Her Sweet Revenge.

Her Sweet Revenge.

Lyee

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And that's why she will also meet Austin Valley, the son of the owner of the school he attends who likes her. The question? Will Kath still choose his husband even if he forces her to sign their annulment? Or will she choose to love again and give Austin Valley a chance? And what if someone else came into her life to propose marriage to her and that was Angelo? Will she say Yes? or not?

Chapter 1 The Betryal Of A Friend

Kathlia's pov

It's already evening, but he's still not home. He's probably at his friend's house again, drinking with different women. I don't know why he's so excessively angry with me. I haven't done anything wrong. I find myself at home almost every day because he forbids me from going out to meet my friends. I let it be because he might beat me if I insist.

Even when I went to the mall with Manang, I couldn't go inside. Maybe I went to the mall with Manang only once to buy groceries for our home.

But I stayed inside the car then. Manang went inside the mall to buy the groceries we needed.

Max wasn't like this before I don't know why he suddenly changed, even his behavior towards me has changed. He's always angry when he sees my face.

I just let him do whatever he wants to me. Even if he beats me every day it's okay because I love him.

So, I have to endure it because I don't want him to leave my life. Even if I have to swallow my pride, it's okay. Manang arrived interrupting my thoughts.

"Eat this food and soup I prepared because it might get cold. It's raining, and the weather is bad," Manang said while placing the food on my table.

"Thank you Manang. By the way didn't Max call you to say what time he'll be home?" I asked while sipping the hot soup.

"No, but don't worry I'll let you know as soon as he calls," Manang replied with a smile.

"Are your bruises okay now, Kath?" Manang suddenly asked making me sad. Manang is the first person who sees me when Max hurts me. He gets angry because I don't do what he wants, especially when he's drunk and wants something to happen between us.

"I'm okay now Manang." I said.

"By the way have you eaten?" I asked Manang.

"I'll eat later after you finish Kath. I'll leave you now I have something to do in the kitchen."She said before heading to the kitchen.

"Is Kira here?" I asked my two friends Ziggy and Tristan.

"No she's not here yet bro."Tristan replied.

"Maybe she's busy right Ziggy?" Tristan added

"Or maybe there's traffic she'll come just wait."

Ugh! I miss her so much even though we see each other every day at the office I can't help but miss her. "Don't you know that Kathlia and Kira are friends? What if she finds out about this that her friend and her husband are having an affair?" I said seriously to Max.

"I don't care about her anymore." He replied without enthusiasm.

"Okay, you said. Tristan said seriously while looking at me.

Shit! The brat called so I answered it. "Hello, friend."Kathlia said on the other end of the phone. She's never been my friend, and now I'm acting friendly to her on the phone.

"Yes Kath?" I said without much interest. "Do you know where Max is?" Do I look like someone who searches for missing husbands, Kathlia? I said annoyed.

"What did you say, Kira? I didn't hear what you said." I asked confusedly.

"I don't know where your husband is, Kath. So if I were you, I'd sleep instead of waiting for him; he'll come home when he wants. Okay, I'll hang up now, bye," I said and turned off the phone. Poor Kathlia doesn't know that Max and I have an affair. Who cares as long as Max and I love each other, that's enough. I'm planning to ruin their relationship, and my plan worked in separating them. It's easy to manipulate Max in my hands. I'm on my way to Max's friend's house he's been waiting for me there.

"Goodbye Kira," I said and placed my phone beside my pillow.

I'm really getting used to my friend Kira; it seems like she's hiding something from me

Kathlia's pov...

After eating, I hurriedly went to my room and listened to my favorite songs. Maybe I'll just wait until sleep visits me.

I don't have anything else to do at home. He strictly prohibits me from leaving the house, so I can only hang out by the swimming pool area near our garden. I can only go out on school days. Max never goes to my school because he's busy with work. But in my previous school he used to drop me off and pick me up. But that was in the past; he changed, and he doesn't do those things anymore.

"What time do you plan to come home, Max?" Tristan asked me. "Why, are you sending me home already?" I replied looking at him seriously.

"I'm just asking." He answered shortly.

"I'll go home whenever I want," I said again. "Okay, whatever you say. I'm just worried that your wife, Kath, might be looking for you now." Tristan said without enthusiasm. So I just looked at him as if I didn't care about what he was saying.

"I don't care about that woman. I'm here to meet Kira, right? So can you stop mentioning that woman's name? because it only annoys me more. I said angrily to Tristan, who is now looking at me seriously.

"Kira has really taken over your system, Max. Because you weren't like this before. You used to treat Kathlia like a queen. It seems like you've really changed." Tristan said firmly.

"What do you really want to imply, huh? That it's all my fault why I woke up one day and don't love her anymore?" I said angrily to Tristan.

"I just want you to tell her the truth, Max, not like this, making people look foolish!" Tristan said seriously while sitting and looking at me.

"I already told you I just woke up one day and realized I don't love her anymore! That's it, Tristan! So stop bothering me please if you still want us to be friends." I said seriously to him while raising my eyebrows.

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