Chapter 6
That live broadcast quickly dominated the top trending searches of the day.
Quintus’s and Vanessa’s social media accounts were instantly flooded with hate comments.
Comments poured in. “How shameless. Your wife was pregnant and had a blood clotting disorder, yet you chose to save your mistress? She’s not even prettier than your wife.”
Someone replied, “Men who want to cheat will convince themselves that anything is better than what they have. Girl, just divor
him and live your best life.”
Quintus had always been full of arrogance. He couldn’t stand being criticized.
He jumped into the comments himself, arguing with anyone who insulted him. The whole thing was in chaos.
“This guy calls himself a CEO? With this level of intelligence, I can’t imagine how badly his company is doing.”
“If this guy actually takes his company public, I’ll do a handstand and wash my hair with my feet.”
The chaos went on for days, but online trends moved fast. Eventually, the heat died down.
What I never expected was for Quintus to come looking for me.
After the disastrous press conference, I had already moved out of that so–called home. I wasn’t working due to my health, so I was staying in a friend’s vacant apartment.
I wasn’t sure what Quintus had said to my friend, but somehow, she ended up giving him my address.
When I opened the door, I felt a bit dazed. I remembered how desperately he had rushed to save Vanessa during the earthquake, and I thought back to all the promises he had made me. I had always believed we would grow old together. I never imagined we
would end up here.
We stood facing each other, like bitter enemies. He impatiently handed me a card. “There’s three million dollars on this card, a compensation for the child I lost. You’ve made your scene, and I’ve paid the price. Isn’t that enough?”
He actually thought three million dollars could replace a child. I mocked him in return. “In your eyes, is a child just a price tag? What about Vanessa’s child? How much does that one cost?”
His face darkened. “Are you threatening me? If you dare to touch Nessa, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
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He paused and added, “There’s one more thing. I need you to go public and say everything before was just you throwing a tantrum. The company is about to go public. This scandal has come at the worst time. Losing my job is the least of my worries, but if the company gets hit with this, they’ll make me pay! Do you want to ruin me?”
It was typical of his male chauvinism. Even now, he thought that with a few words, I would forgive him.
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What a joke.
“If
you won’t
threatened.
agree,
+20 Bonus
then we’ll get a divorce. Let’s see if a used woman like you can still find someone decent after that,” he
I scoffed. How had I never noticed how disgusting Quintus truly was?
Not only was he unfaithful, but he had no respect for women. He called me a “used woman” as if I were something disposable.
I let out a low, mocking laugh. “Divorce? I’d love that.”
Quintus looked at me in shock. “What did you just say? You want a divorce? And you’re happy about it?”
I gave him a calm nod.
His face twisted in anger. “How dare you ask for a divorce? You’re so mediocre. It’s a miracle that you even got to marry me. If
anyone should ask for a divorce, it should be me! How dare you bring it up?”
For years, he called me “average” or “mediocre“.
Whenever we drove past another woman, his eyes would wander.
One of his friends would joke, “Better watch out, or your wife’s going to get jealous and punish you.“,
He would laugh loudly and say, “That’s not my fault! Blame her for being built like that and having bad skin. All men love beauty,
Why should I be punished for it?”
If I got upset, he would dismiss me by saying. “It was just a joke. If you’re mad, that’s your problem. People need to joke around at
social events. You need to lighten up if you want to fit in.”
For years, I had been the fool, being the butt of the joke.
Then one day, I happened to see him with Vanessa at a business event. She was draped over his arm, practically melting into him.
He looked down at her with such tenderness, making sure she wasn’t too drunk.
A friend of his saw me coming to pick him up and nudged him.
Yet, he simply smiled and said, “It’s fine. My wife is very understanding.”
I had been so understanding that I stood by and watched my husband openly love another woman.
I had thought that if I was patient enough, he would eventually come back to me.
In the end, I lost my child, and he lost his future.
His so–called true love had led to our destruction, yet he still refused to see the truth and tried to put the blame on me.
