Chapter 6
Elena stood in front of the mirror the next morning, staring at her reflection like she didn’t quite recognize the woman looking back. The swelling around her eyes had gone down, and her skin had regained some of its color. But it wasn’t her face that had changed.
It was her eyes.
They weren’t soft anymore. They didn’t hold hope.
They held fire.
She pulled her hair back, dressed sharply in a cream blouse and black slacks, and headed out. Today, she had a meeting—not for work, but for revenge.
Elena had made up her mind.
She wasn’t going to sit back and watch Andrew and Chloe move on like nothing happened. She wasn’t going to play the victim while they played house. No. If they wanted to betray her, they would both learn what it meant to betray the wrong woman.
First, she paid a visit to a friend of hers—Jade, an ambitious woman with a sharp mind and a job in public relations.
“What are we talking about here?” Jade asked, sipping her iced coffee.
Elena sat across from her with a calm smile. “I want to destroy them. Not physically. Not publicly. Just enough to make them question every step they take.”
Jade raised a brow. “You’re serious.”
“Dead serious.”
Jade chuckled. “Alright then. First things first. What do you know about Andrew’s company?”
“Plenty,” Elena replied. “I worked there for years. I know who’s loyal to him, who’s not, what projects he’s messed up, and the kind of secrets they keep locked behind boardroom doors.”
Jade leaned in, eyes lighting up. “Good. That’s how we start. We bleed him slowly. Not all at once. Just enough to make him panic.”
“And Chloe?” Elena asked.
“Oh, we’ll handle her too. She likes attention, doesn’t she?”
“Desperately.”
“Perfect,” Jade said with a smirk. “Let’s see how she handles it when the spotlight turns a little… ugly.”
They spent hours plotting. Not out of bitterness—but strategy. Elena wasn’t going to scream and cry. She was going to outsmart them, outlast them, and then walk away while they choked on the consequences of their own betrayal.
That night, back in her apartment, Elena’s phone buzzed.
It was a message from an unknown number.
Sebastian: I hope you’re not letting the world walk all over you while I’m gone.
She stared at the message, her fingers hovering over the screen.
After a few seconds, she replied.
Elena: No. I’m sharpening my claws.
He replied almost instantly.
Sebastian: Good. I’d hate to see you waste your rage.
She didn’t respond to that. But a small smile tugged at her lips.
The following morning, Elena visited the office one last time. Not as an employee. Not as Andrew’s wife. But as the woman who would shake the foundation of his carefully controlled world.
She walked in with grace and confidence, dressed in a sleek black dress and heels that echoed down the marble floor like warning bells.
Andrew wasn’t expecting her.
He stood in his glass office when she entered, confused at first… then annoyed.
“Elena,” he said, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to collect a few things,” she said, her voice calm. “And to say goodbye.”
He frowned. “You didn’t have to come in person for that.”
“No,” she said. “But I wanted to look you in the eye one last time before I walk away from everything you destroyed.”
“Destroyed?” he scoffed. “You’re being dramatic.”
She stepped closer. “Am I? You slept with my best friend in the apartment we shared. You lied to my face for God knows how long. And now you want to call me dramatic?”
Andrew’s jaw clenched. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”
Elena laughed softly. “It never is. But here we are.”
He looked at her for a long moment, eyes narrowing slightly. “Is this about money? Is that what you want?”
She blinked at him, stunned for a second. Then she smiled.
“I don’t want your money, Andrew. I want your peace. And I’m going to take it, one piece at a time.”
And with that, she walked out, her heels striking the ground like thunder.
She didn’t look back.
She didn’t need to.
Because this was no longer his story.
It was hers now.
And it had only just begun.