"We are getting divorced, Eva," Rick says, his face blank. I feel like I have been stabbed with a thousand knives right to my chest.
I had played this scene over and over again in my head at least a thousand times for the past three months since I caught my 'best friend' and my soon-to-be ex-husband in the same bed, his dick buried deep inside her pussy. I won't deny that I wasn't hurt because I was hurt. Two people, whom I loved the most, betrayed me.
Once upon a time, I used to tell people that I had the best husband and the best, best friend in the world. I want to laugh at just how naive I was.
"Okay." I nod, stoically, "You have the papers?" I get on my feet and walk out of behind the desk of my studies.
It was never this awkward and tense between us. Not even during the last three months. Because I never asked him why he did that to me. He knew that I knew but he never tried to explain anything to me. I wonder what is his reason. Did he only want to use me? Did he never love me even for a moment?
Rick pulls out some signed documents and puts them down on the table counter before me. He offers me the pen and I take it silently. My finger clenches around the slik body of the pen for a brief moment and my tears start to spill out but I hold it back. I refuse to cry for a person who cheated on me, who played with my love. Now all I have for him is a lot of shit that I want him to ditch into. I hate him.
I sign the documents robotically, showing no emotion or reaction. I am not about to give him more pleasure in seeing me throw a tantrum over this.
I return the documents.
Rick flips through the documents, making sure that everything is in place. He looks up at me, "I wanted to talk about something with you," Rick says, his expression turning serious, "I want you to withdraw your shares from the company. Abandon the CEO post."
I arch an eyebrow, "And you think, I'd do that?"
"You have already done that, Eva." A smirk spreads across Rick's face and my heart sinks, "Remember the paper we signed when we got married? It clearly said that you will only be able to hold on to your shares and CEO position in the company as long as you are married to me, otherwise, they are all mine."
I feel like someone just snatched away the ground underneath my feet. I can't believe just how blind I used to be to trust this man with something so important as my company. At that time he gave me some papers and as I used to believe him blindly, I didn't bother reading the papers and signed them.
***
"Babe, I need your signs in some papers. It's important." Rick says as we sit across from each other, digging into our breakfast.
"What kind of paper?" I stop eating and look up at him, curious.
"I am building a cottage in Los Angeles for you." He explains happily, "So I need a few signs for your ownership."
I smile softly at him, "Okay, bring the papers. I will sign it for you."
"Right." He quickly scurries off to our bedroom.
My phone rings and I pick up the call, it's Linda, my best friend.
"Eva!" She exclaims, "Are you free today?"
"More or less after lunchtime," I reply with a hint of a smile.
"Great! I am coming over then."
"Eva, here." Rick places the papers before me.
As Linda keeps blabbing on the phone I don't check the papers and sign the papers. "Fine, fine," I say over the call and get on my feet, ready to leave.
Rick kisses me and smiles at me widely, which I return.
As I get out of the house and get inside my car, Linda abruptly says goodbye and cuts the call. It is a bit fishy but I don't press the matter.
***
Guess I really should have looked into it…
I let out a hypocritical laugh and then grab Rick's collar, we are particularly the same height as I am wearing heels. "You cheating bastard, sleeping with my best friend wasn't enough that you had to take my company from me too?"
"Mind your language, Eva." Rick glares down at me with his brown eyes. For the thousand times after that night three months ago, I feel like Rick's handsome features are the ugliest in the world.
I grit my teeth, "I am not divorcing you."
"You have no choice." Rick sneers, "You have already signed those papers."
"I am withdrawing from the divorce then." Red-hot rage starts to fill my vision, I clench my fist to control the fury swelling inside me. I can hear my pulse thundering in my ears.
"I am afraid that it isn't possible as well." Rick smirks but it doesn't reach his eyes, there is something in his brown eyes, something that I can't put my finger on, "We are already divorced, Eva Volkov, sorry, Eva Blue. There is nothing you can do about it. I just have to go to the court and finalize the papers. You and I are done. Now get out of my damn house."
I gnash my teeth, my knuckles turning white around his collar, my rage is violently threatening to come out and take over my rational self. I stare him down for a moment longer then swing my fist which meets his chin with a horrible cracking sound.
Rick didn't expect me to violate him like this. This is why he loses his footing and crashes to the ground.
"What the fuck, Eva?!" He growls from the ground, there is a small cut on his lips and an ugly bruise on his cheek.
"Fuck you, you motherfucker." I hiss, my leg shooting out from beneath me and kicking right to his guts, "You fucking ruined my life and now you are asking me, 'What the fuck'?" My kicks are relentless as they crush his stomach, making him squirm and hold his stomach because of the pain. "You will pay for this, Rick. Every last bit of it!" I growl.
Rick abruptly grabs my leg and pulls me down. I lose my footing and fall beside him. He quickly takes the chance and slaps me hard, making me lose my vision for a brief moment. My head rings as sharp pain spreads through my skin.
"You fucking bitch." Rick gets on his feet, patting dust off his suit, "You dare to raise your hand against me?"
As I recover from my pain, fury takes over and I kick at his leg, making him fall to his knees. I then return his slap with the same fervor, "Curse you!" I then quickly get up from the ground take my bag and scurry out of the studies of once my home.
Rick calls after me, but I don't look back at him. I am currently resenting myself for ever even falling in love with such a man. For believing him this blindly. I am enraged at myself. All I want to do is now shred my skin to repent for my mistakes. I wish I could start all of this again. I wish I could born again and make my life at least better than what it is now.
I step into our once-shared bedroom and pack all my things. I even take the shits that Rick or Richard Volkove gave me. I have different plans for them.
I sweep a quick glance in the mirror at the corner of the bedroom to check up on my injuries. I have a split lip and a hell of a bruise on my cheek. I swear to myself that this is the last mark Rick will ever get to make on my body and mind. I am on to him.
I pull out my phone as I drag my luggage down the stairwell. I dial a number and the owner picks up at the second ring.
"President." Alex acknowledges.
"In front of my doors, in ten minutes." I order over the phone, "With my lawyer. I am not divorcing Richard."
I will fight him in the court. Even if I can't defeat him, I can at least bring myself time to think about how to get my company back.
I don't know if it will work or not. He has taken my love, my trust but I won't let him take my company, my dignity. I will make him pay for everything he has done to me. I will take back what he has taken from me, piece by piece, everything.