Chapter 8 Met Gala Award 3

Are you not the lady from Hawaii, she asked and what are you doing here, Brindle Chuckled, oh dear Natalia, my dear Natalie, as you can see, I came to take what's rightfully mine............

In shock and anger, Natalie demanded an explanation. "What is the meaning of this? What are you babbling about, Brindle?" Natalie's eyes searched for answers, her heart pounding with a mix of confusion and frustration.

Brindle chuckled, relishing the dramatic moment she had orchestrated. "Oh, dear Natalie, Richard and are planning to finally be together after he thought I was dead for so many years. Don't worry my love I am now back, she said and touched his face This divorce is just the beginning. I'm carrying his child, and we're going to be a loving family soon."

"Haha," Natalia laughed, dismissing Brindle's claims. "What are you talking about? Are you that delusional or you're losing your mind? Do you even know my husband? There's no way what you're saying is true. This is all made up," she laughed out of frustration again.

"I should be the one laughing here, Natalie," Brindle responded.

"I don't believe any of this. I think you both are trying to put on an act here," Natalie said with a nervous laugh.

"No, this is not. Go ahead, ask him. He's right here before you," Brindle urged.

Natalie walked to him, "Richy, say something. What is she talking about? Tell her all this isn't true. This divorce is not real; you're just trying to prank," Natalie asked him while shaking, her eyes searching for any answer.

Richard stood there with his face still buried, and tears began to stream down his face. "Why are you crying, Richard?" she asked as she swiftly wiped his tears away. "I just want you to tell this woman that you were just joking," she said.

"Answer me," she said, hitting his chest. "Answer me, Richy!" she cried. Brindle intervened, dragging her away from Richard. Natalie rushed to him again, demanding, "Why aren't you saying anything? Say something!" she shouted at him........

"Everything is true, Nate. From the divorce letter to what she is saying," Richard said in a loud voice. Everyone in the room witnessing what was going on went, "Whoa," cameras taking pictures, media trying to get a trending topic for their outlets. Natalie crumbled, unable to believe her ears. Stammering, she asked, "Wh-wha-what are you saying?"

"You heard him right," Brindle said. "Keep quiet, Natalie," she added angrily. "Just shi," she said.

"I want him to repeat what he said again," Natalie said to Richard. Unable to talk, Richard repeated, "This is a divorce letter, and I want a divorce from you."

Hearing it for the second time, Natalie rushed to him, shaking, asking if this was a joke. But he repeated it. Hearing it for the third time, she walked backward, her hands in her face, tears dropping continuously. She fell backward on the floor, crying out loud. "No," she said and cried. Richard wanted to help her back on her feet when Brindle held him to stop.

The audience responded angrily to the unfolding events. Natalie's team members rushed over to help, attempting to help her get back on her feet. Her stare remained fixated on Robert, her demeanor betraying weakness as if she were facing death. Nonetheless, she gave up control as she moved around the stage, propelled by an unstable walk. She careened from one point to another in a condition of decreased consciousness, hitting barriers and falling, her heart racing with palpable intensity.

Natalie attempted to shelter herself from the invasive cameras as the media flocked around her, hammering her with questions. Their concerns ranged from challenging the situation's legitimacy to seeking an explanation for the unfolding events. Despite her efforts to separate herself, the media's unrelenting pursuit continued, intensifying with each step she took, seeking answers to the confusing events that had just occurred.

She rushed along the street, distraught and in tears, avoiding the media. One of her heels appeared to have been lost in the fight with the reporters, and she grasped her gown to avoid any mistakes of falling. She frantically yelled out to a passing taxi, wanting to get away from the overpowering scenario.

In the hall, chaos ensued as the media and onlookers took control of the event. Reporters rushed to the stage where Mr. Wood stood, bombarding him with questions about the dramatic scene that had unfolded.

He walked past them, ensuring the media couldn't approach him, with his guards strategically blocking their path. Each step he took seemed burdened with shame. Brindle hurried to catch up with him.

"Madam, where are you going?" the taxi driver asked. Natalie didn't say a word, her eyes swollen with tears, her makeup all ruined. "Where are you going?" the taxi driver asked again. Natalie, who sat at the back of the car, half alive and half-conscious, replied, "Take me anywhere."

"Anywhere?" the taxi driver asked. "Anywhere far away from the world," she said. The driver, looking confused, continued to drive.

After driving for more than an hour, the driver stopped the car. "Madam, please get down. I can't go any longer; it's past midnight, and I need to go home and rest," he said. Natalie sat there, her eyes still gazing into the air. "Get down, please!" the driver shouted.

"My money," he asked. Natalie removed her necklace. "I have no money," she said, giving it to the man. He drove off, leaving her in the middle of nowhere. She went down on her knees, crying out in a loud voice, "No! Why did you do this to me, Richy? Why?"

"That was so unnecessary, Brindle. Everything you did out there was not necessary," Richard said angrily to Brindle when they got home.

"What did you expect? You were taking longer than expected. I had to come through," Brindle said arrogantly.

"For Christ's sake, Brindle, have some mercy. When did you become like this? The fact that I love you and want to live the rest of my life with you doesn't mean you should act this way. Just chill out," he said, with his hands moving angrily from one place to the other.

He walked out, holding his phone, and dialing Natalie's number. "Please pick up, pick up," he said frustratingly, still dialing her number, but it wasn't going through. "I hope you're okay," he muttered and took his car, driving speedily away.

Natalie walked on the street of nowhere, her eyes brimming with tears, dragging herself like a lost soul wandering on earth. Her once pretty gown was now completely ruined with tears, rain, and makeup. Her hair looked messy, and the cloudy sky above her echoed the turmoil within her, with thunder striking in the distance.

"Brake, brake! Press on the brake, and stop the truck, there's someone on the road! Stop it!" a man urgently shouted to his companion who was driving the truck. However, it seemed like the truck's brakes had failed. "OMG, OMG, stop!" he pleaded again, but the driver, frustrated, responded, "I can't. I'm trying to stop the car," as the truck continued moving uncontrollably in different directions.

Before Natalie could move from the street, the truck's lights hit her face, prompting her to cover her eyes with her hands. Paralyzed, her legs refused to carry her to safety. She stared at the approaching truck, its speed increasing, while the man inside shouted for her to move and waved frantically. Without uttering a word, she relived the painful moment in the hall when Richard handed her the divorce letter on what should have been her celebratory night, a night meant to celebrate her hard work. However, it turned into a night of disgrace orchestrated by the man she loved. In a matter of seconds, the truck struck her forcefully, propelling her to the other side of the road, where she landed harshly, blood spreading around her lifeless form.