The model's Revenge

Third person POV Rain stumbled out of Wolf’s office, her hands trembling and her chest tight as if someone had pressed a vice around it. Every step she took felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the realization that her marriage—the one she had poured her heart, her dreams, and an entire year of her life into—was ending. And ending in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. She couldn’t believe it. One year. Three hundred sixty-five days of devotion, sacrifice, and blind hope—and now it had all been tossed aside as though she were nothing more than a nuisance. A divorce, forced from her own hands before she could even reveal the secret that might have changed everything: she was pregnant. Rain’s mind was a storm of anger, disbelief, and heartbreak. She had left her modeling career at its peak to marry Wolf, a man she had loved with every fiber of her being. She had supported him when his own life was falling apart. She had believed in him, trusted him. And yet, here he was—cold, heartless, and utterly unrecognizable—telling her to leave so he could marry another woman, Isabella, a woman who was now carrying his child. The words Wolf had spat just minutes ago echoed in her mind with a cruel precision. “You have to sign those divorce papers once and for all. I don’t have time for you. I’m marrying the love of my life.” Rain had tried to reason with him, clinging to the faint hope that he was joking, that somehow the man she had loved for a year would see reason. “Come on, Wolf, are you even serious?” she had pleaded, voice trembling. “Surely you’re joking.” “I’m very serious,” he had sneered, his lips curling with disdain. “I’m getting rid of you—the loser, the… slut you are.” Every word was a dagger, slicing through the fragile shell of her heart. “I sacrificed so much for you! I left my career, my life—” “I don’t care,” he interrupted sharply. “You did it because you wanted to, not because I forced you.” Rain had stared at him in disbelief. This wasn’t the man she had married. This wasn’t the man she had loved. This was a stranger, cruel and unrecognizable. “But I have something to tell you,” she had begun, desperation breaking through her composure. “Shut up and sign the papers,” he had barked. “Isabella will be here soon. And I won’t have her upset by your presence. She’s expecting my child, and I won’t let anyone interfere.” The mention of Isabella—pregnant, radiant, and now the center of Wolf’s life—was more than Rain could bear. Her hands shook as she signed the papers, her vision blurring with tears she refused to shed in front of him. She felt hollow, drained, defeated. The man she had loved, the life she had envisioned, had been ripped from her in an instant. Descending the stairs felt like navigating a nightmare. Each step was a punishment, her legs heavy as though they carried the weight of her broken dreams. By the time she reached the first landing, her grip faltered, and she missed a step, cursing under her breath. But something soft caught her, halting her fall. “What the hell!” a sharp voice hissed. Rain blinked up to see a woman, eyes flashing with anger, gripping her hand so tightly that pain shot up her arm. “You i***t! Do you know what you just did?” the woman shrieked, her voice cutting through the office’s ambient noise. “You could have killed me!” Rain blinked, confused and disoriented. She barely registered the words before realizing that the crowd of employees around them had paused to watch. All eyes were on her. “I’m… I’m sorry,” Rain managed, her voice barely audible. She tried to pull away, but the woman’s grip was ironclad. “You’re pathetic,” the woman spat, releasing her finally. “Throwing yourself at me like that. You could’ve… you could’ve…” Her words trailed off as she bent slightly, clutching her stomach for effect. Rain’s stomach twisted. She knew this woman. She knew her all too well. Isabella. And then she saw him—Wolf—entering the area, his expression calm but sharp, the tension in his eyes slicing through the charged air. He had already taken Isabella in his arms, holding her protectively, his gaze a mixture of annoyance and possessive care. “Darling,” Isabella’s voice trembled theatrically. “It’s her. She tried to push me down the stairs… she wanted to hurt me… hurt our baby.” Rain’s blood ran cold. She had not moved toward Isabella in any threatening way. The lie dripped from her lips like poison, and Wolf believed it without question. “Don’t worry, Isa,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “I’m right here. Nothing will happen to you or our child.” Rain’s chest constricted with a mixture of rage and despair. The woman she had loved, the man who had once promised her everything, now clung to another woman, laughing at her misfortune. And the worst part? That woman was carrying his child—the very child Rain had dreamed of giving him. Wolf’s gaze finally fell on her. His eyes, once warm and familiar, were now cold, filled with contempt. “I told you to leave,” he snapped, each word sharp and commanding. “Why are you still here?” “I… I didn’t do anything!” Rain’s voice shook, her heart pounding as she struggled to maintain some semblance of dignity. “Get out, now. You’re nothing to me,” he said, stepping closer. The heat in his eyes was terrifying, a stark contrast to the man she had loved. Rain felt a sharp pain in her stomach, a cruel reminder of what she had already lost and what could never be. She had to leave, and fast. Summoning every ounce of strength, she turned, her legs quivering with each step. But Wolf wasn’t done. “Do you really think you can just walk away?” His voice was low now, dangerous. “You’ve tied yourself to me for too long. It’s time to let go… witch.” Rain’s blood ran cold. The man who had once been her world was now a source of fear and hatred. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep moving, ignoring the burning in her chest and the tears she refused to shed. By the time she reached the lobby, she was shaking, barely able to stand. Her hands pressed against the cold railing for support, but the humiliation, the heartbreak, and the physical ache of her miscarriage threatened to overwhelm her completely. She had lost everything—her marriage, her child, her dreams. And in that moment, a single thought took root in her mind: revenge. She would not allow herself to be destroyed completely. Wolf and Isabella had made the grave mistake of underestimating her pain, her fury, and her resilience. And soon, she would ensure they paid for every tear, every humiliation, and every stolen moment of happiness. Rain left the building, her steps slow but purposeful. Every glare from passing employees, every whispered comment, only fueled the fire burning inside her. The woman she had once been—the naive, hopeful, trusting Rain—was gone. In her place stood someone dangerous, determined, and unyielding. Outside, the cold air stung her cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the fire inside her. She wrapped her coat tightly around her, summoning the courage to face a world that had turned cruel overnight. Her eyes, once soft and full of hope, now burned with a quiet, deadly determination. Wolf had taken everything from her—her love, her child, her dignity. But he had not taken her spirit. And he would soon learn that Rain was no longer the woman who could be discarded, humiliated, or broken. Her path was clear. With the help of Nathan Millers, a man with his own score to settle with Wolf, she would strike back. She would make him pay. And Isabella… Isabella would learn that no betrayal goes unpunished. Rain’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. This was just the beginning.