Claimed By My Billionaire Enemy

CHAPTER 003 - THE LAST STRAW

SABRINA'S POV

“Enough for God's sake!”

“If you want someone to blame, then look at your son! He is one who started a family with another woman behind my back. He is the one who left Christian all alone at the park while he was out with his other wife…doing only God knows what! He is the one who killed our son!” I broke down again, but I held the tears back.

The room was quiet, until Ava's voice broke the silence. “Mother… Father…”

Agatha and Edward turned to her then, their jaws dropping in shock. I guess they didn't notice that their son's “second” wife was in the room.

From the look on their faces, it was obvious they knew who she was. Christian and I had been the only fools who had no idea that the man we called family only saw us as some kind of rotting leftovers.

Agatha gasped audibly. “Oh my goodness…Ava darling, when did you get here?”

Ava ignored her question. “So, it's true. My own husband was already married when he married me? And you all kept quiet about it?”

I couldn't tell if she was angry or just shocked, maybe both. But in a split second, her hand connected sharply with Silas cheek, leaving a stinging slap that made him stumble back.

She didn't say anything, she just eyed him from head to toe before storming out.

Silas glared at me then, his face twisted with fury. “This is your fault!" He shouted, his voice rough and raw.

“Everything… all this mess… It's all your fault. If you hadn't been so busy with work. If you had been a better wife to me, a better Mother to Christian… then none of this would have happened. You destroyed this family. It's all on you!”

The words hit me like a physical blow.

“Don't.” I whispered, shaking my head slowly. “Don't you dare put this on me.”

“If I didn't work as much as I did, how else was I supposed to feed you and your entire family while that stupid ass company of yours keeps failing, huh?!”

His face darkened, just as his parents gasped in unison.

They never liked it. They never liked when I reminded them that I was the one keeping this family afloat. That without me, there would be no roof over their heads, no food on their table, and no company left to boast about.

Oh, his second wife had turned out to be my boss. The owner of a restaurant. A five-star hotspot that sat at the very top in the whole country, and had always been rumoured to be owned by a billionaire—Ava Cressida.

Life really had a twisted sense of humor, didn't it?

I didn't know how much she might have handed them, but I damn well knew how many debit alerts hit my phone every single day, all thanks to his parents’ reckless spending. They acted like my paycheck was their personal inheritance, like I had been born to work just so they could live comfortably off my sweat.

Silas moved toward me just then, his eyes burning with rage. “You ungrateful—”

He raised his hand, clearly aiming to strike me, but I caught his wrist midair, and forced it down with everything in me. “Don't you dare lay your filthy hand on me.” I said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, his parents started to scream at my face, cursing me and blaming me for their son's infidelity, for the downfall of their son's company, for Christian's death, for everything they could think of.

That was it. I brushed past them, and stormed out of the room without a word.

My feet carried me almost blindly to the hospital’s restroom. The moment the door shut behind me, my knees gave out. I slid down the wall, and let it all out.

I cried until my throat was raw. Until my chest felt empty, and my fingers twitched with exhaustion.

My phone buzzed in my pocket at that moment. I slowly reached for it. It was a text from Grace, one of my coworkers.

I wiped my face and read the text…”Sabrina, I can't believe this. The boss just announced that you're fired. She said you had an affair with her husband. Everyone is shocked. We didn't think you were that kind of person.”

The phone slipped from my hand.

And I just sat there, motionless and numb.

***

The house had never felt so empty.

Christian’s toys were still sitting in the corner of the living room, untouched.

And even his little drawings were still taped to the fridge. Every time I walked by, I stopped and looked at them. I wanted to take them down, but I couldn’t.

Days passed, then weeks. His funeral had come and gone. People stopped calling, the neighbors stopped asking how I was holding up, and even the members from church stopped visiting and offering help.

Silas didn’t even bother hiding his infidelity anymore. He came home less and less.

He probably thought I was too lost in my grief to care anymore. And he was right. I didn't care at all. Even though it felt like there was a hand persistently squeezing the inside of my chest, I still didn't care.

The man I had fallen madly in love with was long gone. The man who had lit up the sky with countless fireworks just to propose to me was long gone. There was nothing left to hold on to. Not even scraps.

Morning came sooner than I thought it would.

I couldn’t face another night in the empty house, so I had spent it at my best friend's place, Natalie. She had comforted me through the night. And this morning before I left, she had even persuaded me to leave everything behind, and move far away with her.

But I needed time, even though I had no idea what for.

When I got home, Silas was sitting on the couch… with Ava.

She was laughing at something he said, a glass of wine in her hand, her legs crossed like she owned the house.

I scoffed with disbelief, wondering why she was here laughing so freely as if the anger, the betrayal, and the humiliation of that day had been erased? Like she had forgotten how Silas played with the both of us?

“Oh, she is finally here.” She smiled when she saw me.

Silas pointed to a couch. “Have a seat. We have something important to discuss with you.” He said.

I stayed standing, my arms crossed. “Go on.”

Silas looked at me, then snorted. “Okay, suit yourself then.”

I watched as he reached into the table in front of him, and pulled out a document.

“Let's get divorced.” He said casually, dropping it open on the table.

I stayed still.

Ava stood up then. “You probably didn't see this coming, but sorry to disappoint you, Sabrina. There is no way I would leave my husband for you. You might have been married to him first, but I knew him way before you even thought of existing in his life. He loved me first.”

Maybe she was expecting me to throw my self on the floor, hold Silas' legs and beg him not to abandon me… but over my dead body! I had been through enough shame already. No more, please.

Very composedly, I walked over, picked the pen and sighed readily on the document.

Still very composedly, I walked away to my room, shuffled my belongings into my huge luggage, and came back out.

I was about to push the front door open when Silas called my name, almost too loud. "Sabrina,"

I turned slowly.

He was on his feet now, his eyes wide with something unfamiliar.

Ava grabbed his arm, like she was trying to stop him from going out of character, but he took a step forward, not paying any attention to her.

“Are you leaving just like that?” He asked.

I chuckled dryly. “What do you mean?”

He took another step forward. “Maybe we should just talk and—”

I cut him off with a scoff. “You lied to me. You cheated on me. You betrayed me. You caused our son's death. Do you still expect me to beg to remain your wife? To foolishly continue to love, obey and provide for you after all that? Please, don't be so stupid, Silas!” I laughed under my breath. “If anything, I should be making you pay.”

He stood still. The veins in his neck were almost popping out but he still didn't say anything.

Well, that was it for me. I didn't care about what else he had to say.

I finally walked out of the house, the cold morning hair hitting my face.

I kept waking, and didn't look back. Not even once.

But, it was only goodbye for now.