My Revenge As The Scorned Wife

Chapter 5

Emily's Pov

The following day, I met with my lawyer, Mr. Jenkins, and showed him all the evidence I had gathered.

Mr. Jenkins was my family lawyer, and we have known each other for a long time, so he was loyal to me, not Nathan.

I did not mind showing him that evidence because I knew that he would always support me and that he would surely keep it confidential from Nathan.

"This is... disturbing," he said as he reviewed the documents. "Your husband has committed several crimes here, Mrs. Carter."

"I know," I replied calmly. "And I want him to pay for every single one of them."

Mr. Jenkins looked at me with concern. "What exactly do you want to do?"

"First, I want to change my will. If anything happens to me, I want all my money to go to charity, not to Nathan."

"Consider it done," he nodded, making notes.

"Second, I know I already told you to prepare the divorce template, but add that the divorce is on the grounds of adultery and fraud."

"That's straightforward enough with this evidence."

"And third," I paused, making sure I had his full attention, "I want to press charges against Dr. Morris for performing an illegal surgery on me."

Mr. Jenkins frowned. "That might be complicated. You would have to prove you didn't consent to having your womb removed."

I pulled out the hospital records I had obtained. "The consent form only mentions a routine procedure during the IVF process. Nothing about removing my womb."

He reviewed the document and nodded slowly. "This could work. But Mrs. Carter, are you prepared for how ugly this might get? Nathan won't go down without a fight."

"I'm counting on it," I said with a cold smile. "I'm going to allow him to dig his grave even deeper."

After leaving Mr. Jenkins' office, I went shopping. I bought a new dress, had my hair done, and even treated myself to a manicure. I needed to look perfect for what I had planned.

When I got home, I prepared a special dinner. Nathan's favorite meal, expensive wine, and candles are on the table. I even put on the perfume he had given me for our last anniversary.

At precisely 6 PM, Nathan walked through the door, surprised at the setup.

"What's all this?" he asked, setting down his briefcase.

"I wanted to surprise you," I said, giving him my best smile. "It's been a while since we had a nice dinner together, just the two of us."

Nathan looked suspicious but pleased. "Where's Evan?"

"Still at your mother's, I assume? You said she wanted more time with him."

"Right, yes," he nodded quickly. "She's very attached to him."

Another lie. I knew Evan was with Victoria, but I kept smiling.

"Sit down," I gestured to the table. "I have something important to discuss with you."

Nathan sat, and I poured him a glass of wine. "This looks serious," he said, trying to sound casual.

"It is," I replied, taking my own seat. "I've been thinking a lot about our future, Nathan."

He took a sip of wine, watching me carefully. "What about it?"

"My inheritance," I said simply. "I know it's been a concern for you, with your business struggling and all."

His face remained neutral, but I saw the flash of interest in his eyes. "Your inheritance? What about it?"

"I spoke with my lawyer today. There might be a way for me to access it before our eighth anniversary."

Nathan couldn't hide his excitement now. "Really? How?"

"A legal loophole. But I'd need your help with some paperwork."

"Of course," he said eagerly. "Anything you need."

I smiled and reached for his hand across the table. "You've always been so supportive, Nathan. Even when things were difficult for us."

"We're a team," he said, squeezing my hand. The hypocrisy made me want to scream, but I kept my composure.

"That's why I was thinking," I continued, "once I get the inheritance, we should invest it all in your company. Help you get back on your feet."

Nathan's eyes widened slightly. This was more than he had hoped for. "Are you sure? That's a lot of money, Emily."

"I trust you completely," I lied, looking into his eyes. "You're my husband. The father of my child."

He had the decency to look slightly uncomfortable but quickly recovered. "I would make sure every penny is well-invested."

"I know you would," I said, raising my glass for a toast. "To our future."

"To our future," he echoed, clinking his glass against mine.

As we ate dinner, I let Nathan talk about his business plans, nodding and smiling at all the right moments. He was so caught up in his greed that he didn't notice the coldness behind my eyes.

"When can we meet with your lawyer about this?" he asked as we finished dessert.

"How about next week? I'll set everything up."

Nathan leaned across the table and kissed me. It took everything in me not to push him away. "You're amazing, Emily. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

"You have no idea," I thought to myself.

After dinner, Nathan leaned in with that charming, rehearsed smile—the same one that had once fooled me into believing he loved me.

“We should celebrate properly,” he murmured, his fingers grazing my wrist in what was meant to be an intimate gesture. But there was nothing intimate about it. I could feel the calculation behind his touch, the way his mind worked tirelessly toward one goal—my money.

I offered him a weak smile and shook my head. “I’m not feeling well,” I lied, pressing my hand to my forehead as if a headache had taken hold. It was an easy excuse, one he didn’t bother to question. He was too distracted, too confident that soon, he would have everything he wanted.

That night, as he lay beside me in bed, sleeping soundly with the weight of his impending fortune lulling him into dreams, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. My mind spun with plans, carefully laid threads weaving into something inescapable.

Nathan believed himself to be the predator in this game, but he had no idea he was the prey. His greed would consume him, and his anticipation of taking what he thought was rightfully his, so he wouldn’t see the real danger creeping toward him until it was too late.

I turned my head slightly, watching him in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. His chest rose and fell steadily; his face relaxed in sleep. How easy it would be to end it here—to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until he stopped breathing.

But no, that would be too simple. Too merciful. Nathan needed to learn, to suffer, to understand the depth of his betrayal before I stripped him of everything, just as he had tried to strip me of mine.

Tomorrow, I will visit Dr. Morris.

The thought sent a slow, simmering burn through my veins. The name itself was a wound, a scar that never faded. Dr. Morris, the man who had stolen something from me that could never be replaced. The man who had decided, without consent, without thought, that I did not deserve the choice to be a mother.

My fingers curled into the sheets, nails digging into the soft fabric. He thought he was untouchable, hidden behind his white coat and sterile office, behind his reputation and the power he wielded so carelessly over women like me. But he was wrong.

Tomorrow, he will learn the true meaning of loss.

Tomorrow, he would understand what it meant to have something ripped away.

Because I wasn’t just coming for him—I was coming for justice. And justice, in my hands, would be ruthless.

And as for Victoria, her time would come, too. She thought she had won and that she had taken everything from me. But I was just getting started.

I closed my eyes, not to sleep, but to dream of revenge.