Chapter 3 Anna's POV

I saw with my own two eyes, my marraige break into pieces. Not just my marraige, but my friendship, my spine, my whole life just broke into pieces right in front of my own two eyes and all I did was nothing but cry.

I wanted to go closer to Oscar and beg him over and over again until he accepts me back into his life, but clearly, Chelsea had stolen his soul and zipped it up in her purse. It felt like in the twinkle of an eye, the man I once loved and I thought had loved me too, suddenly turned into a stranger; an enemy.

"But I have done everything I could for you, Oscar. I gave you my kidney when you needed it, my own blood runs through your viens, I sacrificed my sanity and joy, just to make you, my husband happy. Is this how you repay me?" I asked, trying to hold back my tears so that I do not appear weak before the two love monsters.

Suddnely, Oscar got down from the bathtub, grabbed a towel and walked up to me. He firmly held my hand and pulled me to the bedroom like a puppet, then he dragged me to the study table, opened a file and slapped it on my face, next, he picked a pen and handed it over to me. I could see the sudden hatred in his eyes. If I was a wolf, the stentch of hatred would have choked my lungs.

"Say no more word, Anna. Sign those papers and get the fuck out. I have helped you arrange your stuff. Whatever you did for me is in the past now. It is something anyone could have done. If you had not been around, Chelsea would have wholeheartedly given up even her life for me. What you did to me is worse than what I am about to do to you." Oscar's word echoed in my ears, sending chills down my spine.

But what exactly did I do to Oscar? Why can't he just tell my straight up what I did? Maybe Chelsea had told him lies, maybe this is all a misunderstanding. But he was not ready to even give me a listening ear.

I suddenly felt an outburst of courage within me. I did not ask any more questions. I simply grabbed the pen out of his hand and signed the divorce papers with the most ugly writing the world had ever seen. I then stood up to him, trying to be a badass girl.

"You know what, Oscar? Fine! Fine, it's over, it's over for you, but not for me. You can fuck Chelsea all you want, I do not care. But mark my words, Oscar, I will return. And when I do, you will get on your fucking kneels and beg for mercy because I did not do anything to deserve this!" I spat on his face. But almost immediately, he pulled my hair and silenced me with a hot slap, something I could swear that my husband would never do; lay his hands on me.

"You will be silent and you will get the fuck out of my house. I should have known better than accept you as a wife! You fucking cheated on me? And lied to me? And here you are acting like you are an angel? Like you don't know what you did?" He roared.

My eyes went wide open in utter shock and confusion, "Cheated? Cheated?! Oscar listen, I swear I did not..."

"Enough! I do not want to hear any more of your fucking lies. I know the truth! Leave, bitch!"

With the tears in my eyes, I picked up my bag and some few items that I could carry, then I gave one last look at the house -our house, and drove off.

I drove to the Greg's family house to inform Vivian and the rest of the family of what their son, Oscar had done. But it was a mistake I paid for dearly.

Vivian rose from her seat and spilled her bowl of hot soup on my body, followed by a gland of disgusting saliva from her mouth. "I made him do it, bitch! You are nothing but a cheat, a freak and a liar! We accepted you into this home and you forgot your place. You are banished from the Greg's family. Don't you ever step foot in here or you will pay dearly for it!"

"And oh, leave the car. It belongs to the Gregs." Micheal, Oscar's younger brother said and laughed at my demise. "I need another car in my garage. Your legs will do just fine!" He added.

As soon as I left the house in shame and embarrasment, I began to cry like a baby. Where will I now go to? Chelsea's? I scoffed. My parents? They have rejected me too. Practically, I was all alone in ths world with not assest, no friend and family, no car, no house to lay my head.

I began to stroll to a closeby bar in Cornway street, over 50 meters from me. As I strolled along the lonely road, I tried to remember what Oscar meant when he said I cheated on him. How? When? I have never seen another man's dick in my entire life. Then what lie had Chelsea told him?

As soon as I got to the bar, I ordered for 3 bottles of Balkan Vodka. One bottle cost $3,200 in this bar and it did not bother me. My plan for tonight was to get drunk from binge drinking with every last penny in my account until I either die from cardiac arrest or any other alcohol posioning.

Or I would be thrown out into the streets where I would get smashed by a car and die a sad, lonely death. Either way, I knew that I was going to meet my twin sister in heaven today. My life no longer had any use and purpose. So, why not end it?

And so, I began to gulp in large amounts of Vodka. It bit my tounge and I liked it. For a moment, I forgot about the pain I was feeling. So, my heart begged for more. I finished one whole bottle and popped the next.

I was getting intoxicated and I could tell that everyone who saw me drinking must have been shocked. Why would a lady be drinking a Balkan? Not one bottle, but three?

I finshed the first, second and third bottle, but my depression was still not cured. I could still hear Oscar's cold words echo in my ear. His words broke me, they broke my heart and I could do anything to get rid of Oscar from my DNA, I never should have met Oscar, ever.

"Another bottle, bartender," I slurred, my intoxication level high as the chandelier hung in the ceiling of the bar.

As soon as I was handed the bottle, I popped it open and was about to empty the contents into my mouth when suddenly, someone held my hand and grabbed the bottle away from me.

"You've had enough drink for the night, Anna. Come on, let me take you home." The person's deep, caring voice suddenly called out.

I was not conscious and my vision was really blur, but from the little I could see, the man was wearing a suit and dark shades. I could smell his aura, very adorable, he was defintely using a rich spray.

"Who the fuck are you?" I slurred, trying to get back my drink.

"I am your ticket to vengeace, Anna. Ready to rewrite your story?"

Immediately, I fainted.