The Heiress Returns: I Married My Ex Husband's Rival For Revenge

Chapter 2

Three weeks after the reading of the will.

Genevieve was livid. She was boiling with anger as she stomped past Nicholas's secretary without even greeting.

She didn't bother knocking and just went in.

"Genevieve darling," Nicholas sat up in his chair surprised by the brisk entrance of his wife.

"Keep that bullshit to yourself. Explain this?" She threw the files she had brought in on the table.

Nicholas deftly picked them up and examined the contents.

While he checked them, Genevieve assessed her husband. He was looking disheveled, his top buttons were open and his hair looked like he had run his fingers through them. This was a very unusual look for him, he was always so out together. That was one of the reasons why she had been drawn to him.

"Hmm, I see you have gotten the documents." He nodded in approval.

"That's all you're going to say?" She could feel the vein in the center of her head throbbing.

"Yes, Genevieve. What do you expect me to say?" His voice was calm. He was always calm and that was what made her temper fly off the handle.

"Explain to me why I was mailed divorce papers, sales documents of our house and transfer of all of my properties to you." She yelled hitting the table putting her face close to his.

"Calm down, Genevieve. This is so unlike you." He watched her with caution. There was this look in her eyes that he didn't like.

He had never seen her this upset, although he was the one that triggered it.

"f**k you. f**k you. I should be calm? You want me to be calm. I will show you calm." She slashed her hand and sent his pricey laptop flying off the desk. The sound the laptop made as it crashed on the floor satisfied her blood thirstiness but it was not enough to dull her anger. It only fuelled it.

"Genevieve, enough of this madness." His voice rose. He was getting tired of her theatrics.

"I'm just getting started." She smiled sweetly.

"Don't do this. Stop whatever you're thinking." He warned.

"I will only stop when you start explaining." She looked around for the next object to destroy.

"Isn't it obvious? Are you so dense that you don't understand what these documents mean?" Nicholas stood up, his expression switching from calm to annoyed so fast that Genevieve was stunned by the switch.

He continued his tirade, "What does it mean when you're served divorced papers? It means, I. Don't. Want. You. Anymore. I never wanted you in the first place and I don't want you now."

Those words he said were like water to flames, they doused her anger. And she almost whimpered in but bit her lips.

"And for the house sales documents, I sold that house because it made me miserable, imagine coming home to a place that reminds you of a mausoleum. Coming back home to a frigid woman who was too cold to make love with me. " His voice shook with so much hate.

Genevieve was still but she stood listening to him speak. Each word from his lips was like a dagger stab to her heart. This was the same man that she has shared a bed with for the past five years with.

"And for the transfer of everything you own, I did it as a reward for being tied to you for five years. Do you think any other man would have survived this marriage?"

"When?" She managed to ask.

"After your grandfather died. You were grieving, I took advantage of that weakness. You signed that document while drunk and in the process transferred everything you own to me."

"Not of my own volition. You took advantage of me." She partially remembered that night that she had taken to alcohol. That was three months ago.

"I only did what any man in his right senses would have done." He smiled, happy with himself.

Her chest heaved with different emotions. She felt like screaming, kicking and punching his face in but she did none of that.

How had she found herself here, married to this evil being? But she had one pressing question to ask him.