Chapter 005
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Vincent was a smart man but this move would be counterproductive for me.
If I exposed the truth about my relationship with Aiden to the world, It would jeopardize my plans entirely and make him realize I am coming at him for what he did in the past.
But if I didn’t Vincent will take it as evidence that I was lying.
How could I save my revenge and my life?
“Ma’am?”
I raised my head to see Betty.
“You didn’t leave?” I asked her, narrowing my eyes.
“Of course not,” My secretary said and walked into the office. “I could never leave you, besides, you know I’m your best friend”
“Stop calling me, Ma’am then,” I patted the spot beside me, turning to her as my eyes stung with fresh tears.
“Vincent has agreed to stop threatening us,” I informed her and her eyes widened.
“What really?” She jumped, a smile playing on her lips.
I slacked against the wall and a tear rolled down my cheek.
“In exchange, I must tell the entire world how Aiden Wood humiliated, hurt and made me lose our baby…”
Betty’s smile died.
“Wait. What?” she blurted. “Has he gone mad? How can you do that? Over the years you have worked hard to overcome what you went through and now…”
“It's either that,” I swallowed thickly, standing up. “Or he exerts his revenge and ruins our family,” I caught her gaze.
“I want to get my revenge on Aiden and Vincent wants to destroy my family. If I do what Vincent wants, I will save my family and get my revenge on Aiden—“
“At what cost?” Betty breathed, her eyes stinging with tears.
“My dignity, identity, and everything I’ve built.” We locked eyes. “I’m so unlucky with men, Betty.”
She tightened her grip on me. “But there is nothing I can’t sacrifice for family.”
“Make all the preparations, when I wake up tomorrow, I want to be dolled up by the best stylists,” I wiped a tear that escaped my eyes.
“I want to look nothing short of perfection. If I am going to do down, I want to do like a freaking queen”
I patted her back and exited the office, strolling out of the building.
I entered my car and sped to my home.
Tomorrow would be the start of something darker.
After tomorrow, there was no going back. It was either I died from this poison or stayed alive long enough to infect Adam’s entire life with it.
When I opened my eyes the next day, it was to see my door opening and several corporately dressed women scramble in.
Each of them had a set of new designer dresses. I pointed to one I hadn’t even glanced at and they got to work.
In no time, I was walking down the stairs to meet the reporters.
The interview would happen at my house, because why not?
“Miss. Oroy.” one of the reporters, a slender woman in her mid-thirties spoke. “We are glad that you could join us.”
I offered her a tight smile behind the caked foundation and strolled to the chair, choked with several cameras that had been set for me to sit.
Getting comfortable — as much as I could be with several pairs of eyes on me, I cleared my throat.
“Are you ready?” She asked and I nodded.
“Alright, everyone!” Her voice rose a pitch higher and I registered that we were live.
“Last week, we spoke about the impact of abuse and neglect on women, and today, a powerful woman is taking a stand against abuse and neglect on women, she will be sharing her experiences with us to let us know that what doesn’t kill you, makes you a fighter.” The woman said with one breath and I was almost impressed.
“Without any more stalls, I present to you, Miss. Emmaline Oroy.”
“Hello everyone,” I forced a smile. “My name is Emmaline Conners Oroy,” I spoke calmly.
“But before this, I used to be Emmaline Wood.” The words were like a stab in my gut. “The substitute, innocent, and submissive wife of Aiden Wood.” I continued.
The reported nodded, urging continue.
“Six years ago,” I clenched my fists as I recalled the moment I agreed to marry Aiden. “Aiden Wood made a proposal to marry me if I could help me regain his properties. He did this so that he could save his first love, Elene, and his current wife. Elene was in a coma at that time.” I sat up, bouncing my feet discreetly.
“I agreed to help, because at that point, I had already developed feelings for him, it was love at first sight and blindness came after it.”
“Oh no, why do you say that?” The interviewer pressed and I swallowed a sob.
“Because, when you become blind. You see everything, but the rare nature of the person you love. You see their presence and not their neglect. You see their words and not their intentions. You get used to sleeping on an empty bed and hugging a million and one excuses at night. Because you do not want to stop loving them.”
I explained, recalling all the times Aiden would leave at dawn and return drunk by midnight only to repeat the process.
“That sounds awful.” The reporter said and I wiped my tears.
“Despite being his wife, Aiden blamed me for Elene’s condition and loved her unconditionally. He believed that I was pulling strings to not help her recover and I was bad luck for him, I thought after marriage, he would love me, but his indifference turned to hate and neglect. Yet, I swallowed it, but then…”
I lost my voice, feeling my stomach churn as I recalled the night. The night that ruined everything.
“Then what?” The reporter sat up, clearly interested in anything that would raise her ratings.
“Then, I got pregnant and he claimed I was lying. I had complications, but he refused to believe me. He would yell and blame me for everything and anything. I wanted to understand him, to fix things — fix him so I stayed,”
My voice cracked and I tightened my fists. “But you can only fix someone who has a problem and Aiden didn’t have a problem, he just wanted me out of his life.” I swallowed thickly.
There was a soft gasp from the reporter but I ignored it and continued facing the camera.
“Until that night, it was raining and I woke up to a cold bed and in pain, I wanted to tell him but overheard him talking to Elene, I realized that Elene had awoken from a coma for a while,”
I scoffed, tears filling my eyes. “And they both had been fooling me and mocking me, to top it off, when I asked for help because I felt I was losing the baby,” A sob finally broke from my lips. “Aiden shoved me.”
The moment replayed in my head like a broken record, pulling on my heartstrings till it was hard to breathe.
“He never looked back and I bled there, till I lost the baby.”
“Wait,” The reporter’s gaze hardened. “Aiden Wood is the reason you lost your baby.”
“Yes,” I admitted to the camera. “He killed our child to be with his lover and then showed up one year later to lie and claim that I aborted it.”
It was time to turn the dagger in his chest. I was going to ruin everything.
Standing, I spoke, “If you are seeing this Aiden,” My bottom lip quivered as I admitted.
“You’re a murderer.”
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