Chapter 4 0004

A tight knot gripped me as I parked outside the gigantic building stretched out before me, the noir signboard at the top of the building, bearing the words 'WESTON's CORP.'

I had finally arrived at Sebastian's company, but for a moment, I remained in my car, trying to compose my unraveling nerves.

I eventually heaved out a sigh before finally stepping out of the car. Though I still looked pale and sickly, and my hair was disheveled, I knew Sebastian wouldn't mind, considering the good news I had come to deliver.

I ignored the murmurs of the gossipmongers in the company as I sauntered down to the elevator. I could feel their disbelief about seeing me like this. I could feel their resentment towards me. I knew they had all seen the news about my divorce from Sebastian. I knew they were all wondering what I was doing at the company. But that didn't matter to me. I didn't care about any of them. If anything, I was more focused on seeing my lovely husband again.

I took the elevator to the top floor, where Sebastian's office was located. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, the first person I ran into was the wretched bitch who ruined my marriage-- Lydia Walker.

She was discussing with Sebastian's secretary before I walked in but I guessed her attention was drawn when she noticed my presence.

I stood my ground as her sharp hazel eyes darted to me, her face contorting to a glare.

"The fuck do you think you're doing here? I thought..."

I beat her to it. "I'm here to see my husband. The one whom you planned to steal from me but unfortunately, your plan isn't going to work." I smiled mirthlessly. "Now, if you'd excuse me," I said and was about to leave when she firmly grabbed my hand, prompting me to pause.

Lydia quickly ordered the secretary to get Sebastian while she remained in the lobby with me but that was my mistake. I wasn't thinking enough to catch what she was up to until we were finally alone.

"Get out," She barked, turning to me.

"Let go!" I retorted, forcefully flinging my hand from her hold. But that simple, harmless action made Lydia stagger back until she lost her balance and landed on the floor.

Confusion washed over me as I couldn't comprehend her dramatic reaction. But just then, she gave a loud cry and unfortunately, Sebastian just happened to walk into us with his secretary by his side.

His eyes traveled from mine to his fiancee on the floor and instantly, anger surged through him as he redirected his gaze to me.

I was legit scared when I witnessed the pure anger and hatred swirling in his expression.

"What have you done?" He demanded in a calm yet annoyed tone.

"B- baby," I tried to speak but Lydia interrupted us.

"She pushed me, honey. Your ex-wife pushed me because I tried to stop her from going in." She lied unwavering, further breaking down in crocodile tears. "I knew how busy you were today. I tried to explain to her to come back some other time, but she fucking pushed me, knowing I'm pregnant. Goddamnit."

I was stunned into silence for a moment, in utter shock regarding her lies. How could she lie so blatantly?

I swiftly turned to Sebastian and wanted to defend myself by telling the truth but he beat me to it when he silenced my lips with a hard slap to my face.

I staggered back in bewilderment, instinctively cradling my face as I tried to regain my composure. Tears burned in my eyes as I blinked weakly, trying to grapple with the reality that my lovely husband had just hit me.

My lips slightly parted, and I slowly shifted my gaze to him, still in disbelief. "You, you hit me." I blurted out. I couldn't believe it.

Sebastian barked at me. "And I would do it again if you don't get the fuck out of this place this minute!"

"Sebastian," tears rolled down my face as I called his name, my heart shattered by his words.

Like my day couldn't get any worse, my mother-in-law walked in. She charged towards me upon spotting me.

"I have told you I never want to see you close to my son again, haven't I?" She snapped at me, her orbs dancing with resentment.

"Just go, Kristine. Leave." Sebastian urged me. He continued indifferently, disregarding the fact that his Secretary and some staff were present as he told me. "You disgust me, Kristine. I never want to see you again. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't come near me or my wife again. We're over, it's high time you accept it."

My heart clenched painfully as I absorbed his words. I was heartbroken, and I couldn't find it in me to remain in their presence or tell them the news. It was true what Amelia told me earlier, Sebastian didn't deserve to know shit. He wasn't just a fucking cheater, he was abusive. He hit me without remorse. At this point, I didn't think I could still find it in me to call him my husband.

I swallowed hard, staring at Sebastian for some time. There was still no remorse in his expression. I knew I couldn't waste my time any further, and with that, I turned back and walked to the elevator.

I was bathed with shame and disgrace as I rode down the elevator, hearing the comments of the employees riding with me. They judged me hard.

'I wonder what she's doing here. I thought they were over.'

'She came to beg.'

'She was rejected. Boss kicked her out.'

They whispered within themselves, but I heard them clearly. I fought to maintain composure. They wouldn't see me break there. They wouldn't.

***

Never had I imagined earlier that I'd be returning to Amelia's home with a tear-stained face, a broken heart, and a shameful expression, considering my optimism with my visit to Sebastian's. Amelia had warned me, but I didn't listen. At that moment, I really wished I had.

It was past 8 pm by the time I found the courage to return to Amelia's home, having nowhere else to go.

My thumb trembled as I dug it into the doorbell socket. I was mortified but I knew Amelia wouldn't turn her back to me. She's the only one I've got left.

It didn't take long before the front door swung open, revealing Amelia, whose face was contorted with slumber. It seemed I had disrupted her sleep. How annoying of me.

Upon seeing me, astonishment marred her face and she quickly rubbed her eyes to confirm it was truly myself.

"Kristine?"

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat, my eyes brimming with tears.

"Jezz, what the hell happened?" She inquired, noticing my tears.

"He- He wouldn't hear me out." I blurted out, my heart burning intensely with hurt. "He rejected me." Tears choked me and I willingly broke down in them. I was exhausted from holding back the tears that had been threatening to burst through me. Amelia was my safe space and I knew I could rely on her.

"Oh, my goodness, Kris..." Her voice was laden with sadness as she pulled me into an embrace. We hugged each other tightly as I cried on her shoulder.

"I'm tired of it, Amy," I cried with pain piercing my heart. "Make it stop."

"You have to stay strong, my love. You have to stay strong. It's not the end of the world." Amelia said as she patted my back soothingly. "He isn't worth it."

We remained in that position for a moment before Amelia eventually pulled away. She drew me inside and closed the door behind us before cupping my cheeks.

"I need you to promise me right here, Kristine."

My sobs quieted down as I looked at her with a neutral expression. I sniffled, my fragile orbs flickering between hers.

"Promise me you're going to make them pay! For the disgrace they made you go through. Promise you won't let this slide. That you're going to seek retribution. You will make every single one of them regret what they've done to you. Promise me!"

Her words incited more tears to rush down my cheeks and my face twisted with bitterness.

However, Amelia continued resolutely. "No more weakness in you, Kris. Fuck being calm! You're going to rebuild your life from scratch and your success will be your revenge. Promise me. Be the vengeful ex-wife that they want. You will do this for the sake of your unborn, Promise me, Kristine! Damnit!"

More tears rushed down my cheeks as I struggled to form a response. I couldn't speak; I could only nod repeatedly, and Amelia understood.

We embraced each other tightly again, my expression conveying my promise to her, and to my unborn child.