Chapter 4
Chesca stood in the walk–in closet, methodically packing every piece of clothing and jewelry she owned.
When she’d first married into the Elkedonia family, she arrived with very little. Now leaving, the boxes seemed endless.
Over the years, Fabian had never given her love, but he’d been generous with material compensation.
She removed her platinum necklace, diamond earrings, and the priceless Cartier watch–all gifts from Fabian. The Elkedonias were notoriously possessive about their wealth. She knew this would sting them.
Walking to the bedroom wall, she stared at the oil painting–a younger Fabian, confident and full of ambition. She had painted it herself, spending three months capturing him in a way that made him seem almost luminous.
Chesca took out her lipstick and violently slashed the canvas. Crimson streaks slashed through his face, smearing it beyond recognition.
Then, she picked up their wedding photo from the nightstand. In it, she was beaming while Fabian looked indifferent. She hurled it to the floor, glass shards scattering everywhere.
Then she took a knife and sliced the photo in half, separating their smiles forever.
Finally, she placed the phone containing the sex videos on the nightstand, next to her removed diamond ring. She was leaving Fabian nothing but this evidence and her absolute finality.
Chesca wiped away her tears and straightened her back. She changed into a sleek black pantsuit, grabbed her luggage, and walked out of the bedroom.
Ella approached hesitantly. “Ma’am… where are you going?”
She smiled faintly. “Tell Fabian–I’m not coming back.”
She got into the Uber. Not once did she look back at the opulent mansion.
At the hospital, Fabian received a call from the housekeeper Ella. “Sir… Mrs. Elkedonia’s gone. She took several large suitcases. The bedroom… it’s a mess.”
He rushed back to Orlanda Castle immediately. The moment he pushed open the bedroom door, chaos met him. The wedding photo was shattered, the wall painting was slashed beyond recognition with lipstick, and the closet was empty.
He picked up the phone on the nightstand and pressed play.
The screen flickered to life–Veronica and a man who looked eerily like him, kucked up in bed. He recognized the forgery immediately.
Veronica was playing a dangerous game. He let out a short laugh before dialing Chesca’s number.
“There’s a limit to selfishness! Chesca Lavirins, you need to consider the bigger picture.” His voice was low and cold.
“There is no bigger picture anymore! Fabian Elkedonia, I’ve had divorce papers drafted. You’ll receive a court summons soon. I left the evidence for you–that phone.” she replied calmly.
“Chesca! Let me explain…” Fabian’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
རྐང་རྗེས་གངས། ང་མོ་ཁག་སང་ཁོངས་ན་་
“There’s nothing to explain. We’re done, Fabian. You can be with your ‘good girl‘ now.” Chesca mockingly repeated the words from the video.
She hung up and turned off her phone. She needed time completely separated from Fabian’s world.
Fabian roared in fury, smashing the bedside lamp against the wall.
Ella tentatively entered. “Sir… Miss Arnault just called. Said it’s urgent.”
“Tell her to fuck off!” Fabian snapped.
Chesca was gone.
Chesca didn’t want him anymore. His Chesca didn’t want him anymore. She had once promised to be with him forever and sworn to stand by his side, never leaving….
Fabian suppressed his heavy breathing, controlling his rage.
Just then, his gaze flickered, noticing a piece of paper scattered under the bed–slightly yellowed with time.
Fabian frowned: What was that?
He went over to pick it up, and in the next second, he froze-
It was a diagnosis from an Obstetrics & Gynecology hospital.
Patient name: Chesca Lavirins.
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