SWEET REVENGE He Betrayed Me Now He Must Pay

CHAPTER 1

Today, I got released for a crime I hadn't committed in the first place.

Sudden lights snap me out of my thoughts as the sound of clicking drags me back to the present.

Reporters.

Fucking reporters.

A bunch of them flooded me at once, crowding me as they took shots after shots, shouting incoherent words at me.

Words that I had to strain my ears to hear. Honestly, I wish I hadn't.

"It's Mrs. Clara, the ex of Mr. Derrick!"

Ex?

What the hell were they talking about?

I shake my head a bit, not wanting to pay them any heed as I try to push through them. Reporters and their gibbering.

"Ma'am! What do you have to say after three years?"

Where the hell are they coming from? I push harder, ducking my head to avoid more cameras.

"Are you even supposed to be out yet? The police claimed your case was rather dire. Is that so?"

Urgh, for Christ's sake, let me pass!

I try to duck further away, but a sharp pain soon stings my skull as someone mistakenly tugs at my hair.

I'm about to give them a piece of my mind when someone says something that makes me halt.

"Mrs. Clara, how do you feel about your ex-husband getting married on the day of your release?"

Huh?

Slowly, I turn around to look at the reporter who'd just spoken.

"W...what the hell did you just say?"

He wouldn't dare.

"Mr. Derrick is getting married to Ms. Florida at Saint James Cathedral as we speak. How do you feel about that? Do you consent to their marriage?" The reporter repeats, pushing her hand forward to hand me the microphone.

I blink, but I'm still standing where I'm stationed.

This is not a dream.

"You... you're lying." I force out the words. Derrick wouldn't do that to me.

He... he loves me.

The reporter clicks her tongue, digs through her bag, and slips out her device before playing a video.

..A live video of Derrick in the same church where we'd gotten married, saying vows to Florida, my best friend.

My entire being pales as I stumble a few steps back, almost about to fall, but I steady myself. Tears burned my eyes as I steadied my gaze on my husband, now passionately kissing Florida.

A sudden ache rises in my chest as I turn around.

Rage. Blind fucking rage ripples through my bones as I force my tears down. I run my fingers through my hair, and I tug at them tightly.

I've never felt this angry.

It feels as if my head.. my head..

"Mrs Clara?"

..It's about to fucking explode.

"Talk to us, do you contest Mr. Derrick's marriage to Ms. Florida?"

I needed to calm myself down.

"Mrs. Clara Anthony?"

I needed to..

My eyes snap towards a police man stationed at the front of the building, my eyes rake him before slowly landing on the gun hoisted on his waist.

I know I shouldn't, but at this point...

Sending my right leg forward, I take a step, and another, grab the gun from the officer, and soon I'm speeding across the lot like a crazed woman.

..But at this point, I'm not thinking at all.