CEO's Ex Wife Revenge

The gala

ZEKE'S POV:

The White-Tusk Gala was hosted once every five years in York city.

It was an exclusive event, so exclusive that only members with a coveted membership card could attend.

Getting a membership card was a daunting challenge and it cost the earth. VIP cards were a luxury reserved for the ultra-rich.

Earlier this year, I pulled a few strings to secure a membership card for Sandra.

"I've always wanted to attend The White-Tusk Gala ever since I was a kid," Sandra said as we were ushered into The Emerald Dome.

The Emerald Dome was buzzing with a lot of celebrities many whom I recognized from TV shows, fashion and music.

"Let's just get this over with," I grunted.

Sandra looked sharply at me, her tone hardening. "Someone doesn't sound excited to be here with me."

"I'm only here because you asked me to," I replied with a resigned sigh. "You know how I feel about crowds."

Sandra's eyes flared in anger. "Are you tired of being with me?"

"Sandra let's not start," I rubbed my temples. "I don't want to get into another heated argument with you."

Sandra folded her arms. "Then act like you're happy to be here. People might start thinking I forced you to come."

"If you say so," I forced a smile.

It had been five years since I engaged Sandra as my fiancée, but those five years felt like misery.

In my family, The Donaldsons, we held a strict tradition of conceiving a child before a bride could attain wife status.

It was a test of a woman's fertility. Unfortunately for Sandra, she failed the fertility test.

Moreover, her ugly nature began to rear it's head. I soon got to learn Sandra was a first class b***h.

Whenever she's angry, she shrieks and breaks things. She's got a nasty temper, it was hell to live with her.

But I can't leave her because I'm stuck with her.

For now, she was nothing more but my mistress—not wife.

Sandra linked our arms together and we walked around the room, meeting people. It was all fun for her, but not for me.

I was just enduring a social obligation.

Suddenly, the entrance door opened, and a woman entered the room, accompanied by two handsome men in black tuxedos.

She donned on a glittery red sleeveless gown, adorned with pearls and emerald jewel necklaces.

When I glanced up and saw her face, I stiffened in shock. "No, it can't be."

Sandra followed my gaze to the dazzling woman. When Sandra saw who she was, her jaws dropped.

"I don't believe it," Sandra whispered. "Anastasia?"

* * * *

Anastasia's presence stole the show. All the men at the event, feasted their eyes on her as she walked gracefully into the room.

I've never seen her looked this beautiful since the first time I saw her on TV.

She had undergone a great transformation.

Her weight was shedded, her eyes were more brighter and lovely. Her skin was flawless, causing the other ladies in the room to go green with envy.

I gaped at Anastasia for a long time unable to believe my eyes. She's so perfect. How could I have been so blind to have divorced her?

Anastasia was soon crowded by men, complementing her and offering to buy her drinks.

Seeing all the attention and adoration she was getting from these other men made my blood boil.

Sandra lifted my dropped jaw with her hand, shutting my mouth. Her eyes were glaring daggers at me.

"What are you looking like that for, Zeke?" She demanded.

I shoved her hand away. "What do you mean?"

"You were literally ogling at that b***h when she walked in," Sandra complained. "Have you no shame?"

Hearing Sandra call Anastasia a b***h brought a thick frown to my face.

I leaned in and whispered darkly to her face. "Let this be the first and the last time you'd ever call Anastasia a b***h again."

Sandra recoiled, surprised by my tone and demeanor.

I brushed passed her and headed towards where the men swarmed around Anastasia.

Anastasia laughed and smiled at the jokes the men threw at her. She had such a beautiful and charming laughter.

"Stop smiling at these clowns, Anna," I thought bitterly to my self. "They haven't seen you naked but I have."

Gritting my teeth, I forced my way through the crowd until I stood before Anastasia.

My ex wife.

Our eyes met for the first time in five years since the divorce.

Those sky-blue eyes stole my breath away just like the first time I met her.

"Anna," I called her name. "How have you been?"

* * * *

Anna c****d her head and stared at me, "Sorry, do I know you?"

I caught my breath sharply. Is she being serious?

I forced a laugh. "Very funny, Anna. You don't remember me?"

She shook her head silently. I felt embarrassed under the watchful eyes these men surrounding us.

"It's me," I passed a hand through my hair. "Zeke, your ex husband."

Anastasia's eyes narrowed. "Still doesn't ring a bell. If you'll excuse me, I must meet with the other guests."

Without giving me another glance, she walked away gracefully, leaving me behind like I was some stranger.

Somewhere inside me, my heart snapped. What was that all about? She's acting like we are strangers.

I didn't want to lose sight of her so I followed closely behind her, ignoring the hateful stares from my fellow men.

"Anna, wait," I grabbed her wrist. "I know you remembered. Give me five minutes of your time; let's talk."

Anna turned around and the looks of displeasure in her eyes sent a chill up my spine.

"I'll give you one second," Anna said darkly. "Release my hand."

I instantly let go as if her hand suddenly turned red-hot. "I'm sorry for that, but—"

"Is there a problem here?" A man demanded, approaching us with the two handsome tuxedo-clad men.

This man was young, probably in his early twenties, and he was an epitome of beauty.

He looked like an idol star come to life. He was tall and athletically built with a clean shaven looks that women dig for.

He wrapped his arm around Anna's waist, drawing her to him possessively.

The other two men stepped up to me with an intimating glare.

I was startled. Anna didn't seemed to resist the new guy, instead to my dismay, she relaxed more into his side.

My blood roared in my ears.

"Nothing," I stuttered, taking a few steps backwards. "I was just leaving."

"Let's go Zayn," Anna leaned into him. "He's a nobody."

I walked away, looking back, cursing under my breath.

Sandra was waiting for me. "Zeke, what is she doing here?"

"Go to hell," I snapped at her and brushed passed her.