Revenge Of The Iconic Ex -Wife

The Surprise

Annabelle's pov

I stared at the divorce papers in front of me. This was it — the end of my marriage. The end of everything I had built with Louis.I nearly choked out a sob as my hands shook as I held the pen. Tears blurred my vision but I dared not let them fall. Louis didn't deserve any tears. Not after what he'd done, not after telling me he didn't love me anymore.I signed on the empty dash on the bottom of the paper, the ink smudging slightly where my fingers trembled.My heart screamed for me to stop, to fight, to beg him to remember the love we once had, but my pride wouldn't let me.He grabbed the fountain pen from my hand and signed his name at the bottom of the page — a single signature. That was all it took to erase 3 years of marriage. He dropped the pen and picked the papers up. “Thank you for making this easy.” He had exhaled, almost in relief, like a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. And then in that moment, something snapped in me.I glared at him, my tears drying instantly. “Easy? You think this is easy for me?”“Anabella…” he called out with a hiss in his tone.I rose to my feet. “I gave you everything, Louis! I loved you! I stood by you. I was your wife!” A soft chuckle filled the room. A laugh that wasn't his.I turned sharply to the source. It was a woman.She was standing by the door with her arms crossed over her chest. Who was she? “Who are you?” Those words left my lips before I could say anything.“Miya, Louis’s girlfriend.” She said, tilting her head. “You must be the ex-wife.”Ex-wife. Those words sent a ripple of pain through me.She leaned away from the door. “Louis has moved on. You should too.”My blood turned cold.I clenched my fists, trying to hold back the wave of rage that threatened to consume me. “Louis, what is she still doing here? I thought she's moving out.” The woman walked towards me.She had long, curly hair and piercing green eyes. She was tall and statuesque with an athletic build. Her designer clothes hugged her body in the right places. She was attractive and alluring but she was every inch a slut!This woman had to be the one that Louis fell out of love with me for. This woman had been sleeping with my husband for a year, and now she was standing in my house and telling me to move on. I turned to Louis. “So she's the one?”“My name is Miya, Ex-wife.” The mistress said.Ex-wife. I hated hearing that. “I have a name and it's Annabelle!” I said with a hiss.“Annabelle, don't talk to her that way!” Louis yelled. He had the audacity to yell at me in front of —“Sweetheart, get her out of our house.” Miya walked past me to hold Louis.Our house?I turned to Louis. “You let her stay here?”“Yes!” Miya snapped. “And Louis doesn't want you anymore. Leave.” I shifted my gaze to Louis and he still had the emotionless look on his face. “I think it's best if you leave, Annabelle.” I froze. “Leave?”He nodded. “Miya and I need space…”Miya cut him off mid-sentence. “You staying here, Annabelle, will only make things harder for us.” I stared at her in shock and then at him. I had lost my husband and now, I was losing my home too? I opened my mouth to protest, to remind him that I had lived here, that I had decorated every inch of this house, that I had poured my love into making it a home but then I saw it — The way he looked at Miya.His fingers brushed against hers and she rested on his arm like he belonged there. I realized the truth at that moment — I had lost. I swallowed back the lump in my throat and straightened my shoulders. Miya smiled. “Good girl I swallowed back the lump in my throat and straightened my shoulders. “Fine.”Miya smirked. “Good girl.”I ignored her and turned to leave. I refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.But as I stepped toward the door, Louis called out, “Annabella.”For a second, hope flickered in my chest. Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe—“I need you to promise something,” he said.I turned around, my nails digging into my palms. “What?”He met my eyes. “Promise me you’ll never step foot in this house again.”My heart stopped.The final blow.He wasn’t just throwing me out. He was making sure I never came back.Miya grinned. “That’s right. This is our home now. We don’t need your presence haunting us.”I clenched my jaw, my whole body trembling. But I forced myself to smile. A cold, empty smile.“You want me gone?” I whispered with quiet rage. I waited for him to stop me, to apologize, to tell me he was sorry and that he wanted me to stay. But he didn't do anything, didn't say anything. The truth was clear. I was the elephant in the room. I had to leave.“You win, Miya. I will never set foot in this house again.” And with that, I walked out of the house.I grabbed my things and dragged them to my car.“Be careful on your way out!” Miya called behind me.I froze and turned back to look at her. She had the nerve to touch Louis, to say that to me. I slammed the booth and walked over to the driver's seat and jumped in. I clenched the steering wheel and exhaled. “You'll be good, Anna. Just get out of here.” And I did.Now, I was standing right outside my uncle's house, the cool morning air biting at my skin. No home. No husband. I had nothing left. Hopefully, he'd welcome me with open eyes. I knocked quietly on the door and took a step back.The door suddenly flew open and Uncle Logan stood there. His face softened the moment he saw me. “Annabella?”I couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down my face. “Uncle Logan… he threw me out.” Without a word, he pulled me into a tight embrace.For the first time all day, I let myself cry. I sobbed against his chest, holding onto him like he was the only thing stopping me from falling apart. After what felt like forever, he pulled back and gently cupped my face.“You're home now.” He said softly. I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. “I don't want to be weak anymore, Uncle Logan.” His eyes darkened slightly. “You were never weak, Anabella.” I shook my head. “Louis walked all over me. I let him humiliate me but no more.” “What do you want to do?” He asked, an unfamiliar emotion crossing his face.I straightened my back. “I want to take over my parent's inheritance.”His brows lifted in surprise. “You do?”I nodded, a newfound determination enveloping me. “Yes. I've spent too long being someone's wife. I lost everything today, but I won't let him take my future too. I want what belongs to me.Uncle Logan studied me for a moment. Then, slowly, a proud smile spread across his face. “Then let's make sure you get it.”Later that night, as I laid in my old bedroom, my mind replayed everything that happened — Louis, Miya, the divorce, the betrayal, humiliation.I clenched my fists. Both Miya and Louis thought they had won, that I had been defeated but they had no idea who they had just thrown away.