His Regret: Silent Wife Rose To Revenge

005

Nyxa~

I drove quietly as my thoughts had finally settled down from what I was told at the hospital.

Really, what was the point after all these years?

Wasting my f*****g time? Thinking and bothering so much? Stressing out?

“Ha! What a waste”

I parked my car as I got to the entrance of the once beautiful mansion that I had seen as a home, a place for me to stay, despite everything my so-called husband had done, I always felt like I could come back here and hide but right now, it felt nothing but like a grave for all of my rage.

I badly wanted to burn it all to the ground but that would simply have to wait.

I got down from the car and into the house. Right there, Mrs Whitemore stood, looking pissed as, if everything had been damned to hell.

“Nyxa!” she yelled as I attempted to walk past her.

“Yes?”

“What took you so long to clean up the issue between Elena and Vaughn? The company stocks went down by two percent! Must you be so slow?”

Slow? How amusing.

“Wow!”

“Is something amusing to you?”

“No, not really. Just the fact that your so- called “son” could have avoided this mess all by himself, Mrs Whitemore. I see no reason as to why a fully grown adult can't even cheat properly!”

“How dare you–”

“Me?! How dare me?” I cut her off, my anger almost consuming me. The rage made me want to snap at her and damn it all to hell.

I stalked closer to her and smiled as she moved back, terror in her eyes.

“I did my job and fulfilled every single part of my contract. What your son did is his own business. I did what I could and if he decides to screw up, that's on him.”

Pulling back, I smiled and then spoke in a business -like tone, far different from the unhinged one I had been using.

“I did my job ma'am and I will continue doing my job. Now, have a lovely night and I'll be seeing you tomorrow.”

I walked past her and I didn't need to look back to know that she was staring at me as if she had seen a ghost.

Good, very good.

I walked up the stairs without stopping, my steps steady and unhurried as if nothing had happened downstairs.

Really, what else was there to do?

Scream? Cry? Fight?

I was too tired for all of that. Pushing the door open, I stepped into the bedroom and shut it behind me. The silence in the room was almost comforting, a sharp contrast to everything else in this cursed house I hated so damn much.

Without bothering to turn on the lights, I slipped off my heels and headed straight for the bed. My body sank into the mattress, and for the first time that day, I let my eyes close without forcing myself to think about anything.

It was quiet.

Peaceful.

And just like that, sleep came. I don’t know how long I had been asleep when the door opened again.

Footsteps followed, slow and deliberate, like he owned the place. Well… he did and I already knew who it was.

“What did you say to my mother?” Vaughn’s voice came, low and sharp, carrying that familiar irritation that used to make me sit up and explain myself.

Used to. I didn’t move and neither did I even bother to open my eyes.

At this point, I couldn’t care any less.

“Nyxa,” he called again, this time with more force. “I’m talking to you.”

His tone made it clear he expected an answer, like I was still the same woman who would immediately sit up and try to fix whatever problem he thought I had caused.

How unfortunate for him.

“Be quiet,” I muttered, my voice low and heavy with sleep. “Don’t disturb my sleep.”

The room went silent immediately after that. I could almost feel his shock settle in.

“What?” he asked after a moment, clearly caught off guard. “What’s wrong with you?”

I shifted slightly on the bed, still not bothering to look at him.

“Why are you acting so abnormal?”

That word made something in me snap, but not in the way he probably expected. A laugh slipped out of my lips before I could stop it, quiet at first, then laced with something far more bitter than amusement.

I opened my eyes then, staring blankly ahead as I spoke.

“So being a cheating bastard is the normal thing?”

The words came out easily, almost too easily, as if I had been holding them in forever. He didn't deny it and stared at me as if I was some alien.

Of course.

I let out a small breath, turning over and pulling the blanket closer around myself, already done with the conversation.

At this point, there was nothing left to say and just like that, I went back to sleep.

***

I woke up too fast for my liking, the sleepiness clearing out from my eyes as I turned around and I noticed the other side of the bed was empty.

Of course, it was.

I didn’t even bother turning to check properly. There was no point. Whether he had left early or simply didn’t want to be in the same space as me anymore, it changed nothing.

Good, even.

Less noise to deal with. I pushed myself up, sitting against the headboard as I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. My thoughts, unlike yesterday, were no longer scattered. They were clear. Too clear.

Acting out last night had felt good, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t ruin them the way they deserved to be ruined. These bastards had taken a part of my life and dragged me through hell as well.

No… that required something else. A small smile tugged at my lips as the idea settled in completely.

One week.

I would give them one week. One week of peace.One week where I would act like everything was normal, like nothing had changed, like I was still the same woman they had been stepping on all these years.

I was going to let them relax and think, they still had control and then, I would destroy everything they had built.

Everything Vaughn and his mother had worked so hard to protect. I wasn’t going to swallow their disrespect anymore. Not now. Not ever again.

With that thought firmly in place, I got out of bed and headed to get ready.

By the time I was done dressing, there was not a single trace of last night on me. No anger. No frustration. Nothing.

I walked out of the room and made my way downstairs, my steps steady as I headed toward the dining area. The faint sound of cutlery and conversation reached my ears before I even stepped in., The moment I entered, the atmosphere shifted slightly, just enough for me to notice.

Mrs Whitemore was already seated, her posture stiff, her expression unreadable but far from pleasant. Vaughn sat across from her, his attention briefly flickering toward me before returning to whatever he had been doing.

“Good morning,” I said calmly, my tone even as I pulled out a chair.

For a second, no one responded.

Then, a sharp sound cut through the air.

Before I could even register what was happening, a stinging pain exploded across my cheek as my head snapped to the side.