The model's Revenge

I want the ring back

Third person narrator

Rain stopped mid-step, her back stiff against the chill of the office lobby’s glass walls.

She didn’t turn around. She could feel it before she saw it—the heavy, measured footsteps that announced his approach. Wolf. Her ex-husband. Her heart thudded violently, but she forced herself to stand her ground.

“Before you go,” he said, his voice slick with arrogance, eyes boring into her like she was nothing more than a piece of trash on the pavement, “there’s something of mine you’re holding onto. And I want it back.”

Rain’s stomach twisted. “What… I don’t have anything of yours,” she said, summoning every ounce of strength she had left. Her voice shook, betraying the storm of emotions roiling inside her. All she wanted now was to get out of there, to sit somewhere and let the world stop spinning for just a moment.

“That.” He pointed at the diamond ring glinting on her finger.

Rain’s eyes went wide. “What?!” she yelled, disbelief lacing every syllable. The ring—her only tangible memory of what she had once believed was love—was now a target.

He wanted to take even this away. Her chest tightened as anger and heartbreak collided.

Wolf took step after deliberate step until he stood directly in front of her, his presence suffocating. His eyes, sharp and fierce, reminded her of a predator circling its prey.

“You heard me,” he said coldly. “Give me the ring. There’s nothing else of mine that belongs to you.”

“But I bought this ring with my own money!” Rain protested, desperation creeping into her voice. “It’s mine!”

Wolf snorted, a cruel, humorless sound. “I don’t care. You’re worthless, and I want it back. You’ve taken enough from me during the time we’ve been married.”

Rain froze. Taken enough? She had sacrificed everything for him-her career, her life, her dreams and now he accused her of theft? The audacity of the man left her breathless.

“I… I didn’t take anything from you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thrum of her heartbeat. “I accepted this divorce because I wanted peace—for myself and for the baby…”

Wolf’s face contorted in rage. “Don’t give me that look. Hand over the ring, or I’ll take it from you myself.”

Pain shot through her fingers as he yanked the ring from her hand. She hissed, but he didn’t flinch.

The sharp tug left her skin red and stinging, but the emotional wound was far deeper. She had never felt more humiliated.

“You are just a worthless woman throwing yourself at me,” he spat, his words venomous, meant to wound. “And now I see the real reason you’re here. You’re pathetic.”

Around them, employees glanced up from their work, some whispering, some staring openly.

Rain felt every eye as if they were knives, cutting her down. She clenched her hands around her stomach, the only thing she had left—her secret, the baby she hadn’t been allowed to tell him about.

It was her hope, her lifeline, the one thing no one could take… or so she thought.

“I… I have to go,” she managed, her voice trembling but firm. She needed to leave before the humiliation consumed her completely. Her legs were weak, but she forced herself to step forward, each movement deliberate.

Wolf’s voice cut through her escape like a blade. “Why are you holding your belly like that?”

Rain froze. Her stomach fluttered at the sound of his words, a mixture of fear, anger, and hope flooding her chest.

Should she tell him? Could she risk it? He had shown nothing but disdain, yet a small, irrational part of her hoped for mercy—for recognition of the life growing inside her.

“Nothing,” she said finally, a single word that felt like an anchor in the storm of her emotions. She had decided; she would protect herself and the baby. This man, this toxic presence, had already taken too much.

Wolf moved closer, his presence oppressive. “Why are you holding your belly like that?” he repeated, sharper this time. Rain’s throat tightened. Her voice caught in her chest, the words refusing to come out.

“You’re like a little baby that can’t even speak,” he snapped, frustration dripping from every syllable.

“Do you even realize who you’re standing in front of? The boss of one of the most successful fashion companies in the world?”

Rain swallowed, shaking her head slowly. “Mr. Wolf… I… I’m going,” she whispered. Every muscle in her body screamed to run, to leave before she broke down completely.

“But you have to tell me the truth,” he pressed, leaning closer. “Are you pregnant?”

Rain’s chest constricted. Her hands instinctively pressed harder against her belly. The question, which should have filled her with hope, now filled her with dread. She had hoped to tell him on her own terms, to somehow make him see the life they had created together, but his cruelty had taken that choice away.

“And what if I am?” she asked, her voice trembling but growing stronger with every word. She could no longer hide the truth.

One way or another, he would find out, and if he had any decency left, he might reconsider. But she didn’t dare hope too much.

Wolf’s eyes narrowed, a mixture of surprise and irritation flashing across his face. “Stop messing around. You think this changes anything?”

Rain’s heart thumped violently. “It doesn’t change that I’m leaving,” she said, summoning every ounce of courage. “It doesn’t change that you’ve humiliated me, that you’ve taken everything. But this—” she placed a trembling hand on her stomach “—this is mine. It’s the one thing no one can take from me.”

Wolf’s lips curled into a cold, cruel smile. “You think this baby makes a difference? You think I care about what’s growing in you?”

Rain’s chest ached, but her resolve hardened. She took a deep breath, letting the tears she had held back well up and fall. “It doesn’t matter what you think,” she said.

“I’m keeping it. No matter what you do, no one can take this from me. Not you, not Isabella, not anyone.”

Wolf’s jaw tightened. For a moment, his eyes flickered, but it was gone as quickly as it came. He turned abruptly, his expression unreadable, and strode away. Rain’s legs trembled, and she sank onto the nearest bench, gripping her belly, feeling the life inside her as the only tether to hope left in a world that had been cruel beyond measure.

For the first time since she left his office, Rain allowed herself to cry not just for the humiliation, not just for the betrayal, but for the life she was carrying. It was hers. And she would protect it at any cost.

The diamond ring, the office, Wolf’s cruelty they were all just shadows now. Rain knew that the real battle was only beginning.

She would endure, she would fight, and she would rise from this devastation stronger than ever.

And when the time came, Wolf and Isabella would see that nothing, not even his power or arrogance, could break her.