In the second year of our remarriage, I caught Hubert Stephens cheating for the third time.
He expected me to throw a fit, maybe even demand another divorce.
What he didn't expect was for me to do the opposite. No hysterics. No interrogation. Instead, I personally bought him a hundred condoms and a hundred sets of lingerie.
Afterward, Hubert came to me on his own. "She threw herself at me that time..."
"I know." I cut him off, all understanding. "I didn't see anything. Didn't hear anything. Don't worry about me."
My indifference made him frown.
He studied me for a long moment before letting out a cold laugh. "Lavinia Gilbert, what game are you playing now? Playing hard to get?"
"I'm telling you, that trick doesn't work on me."
I looked at him, face blank, and said nothing.
Then his phone rang. Whatever he heard drained the color from his face. He stormed past me, shoulder clipping mine hard enough to knock me sideways. He didn't even notice.
I stumbled, barely catching my balance.
Once I was sure he was gone, I pulled out my phone and called the private investigator.
When the line connected, I made myself clear: "The photos need to be high-resolution. Ideally, I want video of the affair and clear shots of their faces. Ten million dollars will be wired to your account when it's done."
No hesitation on the other end. He agreed immediately.
I hung up and let out a slow breath.
I'd been with Hubert since high school. Ten years, from hallway crushes to wedding vows. And in the end, he'd beaten me black and blue over a secretary, until I had no choice but to file for divorce.
All I'd wanted was to end that wreck of a marriage. I never noticed I'd been maneuvered into walking away with nothing.
Two years of scraping by later, Hubert came looking for me again, demanding I donate blood for his precious little secretary. I agreed to remarry him without a second thought.
Not for love. Only to reclaim the shares that were rightfully mine.
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I turned and headed upstairs to clear out the villa.
After I'd left, Hubert never set foot in this place again, so nearly everything I owned was still here.
I threw every piece of couple's merchandise and clothing into the trash. When I looked up and saw the wedding portrait above the headboard, I froze.
Six years ago, Hubert had thrown me a wedding so lavish it made international headlines.
Under a thousand spotlights, he'd dropped to one knee, his gaze burning with sincerity, and made me a promise: "Vinnie, from the moment I first saw you in high school, I knew you were the only one for me. From this day forward, I will treasure you above all else. I will never betray you."
But beautiful things never last. Four years into the marriage, I walked in on him and his secretary in a compromising situation. I stormed into his office demanding answers, and she accused me of assaulting her.
Hubert slapped me across the face without a word. Ten years together, and that was the first time he'd ever raised a hand to me. Over another woman.
The shrill ring of my phone cut through the memory. I steadied myself and answered.
"Lavinia, I underestimated you. I thought you genuinely didn't care, but it was all an act. You have fifteen minutes to get to the hospital and apologize to Clarissa Nolan. Otherwise... you won't like the consequences."
He hung up before I could get a single word in.
Not half a sentence. He wouldn't hear it.
I assumed Hubert was just running his mouth. I was wrong. Fifteen minutes later, his bodyguards dragged me to the hospital entrance and forced me to my knees.
I tried to stand. Two massive guards pinned me down.
My kneecaps cracked against the concrete. The pain was sharp enough to steal my breath.
"Hubert said he wanted to see me," I ground out. "What the hell is this?"
One of the guards sneered. "The boss says you have zero manners. Seeing as you're the girl who got both her parents killed, and nobody ever taught you how to behave, he figured he'd teach you himself."
The words "got both her parents killed" hit me like a fist to the chest.
Of course. My parents died young. It was the deepest wound I carried, and he knew exactly where to press.
I knelt in the blazing sun for six full hours before Hubert finally granted me permission to enter the hospital room.
He noticed my cracked, bloodless lips. Not a flicker of pity crossed his eyes.
"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked, voice like ice.
My lips moved twice. I thought of the unsigned divorce papers and forced the words out. "I've learned my lesson."
Hubert scoffed. "Good. Now go apologize to Clarissa."
Every muscle in my body locked. My fingers curled into fists.
"Apologize for what?" I couldn't stop myself. "What exactly did I do wrong?"
Hubert's eyes went wide. "You hired a driver to run Clarissa down, and you're going to stand there and play dumb? The driver already gave you up. What's left to argue?"
Attempted murder. That was a charge I could never accept. A stain like that would destroy any future I had left.
Before I could open my mouth, Clarissa let out a pitiful whimper. "Mr. Stephens, please don't put yourself through this. After all, no one ever admits to the crimes they've committed."
"Stubborn, are we?" Hubert's lips curled. "I have plenty of ways to deal with stubborn."
He ordered the bodyguards to haul me to the police station, and right in front of me, he told them to give me "special treatment."
That night, I was shoved into a cramped, pitch-black room. Several heavyset women filed in after me.
They didn't say a word. Fists knotted in my hair, nails raked across my skin, hands tore my clothes to shreds. The moment I tried to fight back, a storm of blows rained down.
After three hours of beating, I heard a voice ask: "Are you ready to confess?"
Chapter 2"I didn't do any of—"
My voice came out thin, barely there.
The charges were fabricated. Every last one. But Hubert never bothered to investigate. He took Clarissa's word as gospel, no questions asked. He really did love her that much.
A bitter laugh echoed somewhere inside my chest.
What followed was six hours of beatings. By the end, my vision went black and I lost consciousness entirely.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed.
Hubert sat beside me, his gaze flat and cold. "Stop going after Clarissa. Unless you want more of the same."
I said nothing.
During the two years he'd schemed to strip me of everything in the divorce, I'd swallowed every kind of suffering there was. This time, I was going to carve out a future of my own.
Hubert looked at my bruised, swollen face. Something unreadable flickered in his eyes. Then a phone rang, and his attention snapped away.
I glanced over without turning my head. The caller was Clarissa.
The moment he picked up, his brow softened. His voice turned gentle.
All things that used to be mine.
Back then, he'd been the notorious troublemaker at Crestfall High, and I was just a girl who'd gotten lost and stumbled onto him beating someone up.
That one encounter was all it took. He latched onto me after that, impossibly tender and attentive with me while staying vicious toward everyone else. It didn't matter if they were women. He never spared them a second glance.
When he proposed in that grand, over-the-top spectacle, practically everyone said Hubert Stephens was head over heels for me.
We became Crestfall's golden couple. Media outlets tripped over themselves to cover our high-school-sweethearts love story. The comments sections were full of people calling us a fairy tale come to life.
Too bad fairy tales always end at the wedding. And what came after, for Hubert and me, was everything those stories never bothered to tell.
"Something came up at the office. I need to handle it."
Hubert stood and headed for the door. Just before it closed, I heard him murmur into the phone, "Whatever my girl wants, I'll get it for her."
I pulled my gaze back, picked up the phone on the nightstand, entered the passcode, and switched to the second operating system.
There was only one number in the contacts. I stared at it for a long time before I finally made myself dial.
He picked up almost instantly. A warm, rich voice came through the speaker: "Vinnie. You finally decided to call me."
My heart stuttered. Heat flooded my ears. I turned the words over in my head, then forced them out through clenched teeth: "Could you... could you take me away? You mentioned a position at your company before. I can do the job."
He didn't hesitate. "Of course. I've been holding that spot for you. When do you want to come?"
I pressed my lips together. "One week. Once I've settled things here, I'll be there."
His voice was steady, sincere. "All right. I'll come pick you up."
After the call ended, I finally let myself exhale.
Three days in the hospital. Hubert didn't visit once. Meanwhile, the trending headlines were wall-to-wall coverage of him and Clarissa.
SHOCKING! Crestfall's Richest Man Bids on Every Single Lot at Auction Just to Make His Secretary Smile!
BREAKING! Stephens Group Heir Takes Secretary Wedding-Dress Shopping — Big Day Approaching!
On my very first day in the hospital, I'd received a friend request from Clarissa.
Over the next three days she sent me Hubert's full itinerary, message after message. I forwarded every single one to my private investigator and told them to move fast.
Ding.
Another taunt.
Clarissa had sent a photo, smug as ever. It was a cemetery plot.
When I made out the names on the headstones, my pupils contracted to pinpoints.
Clarissa called. My fingers were shaking as I answered.
She let out two soft laughs, her tone laced with venom. "What do you think about me bulldozing this place and putting up a nice public restroom?"
My mind went blank for a split second. I ground my molars together. "What the hell do you want, Clarissa?"
Hubert had bought that plot for my parents. He'd stood beside me in the rain that day and whispered, "From now on, I'm your only family. Wherever you are, that's home."
Promises from another lifetime. Punchlines now.
Clarissa's voice kept coming, relentless: "You saw me in bed with him, and you still had the nerve to crawl back. Shameless."
"I was this close to marrying him. I'm the one who should be Mrs. Stephens!"
"You ruined my life, you worthless little tramp. So don't expect me to make yours easy."
She hung up without waiting for a reply.
I sat frozen for a beat, then scrambled to check myself out. The billing desk told me my account had insufficient funds.
I stared. I hadn't expected Hubert to go that far.
I twisted the diamond ring off my finger and slid it across the counter. "Put this toward the bill."
I was leaving soon anyway. None of these things mattered anymore.
By the time I reached the cemetery, it was nothing but level ground.
Clarissa was already there. Her eyes swept over me, dripping with contempt and spite. "Oh, silly me. I forgot to dig out your parents' ashes first."
"Then again, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm sure they're rotting in the lowest circle of hell by now."
"So really, ashes or no ashes, what's the difference?"
I was shaking from head to toe.
A calculating gleam crossed Clarissa's eyes, and her lips curled into a cruel smile. "Tell you what. Get on your knees right now and knock your head on the ground a hundred times. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be generous enough to leave your parents' urn in one piece. If you refuse..."
I glared at her, cutting her off. "In your dreams."
Clarissa scoffed.
Then, without warning, she seized my wrist and yanked me forward. The next second she toppled backward, stiff as a board. Behind her, a cement mixer was already pouring concrete over the flattened ground.
Clarissa's face went white. "Mr. Stephens, save me—"
Before I could process what had happened, a shadow streaked past the corner of my vision. Hubert hauled Clarissa out.
He didn't give me a chance to speak. His face was stone. He drove his foot into my stomach and sent me skidding three yards across the dirt.
His voice was low, thick with fury. "Lavinia. I gave you a chance."
"Take her to the basement. She comes out when she apologizes. Not before."
Bodyguards dragged me to a car. As they pulled me away, I watched Hubert guide Clarissa into his vehicle with exquisite care, one hand hovering at the small of her back.
Two cars of very different worth drove off in opposite directions.
Just like the distance between Hubert and me. Growing wider with every passing second.
Chapter 3The entire time I was locked in that basement, I refused to apologize.
The sealed space made it hard to breathe. All I could do was curl into myself as tightly as possible, searching for some small scrap of comfort.
Then a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of me. Hubert stood over me, looking down. "Ready to admit you were wrong?"
I thought of the graves, leveled to nothing, and the stubbornness in me held. "I wasn't wrong. Hubert, you know that plot of land—"
He cut me off before I could finish. "I know."
"Clarissa wanted it. So I gave it to her."
I stared up at him, eyes wide. "You gave it to her?"
In that moment, I felt like I was looking at a stranger.
Hubert shrugged it off. "Clarissa is beautiful and kind. If she hadn't carried me out of those mountains, I probably wouldn't be alive today."
"Lavinia, all you have to do is admit you were wrong, and I'll let you out."
The mountains? Clarissa saved him?
Three years ago, when Hubert was stranded in the mountains, I was the one who hauled him out. Step by step, his weight on my back, through the snow. He survived. I ended up in the hospital for two weeks. When I finally woke up, the first thing I learned was that he'd been cheating on me. That was what ended our marriage.
But how had the person who saved him become Clarissa?
I opened my mouth. "Hubert, maybe you should look into—"
"Mr. Stephens, please don't be hard on her. It's all my fault. I lost my footing and fell on my own. She absolutely did not push me…"
Clarissa clicked over in her heels and positioned herself at Hubert's side, instantly pulling every ounce of his attention.
The moment I met her eyes, full of calculation and triumph, I understood. Clarissa had stolen credit for what I'd done.
Hubert wrapped his arm around Clarissa's slim waist, his voice tender. "What are you doing out of bed? The doctor said you need rest."
Clarissa leaned into him, her voice a syrupy whine. "I missed you. And it looks like she still hasn't realized what she did wrong. Maybe you should toss something in there with her. I hear people confess to anything when they're scared enough."
Hubert gave her an approving glance, then turned to the bodyguards. "You two. Go put my pets in there."
The word pets sent ice through my veins.
Hubert had a particular hobby. He kept centipedes, spiders, and snakes. Cold-blooded creatures, all of them.
The first time I'd seen them, I'd asked him, "They won't bite me, will they?"
Back then, Hubert had looked me in the eye and promised, with every appearance of sincerity: "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I will never let them hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
I never imagined this day would come so soon.
When the centipedes and spiders were released into the basement, my scalp went numb. They moved as if drawn to me, locking onto my position with terrible precision, swarming up my body in a crawling, writhing mass.
Tiny, sharp stabs of pain, over and over, until I could barely think.
Hubert's expression wavered.
Clarissa pressed her fingertips to her temple, her voice going faint. "Oh no, Mr. Stephens, I think I'm feeling a little unwell…"
Without a word, Hubert scooped her into his arms and walked away.
I lifted my head just in time to catch Clarissa peering back over his shoulder. Our eyes met. She mouthed the words silently: You deserve this, you worthless tramp.
I clenched my jaw and slammed my hands down on the insects, crushing every one I could reach.
Only one thought kept me alive: I am not dying here.
Chapter 4When I came to again, the sharp sting of antiseptic filled my nostrils. I frowned, the smell alone enough to make my stomach turn.
I struggled to sit up, but Hubert's voice cut through the silence before I could manage it. "You're hurt. Rest. What are you squirming around for?" A pause, then a sigh heavy with irritation. "You never make anything easy."
I clenched my fingers into the bedsheet. "And whose fault is it that I ended up like this?"
Hubert's expression froze for a split second before hardening over. "You brought this on yourself. Don't blame anyone else."
His words drove through my chest like a blade, buried themselves deep in my heart. The pain stole every word I might have said.
When I stayed silent, he opened his mouth to speak again, but a shrill ringtone cut him off.
He answered, and just like that, his voice softened without him even seeming to notice.
"Clarissa... yeah... I'll pick some up for you on my way over..."
He hung up and the warmth vanished, replaced by ice. "Clarissa is being generous this time. She's not pressing charges. Her birthday is in two days. Don't show your face there."
Two days. That was exactly when I'd planned to leave.
I lowered my gaze and said nothing.
The moment Hubert walked out, my phone buzzed with a text from Clarissa.
Don't kid yourself into thinking Hubert actually cares about you. He's planning to propose to me at my birthday gala. You're welcome to come watch, of course, but he'd really rather you didn't.
I turned off the phone and stared out the window at the blue sky and drifting clouds. My mind pulled me back to the day Hubert had proposed to me.
After I'd said yes, he'd lifted me off my feet and spun me around, laughing, again and again. He'd even had fireworks set off over Crestfall for nine straight nights to celebrate.
Back then, he'd been so happy he wanted the whole world to know I was his.
But after that... everything changed. The house was the same. The man was not.
The next day, I was discharged and went home. I punched in the door code, and the screen flashed red. Incorrect password.
I tried again. And again. Each time the same cold rejection blinked back at me, until the lock froze me out entirely.
That code, the one my fingers had entered thousands upon thousands of times, now told me I didn't belong here.
I remembered the day I'd first moved into this house. Hubert had taken my hand, and together we'd set the password.
"Just in case a certain someone forgets," he'd said with a grin, "I picked the day we got together."
That date was also my birthday. There was no way I'd gotten it wrong.
Yet the alarm kept blaring, each beep a slap across my face.
I was still standing there, frozen, when the door swung open from inside.
Clarissa stood in the doorway wearing my silk nightgown. She yawned, slow and lazy, as if she'd just rolled out of bed.
Then she swept her hair to one side, deliberately baring a neck mottled with hickeys. Her eyes glittered with satisfaction she didn't bother to hide.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie. Hubert brought me home last night, and I threw a little fit, so he changed the code." She tilted her head, lips curling. "Guess he forgot to tell you."
Chapter 5There wasn't a shred of guilt on Clarissa's face. If anything, she looked pleased with herself, watching me like she was waiting for me to lose it.
But I just stared at her, expressionless. I didn't say a word.
Clarissa rolled her eyes, bored by my lack of reaction, and stepped aside to let me through. A nasty smile curled at the corner of her lips. "Watch your step, sis. Wouldn't want you to throw out your back."
My gaze dropped. I caught her foot sliding out to trip me.
Every humiliation, every degradation I'd swallowed over the past few days surged through me at once. I lifted my foot and brought it down hard.
"Ahhh!"
Clarissa shrieked and crumpled to the floor, clutching her foot.
Hubert came rushing down the stairs, still buttoning his cuff. "What happened? Clarissa, what's wrong—"
Before I could get a word out, Clarissa beat me to it. "I was being nice and opened the door for her, and she didn't even appreciate it. She stomped on my foot on purpose!"
Hubert's face went black. He didn't ask a single question. "Lavinia. Apologize."
Again.
No questions asked. Just apologize.
I looked at Hubert in silence.
It didn't matter what I said. He would never believe me. So I said nothing at all.
Hubert's jaw tightened. "Looks like you don't need those legs of yours."
The words had barely left his mouth before two bodyguards stepped forward, one on each side, pinning me in place.
A third raised a baton and brought it down on my kneecap. The pain was blinding. My legs buckled and I hit the floor, cold sweat pouring down my face. I bit down so hard my teeth nearly cracked, but I refused to make a sound.
Something in my silence set Hubert off. His voice turned brutal. "Fine. You want to play tough? Let's see just how tough you really are."
He ordered the bodyguards to throw me into the freezer.
Hubert stood at the freezer door, his eyes colder than anything inside it.
"Stay in there and cool off, Lavinia. You can come out when you're ready to admit you were wrong."
The cold ate through my skin, my muscles, my bones. I could feel my body temperature dropping, degree by degree.
I didn't want to die in here.
I was so close. So close to getting out.
I tried to call for Hubert, but my throat wouldn't produce a sound.
When I opened my eyes again, I was tied to a bed.
Hubert stood beside it in a tailored tuxedo, his expression glacial.
"Today is Clarissa's birthday. I won't let you ruin it."
"So your solution is to tie me up like a prisoner?"
I stared at him in disbelief.
A sharp, hollow ache bloomed behind my ribs.
Hubert didn't deny it. All he said was, "Be good. Once tonight is over, I'll make it up to you."
He turned to leave. I called out before he reached the door.
"Hubert. You promised me once that you'd give me a villa. Do you remember?"
His body went rigid for a split second. Then he turned back to face me. "I remember. Have you decided which one?"
I nodded quickly. "Yes. I already drafted the contract. It's in the second drawer of this nightstand."
"Just sign it, and I promise I won't cause any more trouble. Deal?"
Hubert didn't think twice. He pulled the contract from the drawer, scrawled his signature, and set it back on the nightstand.
He never noticed the divorce papers and the share-transfer agreement tucked in with it.
He didn't even glance up. "Done. Remember what you said."
Then he turned and walked out.
Ten minutes after the door closed, I pulled out the razor blade I'd hidden and began sawing through the ropes, strand by strand.
The moment I was free, I called a moving company and told them to pick up the boxes I'd packed days ago.
At the same time, I grabbed the signed divorce agreement and the other documents, tracked down the paparazzo, collected every photo he'd taken over the past few days, and went straight to a lawyer. I handed over everything.
I booked a flight to Thornridge, climbed into a cab, and pulled the second SIM card out of my phone.
Hubert had bought it for me.
Back when he wanted to make sure he could always reach me, that I'd never run out of minutes or data again.
I didn't need it anymore.
I snapped the card in half and tossed it out the window.
Hubert Stephens, I hope we never cross paths again.
Crestfall. I never wanted to come back.