THE VENGEFUL EX-WIFE

chapter 1

The air in the Durant residence was thick with pressure, a storm brewing in the fate of the marriage. The room which was a show of light and precious furniture, felt suffocating. Jenny, who was draped in the silk of her white wedding gown, stood uncomfortably in the center, a lone island amidst the swirling disapproval. Her hands, formerly so full of joy, now gripped at the fabric of her dress, her knuckles white.

Rebecca Durant, Michael’s mother, sat regally on a plush velvet couch with her posture radiating icy hatred. Her sharp eyes, the color of glacial blue, pierced through Jenny assessing and judging.

Lisa, Michael’s elder sister, sat perched on the edge of a nearby armchair; her arms crossed, a sneer playing on her lips. Her eyes held a mocking glint, her eyes taking in Jenny's every move with a blatant lack of warmth.

The room was silent, the only sound the ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner with its metrical beat mockingly counting down the seconds of Jenny’s fragile happiness.

“You suppose you’ve succeeded at last, don’t you?” Rebecca’s voice, sharp and slice, shattered the quiet. Her words struck Jenny like a physical blow, shattering the fragile facade of the perfect marriage day.

“I...what do you mean?” Jenny stammered, her voice shaking. She felt an earthquake run through her and a cold dread settling in her stomach. She had thought that the hatred Rebecca harboured towards her would die down after the marriage but it would seem that it was far from over.

Rebecca let out a humorless laugh. “You suppose Michael loves you, don’t you? You suppose you’ve captured him, snared him like some prize fish. My son was single and destined to meet a perfect woman, and suddenly, he’s head over heels because of you.” Her words were laced with despisement.

Lisa chimed in, her voice trickling with venom. “You know they say, ‘Marry for love and you’ll live happily ever later. Marry for money and you’ll live happily ever later, but with a different hubby." She let out a harsh chuckle, her eyes glinting with malicious intent.

“That’s not true at all.” Jenny protested, her voice cracking. “I love Michael. I do.” She tried to smile, but it felt simulated, a mouth replacing the genuine joy that had been on her face just moments ago.

“Love?” Rebecca growled. “Love? With Michael, the rising star of Durant Enterprise? You’re dazed by his success, his wealth. You’re just a gold digger, latching onto his rise to the top.”

“That’s not true,” Jenny claimed, her voice growing stronger despite the fear wringing in her gut. “I love him for who he is, not what he has.”

“Sure you do.” Lisa sniggered. “You’re just a gold digger, a w***e of a woman. Michael shouldn't have developed an interest in this ‘love' affair. He has intentions and plans to take Durant Enterprise to the next level. You, Jenny, are just a silly and stupid stone in his journey to the top.”

Jenny’s heart pained. Their words pierced through her, their venom percolating into her soul. She felt a lump forming in her throat, the weight of their allegations crushing her. The room suddenly felt unbearably hot, the scent of lilies and the scent of her marriage bouquet, turning sour.

“I love him,” she whispered, her voice slightly audible. "I love him, and I know he loves me." The words felt like a mantra, a hopeless prayer against the storm brewing within her.

“Well, we'll see to that girl," Rebecca replied. "We'll sure see to that. I've got my eyes on you girl. You should better believe that." She said.

Just then, the door to the restroom opened, and Michael, looking handsome and slightly disheveled, entered the room. He sat down, his face registering confusion at the tense atmosphere, the tight lines on his mother and sister's faces, and the fear in Jenny’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

“Nothing, dear,” Rebecca said quickly, a smile playing on her lips, her sharp eyes incontinently softening as she looked at Michael, her demeanor shifting from a cruel mother-in-law to a loving mother. “Just catching up with our new daughter-in-law." She said.

Lisa, too, snappily wore a more gracious expression, her earlier sneer replaced by a polite smile. “Just talking about the marriage,” she said, her voice softer now, the venom gone, replaced by a gleeful expression that felt nearly as painful as her former harsh words.

Relief washed over Jenny. The storm which shortly broke, seemed to have been diverted with its fury temporarily subdued.

“I’m going to get changed,” she said, her voice still shaking slightly but with a newfound strength. She pulled herself up straight, her chin lifted. “See you later, Michael.”

As she walked away towards the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click, she felt a swell of determination. This was only the beginning she realized. Her life with the Durants would be far from a fairytale, a constant struggle against their comprehension and their judgments. But she was prepared to fight, to change them, and to earn their love and respect.

The storm had been temporarily calmed. But Jenny knew that the battle for acceptance was far from over. She needed to prove them wrong, to show them that her love for Michael was genuine and unwavering and would repel the harshest storms. And, she believed, with time, with tolerance, with love, she'd do just that.

Indeed as she walked towards her room, the door closing behind her, she felt a flicker of fear. Everything felt different now, the air heavy with implied words and implied judgments. Her marriage day, a day that should have been filled with joy and festivity, had been tainted, the canvas of her love clouded by the bitter taste of disapproval. But she would not let it consume her. She would face their hatred with courage, with grace, and with the unvarying faith in her love for Michael.