Valentine's Nightmare

I was standing at the entrance, holding a new phone and a bouquet of flowers, happy as a lark, but then I heard Samuel on a call, complaining to his friends about my performance in bed.Samuel Lawson, my husband, was smoking on the balcony. He muttered, "See you at the club tonight."I backed off quietly, my heart aching. Samuel courted me back when he needed money to get through a hurdle. I gave him my money and helped tide his company over. Then, he started getting busy.We'd been married for three years, and life was nothing but peaceful, albeit boring sometimes. Samuel would buy me gifts sometimes. At the time, I always thought I was the happiest girl in the world.It was shocking that he found me to be rubbish. Three years in, and he was already showing signs of cheating. Well, two could play the game. I tossed the gifts into the bin and went straight to the club. It was just money in exchange for fun, after all.The sun was already setting, but the heat of love was still rag

The mistress was cautious, but she was also bold, and she couldn't hold back any longer, so she had to make some noise. I noticed how nervous Samuel was, and I strongly considered going straight back to catch them in the act, but I decided against it. This was a man I could not hold on to any longer. Best let him go.After I returned, I made some calls and told the guy to find out how far Samuel and his mistress had gone in terms of their affair. The PI sent all the files to my email an hour later. When I saw the woman's photos, I chuckled.Samuel loved women like her. Shining, glimmering, alluring, and passionate. It was no wonder he lamented my lack of passion, but I would not show that man what I had in store. Beauty always had its privileges, after all. We had options.Since they were having an affair under my nose, I knew there was no need to hold back anymore. Most of Samuel's money was under my control. He was having an affair so brazenly just because he thought I trusted him

Samuel gave Melissa a scathing glare. She promptly shrank into herself and kept her mouth shut. Gnashing his teeth, Samuel said, "You probably slept with Ronald, too.""Hey, you're the one who said I wouldn't even move in bed. You said I was like a blow-up doll. I had to practice with someone, didn't I? Don't tell me you don't want to let me go?""Why you…" He flew into a rage, but there was nothing he could do about it.I shrugged. "Sign the papers. Then, it'll all be over."Excitement flared in Melissa's eyes. If the divorce went through, she could marry Samuel.Samuel regained his composure. "I will not sign them. Why do you even want that much money? The company's going bankrupt if I give you your funds back.""Yeah, my funds. You know very well how your company found its footing. I'm being fair here. If we take this to court, you're going to lose even more money."Samuel was becoming rather worked up now as he hissed, "If you cared about our relationship, you'd never have a

After the papers were signed, I said, "Remember to go through with the process in a month."He gazed at me. "What's the passcode for the lock? We've signed the papers, but the process hasn't even started. Legally speaking, we're still married."I smiled. "I don't think there's a need for that. You see, I'm selling this place.""What?""Hey, the house is mine. Should I care about your opinion when I'm selling my assets?" I tapped on the divorce papers.Samuel realized I was not holding back this time. "You're cruel, Noelle. You wouldn't even keep a single memento?""I don't do keepsakes or exit strategies. It was the same when I decided to marry you. It's still the same now."He was defeated, and he left. Before he did, I called out to him, "Samuel!"Samuel turned around, smiling. I raised my chin. "Take the ring with you."His face fell. Then, he scooped the ring and stormed off. I shrugged. His temper was still so awfully short. I called Ronald. "You free? He signed the paper

When Samuel came closer, I leaned against Ronald's chest. "Yes?""What are you two doing? How could you, Noelle?"This was amusing. "Why can't I? You're married now. Please don't tell me you think you can control who I see and date. Lord, spare me."The mockery filled his face with green rage. "Yes, I know I did something wrong, but you can't date this guy. He used to work as a model in a club. That kind of model!"Ah, so this guy knew everything. I shrugged. "Yes, I know. I went to the same club you did on Valentine's Day. You had fun with the ladies while I had mine with him. He's far better looking than you are. Ah, he's better built than you are, too."Samuel pointed at me with a trembling finger. "Y-You're shameless, Noelle!"He tried to hit me, but Ronald sent him sprawling away with a kick. "Don't insult her! She's mine, and she's far better than most people can say about themselves! I was just at the club to see what model work was like, and you think I'm a cheating basta