Chapter 5
Samir has never seen a different side to me before. It's always the soft, affectionate and kind persona I've always shown to him.
He hadn't expected me to stand my ground on the words that I would not go down on my knees to beg for his and his mistress's forgiveness. Even as I waited truly for him to do his worst.
My gaze slowly grew into bewilderment as the door swung wide open and three huge men dressed in a formal suit strolled into the scene.
Samir then raised a finger to point at me. "Hold her down," he instructed, and those men instantly swerved to my side as two out of the three latched a grip on each side my arm.
I couldn't fight against their huge and steady force as I was forced down to my knees.
"What is this?" I quizzed in irritation. He couldn't get me to beg out of my own willingness and decided to make me do it against my will? "I might be on my knees but you're not getting that apology you so much crave for. You and your stupid mistress can both suck it!" I spat with as much bitterness that coated my face.
He smirked, a devious expression on his face as he came closer with his she-devil clung close to him.
"Since you wouldn't beg, why don't we let go of morals then? Rose, make her pay for what she did to you." Samir's words leaked with primal viciousness, his cold gaze locked with mine as he stared me down with hatred.
"Aww, thanks baby."
I watched as the whore left his side and came to stand in front of me. I looked up at her, unshaken and rather defiant.
"Bitch get your eyes off me!" She knocked my face down with a slap.
I hadn't even recovered when another hit slammed down on me.
"What happened to that power you think you had now bitch?" She questioned as she yanked on my hair, forcing my head to tilt backwards as she spoke into my face.
Her face lowered, to mock me further but I took the opportunity to spit out directly into her face.
Her grip on my head faltered as she cringed back in awe. "How dare you?!" She yelled whilst trying to get rid of my spit on her face.
The two men holding me down suddenly let go of me as they stepped away from me. I guess he's done his worse and still couldn't get me in line with his demand.
I pulled myself back together as I rose to my feet. I sighted my purse not too far from where I stood so I went over to retrieve it.
I brought out the divorce papers I'd folded neatly into the purse before I left home alongside the pen I took with it.
He wanted divorce so bad he'd let me be this humiliated? To hell with his love or affection.
At the moment I no longer care about how much time I've wasted on him, how long I've pined for him.
'It wasn't worth it, it was never worth it.' Those were my thoughts as I laid down the papers and scribble my signature right where it was needed.
Once done I walked over to where he stood with his mistress sobbing dramatically on his chest. I stretched the paper out for him to take.
"There you have it. You're no longer married to me. We're over, and you can shove your ten million worth of pennies right back up your pathetic sorry excuse of an ass." I didn't even wait for him to collect the paper before I slammed it into his chest and proceeded to leave the scene.
"Wait." His voice called back from behind, and I took a pause with my steps to hear the nonsense he's about to leak.
"I don't want you or your belongings still scrambling around my apartment when I get back home. Do you understand?"
I let out a dark chuckle. "You'll be the one to get rid of those yourself, right now will be the last time you'll ever set your eyes on me…." I whirled my face around so we could stare directly into each other's eyes.
"So I reckon you take a long look, Samir. Because you're about to wish you've never met me." I said to him, then turned around and walked out of the exit.
And that was it.
Five years of my life gone just like that without an achievement to account for it. All because I was in love and believed in fairytales.
Contrary to the happy ever after I longed for, I was gifted with a dark feeling as a reward. The need to get even, to hurt him back the same way he hurt me.
Divorce was what I deserved after years of loyalty and dedication. My wrath, my vengeance was what he deserved and I'll make sure he gets it.
I took my phone out to call my brother so he could send me a ride to take me home.
We hadn't even finished the phonecall when a SUV drove into the arena and parked right in front of me. A manly figure stepped out to open the door for me to get on board.
"Miss Kane." He bowed at me respectfully.
"It's Miss Addams," I corrected him, and I smirk at how powerful it felt.
"I'll see you soon." I said to my brother who I remained on call with as I hung up and got into the car.
Samir Kane thought I was no one, said I was a lonely pathetic woman he took pity on. I've had a crush on him since forever and he has never noticed, I dedicated myself to him and it wasn't enough.
He doesn't know I am. And I think it's high time he does.
It's time for the world to meet Rahne Leticia Addams. Daughter and heiress to the Addams' Legacy.