Nathan, please...we can talk about this. What happened to make you want this so suddenly?" My voice cracked with emotion. Three years of marriage, three years of giving everything to this man, and his lavish lifestyle, meant nothing to him now.
He sighed in annoyance. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Agatha. It's over. I've already filed the paperwork. Now just pack your things and go."
White-hot anger swirled within me now, battling with the remnants of grief and disbelief. How dare he dismiss me so callously, after all I'd sacrificed? No husband should treat his wife this way. But I knew any protests would fall on deaf ears. This was clearly what Nathan wanted, and nothing I said could sway him.
I scrambled to collect the papers from the floor with trembling hands, clutching them to my chest as though they could be ripped away at any moment. Part of me still hoped this was some cruel joke that would be revealed as untrue. But the impatience in Nathan's eyes told me otherwise. Without another word, I fled to our bedroom - no, his bedroom now - clasping back sobs that threatened to overtake me.
The room was suffocatingly silent as I numbly began removing my belongings from the walk-in closet and dresser. Each article of clothing held memories - our wedding, parties, and galas where I stood proudly by Nathan's side. I wondered idly what sins I'd committed to deserve such a fate. Had I not catered to Nathan's every want and need faithfully these past years?
As I collected the last of my modest wardrobe, my gaze drifted to a framed photo on the nightstand. Nathan and I on our wedding day, beaming with youthful optimism for our future together. I stared at Nathan's face, full of love and promise. Who was this stranger who now resided in his skin, this cold and heartless imitation of the man I once knew?
Rage bubbled up inside me then, scalding away the remnants of sadness. How dare he treat me, his wife, with such disrespect and cruelty? I was no timid mouse to be cast aside so easily. With a feral cry, I snatched up the photo and hurled it against the wall, relishing the shatter of glass. Let Nathan clean up this mess he'd created.
As I raced back downstairs with my suitcase in tow, my anger still fiercely bubbling, I heard the murmur of voices coming from the parlor. Had Nathan not told his family of his sudden decision to end our marriage? I slowed my pace, not wanting to face more judgment, as I drew closer to the open doorway.
That's when I saw her. Nathan's mother, Josephine, sat regally on the couch sipping tea. I had never gotten along with the cold, calculating woman. But what made my stomach drop was the petite blonde seated beside her. The girl couldn't have been more than 20, practically a child, smiling and nodding along to whatever Josephine was saying.
Her hands fluttered over her tiny stomach as she laughed, a melodic, tinkling sound that echoed in my mind. That's when I realized with dawning horror - this wisp of a girl was Nathan's mistress. My fingers tightened on the suitcase handle until my knuckles turned white.
Josephine glanced up then, catching my stunned gaze with chilling amusement in her eyes. "Ah, Aggie dear. We were just discussing how pleased Nathan is to be rid of you and your barren womb. This lovely Camille will give him an heir, as a proper wife should."
Camille beamed up at Josephine adoringly as my world spun out of focus. So this was how Nathan planned to replace me - with a plaything young enough to be his daughter.
I glanced down at my long limbs and angled features, feeling a fresh wave of inadequacy. How could I ever hope to compete with such delicate, doll-like beauty?
"Such a shame you could never provide a true legacy," Josephine sneered. "But Nathan has ensured the Richards line will continue, regardless of your shortcomings. I'm sure you understand as you pack your meager things and slink off elsewhere."
That final barb was too much. Clutching my suitcase, I fled their cackling laughter, feeling lower than I ever had. Nathan truly meant to erase every trace of our life together - and replace me with a shiny new version untouched by the passage of time. The bile rose in my throat at the thought.
As I left my suitcase at the door waiting for the taxi I ordered, I heard Nathan's footsteps approaching behind me. I steeled myself and turned to face him, keeping my expression stoic though turmoil raged within.
"Agatha, wait," he said, running a hand through his hair. Some of the arrogance had slipped from his stance, replaced by an awkward unease I'd never seen him wear before.
"Come to make some hollow apologies?" I asked coldly. "Save your breath, Nathan, I have no interest in anything more you have to say."
He sighed. "I only wanted to explain. You have to understand, that I've been seeing Camille for months now. She's carrying my child - my heir. As God’s will, I must provide for them."
A hollow laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. “God's will? Don't insult me further by using religion as an excuse, Nathan, we both know how little stock you place in the lord. This is about power and legacy, nothing more."
His eyes flashed in annoyance. "Must you truly be so disagreeable? I'm trying to do right by my family. Unlike you, Camille is young and able -"
"Able to pop out babies like the broodmare you see her as you mean?" I interrupted scathingly. "Spare me your excuses. We both know our marriage was never about love or partnership."
Nathan fell silent, for once at a loss for words. I sighed wearily. "You're right, we've been drifting for some time. But don't pretend this is some noble quest of fatherly duty. I saw how you looked at her, Nathan - like a prized new possession. She's a toy to stroke your ego."
He ran both hands through his perfect hair, a gesture of rare frustration. "What do you want from me, Agatha? An apology? I won't give you one. Our marriage was a mistake from the start."
His words struck like physical blows, reopening old wounds. I turned away to hide the tears pricking my eyes, willing myself to stay strong. After a long moment, I faced him once more with a steely calm.
"You're right, Nathan. An apology means nothing at this point. All I want now is what is legally mine - and then you'll never have to see me again."
My icy tone gave him pause. Good - let him feel unsettled for once. I had given this man my youth; the least he owed me was a fair settlement. This was far from over.
As the taxi pulled away from the mansion, I let the tears come that I'd held back for so long. All the stress and heartbreak of the past hours came pouring out of me in gut-wrenching sobs. I was finally free to mourn the loss of the life and identity I'd clung to for three years. My mind drifted back to happier times when Nathan and I were carefree college students. I saw him on the rugby pitch, his powerful form weaving effortlessly between opponents. Even then he had a swaggering charisma that drew people to him. Drawn to his confidence and charm, I'd eagerly accepted when he asked me out after a game. It was the first real act of rebellion against my father's expectations. Aldo De Rossi wanted me safely tucked away, continuing my studies without distraction. But Nathan made me feel alive and passionate in a way I never had before. For a while I let myself get swept up in the fantasy, pretending we could live a normal life together after graduation. Of course, it all came crash
The past continued to resurface in my mind, no matter how hard I tried to push it down. I remembered the countless dinner parties where Nathan and his social circle would belittle me for my supposedly humble upbringing. "Fetch me another drink, would you dear?" Nathan would say, smiling that dazzling smile that no longer fooled me. As I walked away, I could hear the snickers and whispers behind my back. "Really Nathan, a farm girl? I thought you had higher standards than that." "She must be a terrific lay if you're willing to marry down so far." I endured it with a stoic smile, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing me upset. But inside, the comments chipped away at my sense of self-worth. If the guests weren't bad enough, Nathan's mother Josephine was ruthless in her criticism of me. Though I had graduated top of my class with a business degree, in her eyes I was nothing more than the help. "Agatha, why isn't this floor polished to a shine? I thought I taught yo
As Lena's car pulled away, I turned to face my father sitting beside me on the veranda. His stern features had softened as he watched me, seeing the turmoil still evident in my eyes. "My dear, I know this ordeal has cut deeply. But you must not lose hope - you have so much wonderful life still ahead of you." He patted my hand gently. I sighed. "It's just so hard to imagine moving on when the wound is still so fresh. " My father nodded understandingly. "Which is why I think a change of scenery could do you good. There is a gala this weekend benefiting one of NexGen's philanthropic partners. As my daughter, your presence would be appreciated." I pondered his words as a reminder of my true identity swirled in my mind. NexGen Technologies was no ordinary company. Under my father's leadership, it had grown into a global powerhouse known for developing groundbreaking innovations that shaped the world. The patents my father had created were worth billions, yet he remained a quiet reclus
As the car glided smoothly through the streets, I turned to study my companion more closely. "Forgive me, I don't believe I caught your name." He smiled politely. "Charles Campbell, at your service. I'm the CSO of Campbell Enterprises." My mind raced as I placed the name. Campbell Enterprises, the banking giant. I did recall Nathan mocking Charles and his family's company during heated debates with colleagues. "An upstart trying to muscle in on our territory. As if he has any idea how to run a real business," Nathan had sneered. "I apologize, I don't believe I introduced myself. I'm-" "Agatha De Rossi. Daughter of Aldo De Rossi, of NexGen Technologies. I recognized you from the moment we collided." His eyes held no judgment. I noticed his use of my maiden last name. "You know who I am?" "The heiress to the illustrious De Rossi dynasty? It would be difficult not to, in my circles... Though I admit, up close your beauty far outshines any descriptions." His smile was kind, without
I waved off the security guards helping Nathan into a waiting car, tired beyond words. Charles eyed me with worry but I waved him off weakly. "I'll be fine. Thank you, for acting when you didn't have to."Before he could speak, a strong voice called out, "Agatha! Are you alright, my dear?" I turned to see my father walking towards us, worry written on his noble features. Dread swelled in my guts at the discovery of this disaster. Would he blame me for the scene Nathan caused?"Father, I-" But he had already noticed Charles at my side."Charles! As I live and breathe! It's been far too long, my boy." They hugged warmly.But Charles simply smiled. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. De Rossi. Your daughter was just showing me what a great host you've been."I watched in disbelief. My father, fraternizing so familiarly with the man at the center of my mess of an evening? Doubts whirled until Father turned to me, face stern but eyes soft with care."Are you hurt? That man always did have a nasty
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than my phone rang with an unknown number. My breath caught in my throat - could it be him already? "Hello?" "Miss De Rossi, I hope I'm not disturbing you. It's Charles Campbell." His smooth baritone was unmistakable. "I was wondering if you might join me for lunch today, to further discuss the events of last evening." Intrigue and suspicion warred within me. Against my better judgment, I heard myself reply, "Very well, Mr. Campbell. I accept your invitation. Where shall we meet?" "Excellent, shall we say 12:30 at Bistro La Rue? It's a casual little place just around the corner from my office." My mind raced as I tried to understand Mr. Campbell's intentions. Why had he insisted on escorting me last night, and why was he now asking me to lunch? Still, my curiosity got the better of me. "Bistro La Rue at 12:30 works well for me. I'll see you then, Mr. Campbell." I hung up, my thoughts a swirling storm. What could this man possibly want fr
There was an intensity between us, an attraction I couldn't ignore. Charles was clever and unlikely to expose his genuine intentions at once.After dessert, Charles escorted me to the front of the restaurant's outdoor space. "Thank you again for meeting me today," he said, holding my hand and pressing his lips across my knuckles. "I look forward to continuing our...discussions."I offered him a subtle smile. "So do I. It was an honor, Mr. Campbell."As I turned to go, his fingers softly grabbed my wrist. "Please, call me Charles." His thumb caressed the sensitive flesh within my wrist, causing an involuntary quiver.I caught his focused look and noticed a desire hiding there. "Very well...Charles," I said. With a little wink, I removed my hand from his clasp and went away. Two people might play this flirty game.I had just returned home, exhausted after my experience with Charles, when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number provided and responded cautiously."Hello?""Agatha, it
Camille looked blankly at Nathan, who also seemed shocked when she showed up out of the blue. When I realized I had the upper hand, I pushed my edge."Come now, girl, cat got your tongue?" I teased her while going around her. "Tell me, how does it feel knowing you're nothing but a pretty little distraction until Nathan tires of you too?"Camille's mouth moved back and forth like a fish's. Nathan quickly stepped in when he saw that she was about to throw a fit. "Agatha, stop right now. Camille is welcome here; she's going to be my wife. “I was shocked and couldn't figure out what Nathan had said. Camille, his wife? It was absurd. She was barely more than a child. Nathan had always been one to chase after youth and beauty, but this was taking it to another level. "Don't be ridiculous, Nathan," I scoffed. "She's barely out of university. You could be her father."Camille's face flushed at that, but she held her tongue. Good, at least the girl had some sense. Nathan, however, was unfaz
Agatha POV:Unexpected. That was one word for it.Catastrophic felt more accurate.I stared blankly at the pamphlet on prenatal vitamins she pressed into my hand. It felt heavy, alien, like an artifact from another dimension. Charles’s baby. The thought slammed into me, stealing the air from my lungs, making the room spin.Somehow, I managed to navigate the elevator, the lobby, the revolving doors, moving like an automaton. The city noise hit me as I stumbled onto the sidewalk, I needed… I needed Lena. My fingers fumbled with my phone, slick with a nervous sweat I hadn’t realized was there.Her name swam in my contacts list. I pressed call, my brea
Charles POV:The city lights, usually a comforting panorama from my penthouse windows, felt like accusing eyes tonight. Each twinkling point of light was a reminder of the precariousness of my position, the crumbling foundation of my carefully constructed world. And Agatha… she wasn’t here. Not anymore."Damn it, Richards," I muttered, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, the ice clinking a discordant rhythm against the silence. I hadn't even bothered to turn on any music. What was the point?Nathan's disappearance had thrown everything into chaos. One moment, he was a broken, defeated man, a ghost haunting the edges of Agatha's life. The next, he was… gone. Vanished.And the vultures were circling.The
Agatha POV:The walls of the conference room seemed to spin around me, the voices of the board members fading into a distant, muffled hum. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, my body swaying precariously."Ms. De Rossi, are you alright?" Sarah's voice, sharp with concern, cut through the fog in my brain."I… I just need a moment," I stammered, my voice a shaky whisper, my hand reaching up to my forehead, trying to steady myself, to push back the wave of dizziness that threatened to overwhelm me.But it was no use. The room tilted, the faces around the table blurring, the floor rushing up to meet me. And then, darkness.I woke up to the insistent beeping of a machine, the scent of antiseptic stinging my
Agatha POV:My office at NexGen felt alien, cold. The sleek, modern furniture, the panoramic city view – it all seemed to mock the turmoil churning inside me.The space, once a symbol of my ambition, my newfound power, now felt like a cage.The memory of that confrontation, of Charles standing right where I was, his carefully constructed mask of concern cracking to reveal the anger, the possessiveness beneath… it replayed in my mind, a chilling loop.The documents, spread across this desk, the evidence of his betrayal…I ran a hand over the smooth surface of my desk, as if I could physically feel the re
Nathan POV:A price. Of course. There was always a price."What price, Manuel?" I asked, my voice a low growl, my hand tightening into a fist, my mind racing, calculating, weighing the risks against the potential rewards.He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of ambition and… something else. Something darker. Something… dangerous."Let’s just say… a partnership, Señor Richards,” he said, his voice a smooth, persuasive hum. “A mutually beneficial arrangement. You help me… and I help you. We both get what we want.”“And what is it you want, Manuel?” I asked, my voice a challenge, my gaze unwavering
Nathan POV:"Another one, Señor Richards?"The voice, soft and accented, barely registered over the roaring in my ears. I looked up, blinking, trying to focus on the man standing before me.It was Manuel. Aldo De Rossi’s assistant. What the hell was he doing here? And how did he even find me?"Sure," I mumbled, pushing my empty glass across the rough, concrete surface. "Why the hell not?"The 'bar' was a joke. A couple of crates stacked on top of each other in the corner of this abandoned warehouse, a pathetic collection of half-empty bottles its only sto
Charles POV:"Get me Thompson on the line. Now!"My voice, usually a smooth instrument of persuasion, was a ragged bark, echoing through the sterile emptiness of my office.I paced, the expensive Persian rug a blur beneath my feet, my hands clenched into fists, my mind a chaotic storm of anger, fear, and a desperate, gnawing need for control.Agatha.Her face, her voice, her rejection… It was a relentless loop playing in my head, a constant reminder of my failure, my… vulnerability.She knew. Somehow, she knew. About Xing, about the manipulations, about… everything.And she'd thrown me out. Dismissed me
"Agatha, please,"Charles whispered, his voice choked with emotion, his eyes pleading, his hands reaching out, trembling, as if to touch me, to hold me, to pull me back from the precipice."I… I can change. I can… I can get help. Just… just give me another chance. Please."His vulnerability, so raw, so unexpected, almost broke me. For a fleeting moment, I saw a glimpse of the man I’d thought he was, the man I’d wanted him to be.But it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t erase the lies, the manipulations, the betrayal.“No, Charles,” I said, my voice firm, my gaze unwavering, my heart aching with a pain that was both a release and a devastating loss.
Agatha POV:"Explain it, Charles? Really?"My voice was ice, a stark contrast to the fire raging inside me. "I think these documents explain themselves pretty clearly, don't you?"I swept my hand across the desk, scattering the damning evidence – printouts of emails, contracts, financial transactions, all meticulously organized, all pointing to one undeniable truth: Charles Campbell, the man I'd trusted, the man I'd almost loved, had been systematically manipulating me, my company, my life.He stood there, frozen, his usual charming facade crumbling, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and… was that fear?Good. Let him be afraid."Agatha, I… I can