Chapter One

Thora's POV

It ends now

I squeezed hard on the clothes, holding Quentin’s shirt like an exhibit for a crime scene.

“Hmmm. Cherry Kiss.” I observed the lip gloss very well. This wasn't mine.

“Not even trying to hide it anymore, right?”

Interesting then.

I tossed the shirt over on the bed, still examining it like a doctor on his patient.

This is the third time in two months.

Damn!

My darling husband, Quentin has been cheating on me ever since with a woman I don't care to know her name. I knew all these while, I was just waiting for the right time, or perhaps, hoping he'd change.

But since he's a bitch, it's better I treat him like one.

With a beautiful smile and mild but angered heart, I opened the drawer and pulled a folder, that's my wonderful master piece; Our divorce papers.

I looked at his face, those mischievous ears glowing still on the portrait.

“Three days ago, Quentin, I've been ready.” I wish he could hear these words in that gala, it would help him a lot. He needs to be prepared.

“Oh poor Quentin.” I mocked, mimicking a silly version of myself.

“It's alright, baby. It's for the best…”

Slimy bastard!!

I ain't gonna cry for him, not even going to shout. For what in particular?

I'll just deal with him accordingly.

I folded his shirt carefully and placed it over the folder, where I found it.

“I really hope she's worth half your estate…”

My posh car pulled over at the venue, the queen has arrived.

My face flushed with a beautiful smile, the cameras flashing. Security scaring them away and made way for me.

I walked in, the champagne flowing, all eyes on me, my aura and glowing beauty dominated the area.

Quentin was at the center, drowning in questions and attention.

I raised my hands, just so he'll notice.

That old silly smile played out again on his sexy face.

He's just…

“Baby!” He hugged me tightly,I wanted to whisper it in his ears, no, let me give him some time.

“You made it.”

“Of course.” He kissed my cheek. “Wouldn't miss it. Not for anything in the world.” I smiled. “I've got something for you. A gift…”

He giggled and raised me up in the air, swinging me around in joy.

I gulped in my champagne and took a glass of whiskey.

“You'll need it…” I whispered.

I pulled out my masterpiece from my back, and served him grandly like the King he was.

I know his bitch would be here, I don't care, I'm happy she's here to witness it.

I tapped my glass softly, calling attention.

“I appreciate you all for coming to grace this event.” He was surprised.

“But today, my baby and I are celebrating. And we want you all to be part of it…”

He squeezed my hand, raised his eyebrows, seeking an explanation. You won't be getting any, today, baby boy.

“Here's to new beginnings. Yours… and mine.”

“To new beginnings…” They all cheered.

I did not even allow the drinks to go down their throats completely and I handed him the divorce papers.

He spat out his and choked.

We're just beginning.

“What the hell are you doing?” He whispered.

I just smiled and walked away.

He tried to grab my wrist, cameras flash, I don't flinch, not anymore.

I yanked his hand away and smiled with ice cold eyes.

"Touch me again, and I’ll add assault to the petition."

He froze…

Paparazzi were definitely gonna spread it. That's just what I wanted.

I walked away gallantly, shaking my ass for him to see what he's lost, if his mistress is any closer, my heels clicking on the cold floor that was consumed with whispers and murmurs.

I heard them.

“... She's bluffing… She'll go back… They always do…”

Then you all think I'm joking…

I reversed my car without blinking, “it's over.”

The next day, I was standing in front of bare walls, new keys jingling in my hands, a new air, a fresh start.

My phone was buzzing with messages. Annoying text messages.

“Please tell me you're not serious.”

Oh hell yeah! I'm serious, mom.

“Stop this madness. You're embarrassing yourself.” No, Blythe, my lovely sister. Thank you for your concerns, but I'm fine.

I tossed the phone on the chair and opened my jewelry box.

There's still more to do.

The gem on the ring glowed in my eyes, but it stunk to my nose.

The ring glints under the light.

"You were just a lie on my finger." I winked. “I'll miss you little friend.”

I went outside and crushed it on the pavement and threw away the pieces.

“Goodbye, Quentin.” I grinned. I've had enough.

The crackling sound of the burning photos was soothing to my soul.

I gulped in some champagne.

“To freedom. To a new me...”

“Goodbye, weak girl.”

I'll miss you.

Aha, I scurried back to my phone and dialed a number.

I had deleted his contact long ago. I dialed a new number.

"Vexler & Co, how can I help you?"

The receptionist greeted me.

"Tell Mr. Vexler I accept the offer. Full-time."

We're just beginning.

Later that afternoon, I went to pick up Avis from school.

I noticed her long face, she must've heard about it.

She sat quietly in the backseat, sipping from her juice can.

"Mommy?"

I knew it. Let it out baby.

"Yes, baby?"

She leaned in closer.

"Why was Daddy crying on TV?"

I blinked, my heart skipped a beat. How did she see that part? Well, it's still good.

"He was holding your picture. He said he lost his whole world." She explained, tears almost dropped from her eyes.

I drive slower now, after a brief pause and a deep breath, I gave her my presidential speech.

"Sometimes... people don’t know what they have until they destroy it."

I smiled and wiped away her tears.

"Is he sad now?"

She asked innocently.

"Very. But we’re not."

That part always gave me joy.

I held the steering wheel with one hand and reached out for her hand and squeezed it into mine.

"We’re starting something better, sweetheart. You’ll see."

Suddenly, my phone beeped with a text message.

“You can't leave this marriage! I'll hunt you down…”