Anastasia
Kelvin disentangled himself from Sarah's embrace, zipping up his pants with a nonchalant air, as if he was simply adjusting his attire, not just moments after being caught in the act of betrayal.
His gaze met mine, and his voice dripped with venom as he sneered, "You know, Anastasia, for a woman as stunning as you, you're astonishingly naive. So blind to the truth that I never had any genuine interest in you from the start."
Each word felt like a razor-sharp slice to my heart, the pain piercing and relentless. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, wiping them away with a fierce determination.
I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. The shards of my shattered heart cut deep, but I stood tall, my eyes locked on his, my spirit unbroken.
"You finally admit it, you wretched bastard," I spat, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill.
"Oh, come on, you saw the signs, but I guess you loved me too much to give up on this worthless arranged marriage." I shook my head, stunned by the depth of my disappointment.
Sarah's sweet tone dripped with malice as she said, "I think she understands it all now. Let's continue this somewhere else, huh?" Her eyes glared at me with evil intent as she grabbed Kelvin's face, pulling him into a passionate kiss right in front of me.
"You worthless bitch!" I hurled my heel at her, anger consuming me. "You crazy thing!" she snarled, striding towards me with fists clenched, ready to fight. But Kelvin intervened, holding her back, while I was pushed to the floor, caught off guard.
"Stop all this and get over the fact that it's over between us," Kelvin sneered. "This marriage was never real."
"Then why did you fucking accept it?" I lashed out, my voice trembling with rage.
Kelvin's smirk revealed his true intentions. "Because I wanted what your stupid, naive, dead grandfather kept for me." The truth hit me like a ton of bricks - he was after the trust fund.
The one thing my grandfather had left for him as a kind of insurance, was all Kelvin had ever wanted. The realization was like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and reeling.
I sprang to my feet, my eyes blazing with indignation. "That's all you wanted? Money?" I taunted, my tone dripping with disdain. Kelvin's expression twisted into a mix of anger and shame, but I didn't relent.
"Well, consider the trust fund mine, because I'll make sure you never lay hands on it, you cheating bastard," I declared, my voice steady and resolute. I snatched up my bag and strode out of the office, leaving Kelvin to ponder the consequences of his actions.
The secretary's concerned query, "How was it, ma'am?" went unanswered as I brushed past her, my anger and determination propelling me forward. I was resolute in my mission to ruin Kelvin, and if that meant refusing him a divorce, so be it. The trust fund would remain mine, and I would make sure he suffered for his betrayal.
My family's opinions, once a burden, now meant nothing to me. I was done with their expectations and their failed attempts at arranging my life.
From this day forward, I would forge my own path, and no one would stand in my way. The fire of revenge burned bright within me, and I would stop at nothing to protect what was rightfully mine.
As I drove back to the mansion, tears streamed down my face, blurring the road ahead. A sense of defeat and desolation washed over me, suffocating me. Kelvin's betrayal was a blow I never saw coming, a wound that cut deep into my soul. I had thought our marriage was a union of two imperfect people working towards a better future, but now I realized I was alone in that endeavor.
Kelvin's indifference, his reluctance to start a family, his emotional distance – all these I had attributed to a phase, a temporary disconnect.
But now, I understood it was a permanent disconnection, a chasm that could never be bridged. And to think it was my best friend, Sarah, who had helped him dig the grave of our marriage, it was a pain too intense to bear.
If only it had been someone else, anyone else, perhaps the sting of betrayal wouldn't have been so sharp. But Sarah, whom I had taken under my wing, whom I had helped rise from poverty, her treachery was a knife twisted in my heart.
I couldn't fathom how she could repay my kindness with such cruelty. The nerve she had, to betray me so brazenly, after everything I had done for her and her family. The thought of it was enough to make my blood boil.
Late that night, Kelvin sauntered into the mansion, his nonchalance a stark contrast to the turmoil that had unfolded earlier. I was in my room, calmly selecting a dress for the next day's visit to my parents, my mind focused on securing the trust fund and ensuring Kelvin's hands would never touch it. His entry into my room was met with a dismissive gaze, as if his presence was merely an inconvenience.
"Why are you still here?" Kelvin asked, his tone laced with disdain. "I thought you'd have packed your bags and left, along with a divorce letter on the table."
Kelvin's expression turned from calm to irate, but I remained unfazed. "You think cheating on me would be a victory for you? I scoffed, my voice dripping with contempt. "There won't be a divorce, Kelvin. You'll suffer for your betrayal."
His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, his voice menacing. "Is that a threat?"
I turned back to my wardrobe, my tone unwavering. "Take it however you like. My decision is final. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need my privacy."
Kelvin's parting words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to be intimidated. "You will regret this, Anastasia. I promise." The cold, threatening tone only fueled my determination. I let his words hang in the air, a challenge accepted. The game had begun, and I was ready to play.