Revenge in stilettos

Name: Revenge in stilettos
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Mary Ama

Billionaires | Ongoing

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Sometimes, your husband and child can be the beginning of your villain arc. "Mommy, why can't you be more like Aunt Lila?" Those eight words shatter Judith Collins's world. Once a doting wife and mother, Judith sacrificed everything-her dreams, her career, her identity-for a family that now treats her like a stranger. Replaced by the woman she once called a friend, betrayed by the very people she loved most, Judith does the unthinkable: she walks out with nothing but a suitcase and her dignity intact. But heartbreak has a way of lighting a fire. With stilettos sharper than her resolve and a heart turned to ice, Judith reclaims her power, builds an empire from scratch, and turns her pain into profit. The same boardrooms that once dismissed her now bow to her brilliance. And the bitchy husband who once challenged her? He's falling harder than anyone expected. As her ex-husband's world begins to crumble and her son starts to question everything, Judith faces the ultimate decision: revenge or redemption? In a world of high heels and higher stakes, she's no longer asking for a seat at the table. She's taking over the whole damn building. Plus, it helps that there's the smoking hot billionaire willing to burn buildings just to sit at her table. A scorching tale of betrayal, ambition, and sweet revenge-served best in stilettos.

CEO Romance

Chapter 5 Crossing Paths

06-04 19:29

Chapter 1 The Words that started it

"Mommy, can Aunt Lila be my second mommy? She makes Daddy and me so happy!"

The words land in my chest like a fist. My breath stutters, but I force a smile, smooth and steady, the kind I've perfected over seven years of pretending everything's fine. Inside, I crack.

We sit around the dinner table-my husband- Mark, my son- Caleb, and me. The silence hums, broken only by the clinking of forks and soft chews. Mark barely looks at me; his eyes flick between his plate and his phone, his attention half a world away. Caleb on his own, six years old, eyes bright, but tonight they cut like knives.

"Caleb," Mark says without looking up, voice clipped. "Don't be disrespectful."

But it's hollow. He doesn't meet my eyes. He hasn't done that in a while.

Caleb tilts his head, frowning. "But you always look so sad? Aunt Lila laughs and plays with me."

I turn to my son, keeping my smile fixed, "I'm not sad, baby. Just tired."

"You just sit there. Tell me to not eat candy and not play. Aunt Lila says that I'm a child and children need plenty amount of play."

I sigh, my mind running with list of things to say to Caleb, "Lila is ----." I stutter

Mark clears his throat, finally glancing at me for a brief moment. His face is unreadable. "Enough."

But it's never enough.

Aunt Lila. That name stings. She's the one Caleb adores, the one Mark prefers, the woman who slipped into our lives as my best friend.

And Mark gently reprimanding Caleb only happens when Lila is involved. Like always.

I glance down at my plate-bland chicken, green beans wilting. I used to cook meals that lit up this table, that filled this house with warmth. Now everything feels cold. Dull.

I reach out, my fingers trembling as they brush against the edge of the table. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of love, sacrifice, hope. And now, these words, these silences, this replacement.

The dinner ends. Mark heads to his office without a word, phone already in hand.

Caleb skips off, giggling with Aunt Lila somewhere down the hall.

I sit alone at the table, the empty plate mocking me. My eyes fall on the divorce papers resting where Mark left them on the counter earlier. Cold, stark, final.

I pick them up, tracing the bold letters with my fingertips. The weight of those sheets crushes me. I want to scream, to cry, to fight-but the tears stay buried, the scream swallowed.

I'm not the woman I used to be. I'm a shadow.

A memory flickers-our wedding day, bright and full of promises. Mark smiling at me like I was everything. Caleb's tiny hand in mine at birth.

I was so certain leaving the career atmosphere and living for them both would be worth it. And why wouldn't it? They were my favorite people on Earth. One swore to protect me till forever, and I swore to protect the other one till forever.

Now, those dreams lie shattered at my feet.

I stand, clutching the divorce papers. The house feels hollow, echoing with the laughter that's not mine.

The clock ticks, slow and cruel.

I stare out the window at the city lights, blurred by tears I won't let fall.

I'm broken, but I'm still here. For Jackson. For me.

And somehow, somewhere deep inside, a flicker of fire remains.

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