A Vow for revenge

Chapter One 

Diana Point of view 

Obsessed 

My lovely husband came down the staircase to meet me in the kitchen and kissed me softly on my cheeks. 

I smiled, a warm flutter settling in my chest, because I truly had been more than blessed to have him in my life.

"Good morning, babe," he said, grinning from ear to ear, the kind of grin that made my heart skip a beat every time.

"Good morning, honey," I replied, my focus glued to the pancakes I was flipping carefully, not wanting to burn them.

"How was your night?" he asked, reaching into the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

"I slept well," I answered, sitting down the last piece of pancake on the plate, trying to sound casual though a small smile tugged at my lips.

He sat down across from me and started devouring the food I had prepared, my early morning efforts after staying up all night helping him draft and organize his business proposals finally coming to fruition.

"Well done, honey. I see you've been working really hard on this project all week," he said, a note of genuine admiration in his voice.

"I don't see it as anything much. Honestly, I love being by your side through it all," I replied, brushing off my contribution though pride stirred faintly in my chest.

"Once I get this deal," he said, looking up from the documents with that twinkle in his eyes, "I promise, I will take you on a vacation-to any country of your choice."

My heart melted. Was he serious this time?

I smiled, thinking about all the late nights, the paperwork, the hours spent trying to make his projects perfect. That's what I loved about him. I didn't mind pouring every ounce of my energy, skill, and patience into making sure his business flourished.

I had been married to him for five years, and though I had stopped my own career to focus entirely on his, he had never failed to show his appreciation with kind words and little gestures of affection. The promise of a trip made my excitement bubble up uncontrollably.

"Oh...I can't wait to experience such a wonderful trip with you," I said, my voice laced with genuine delight.

He kept flipping through the files, reviewing the proposals. A few minutes later, he paused and smiled, clearly impressed with my work.

"I will be going now. We have a team meeting in a few minutes," he announced.

I rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

"Good luck, babe," I whispered.

He hugged me back, lingering a moment longer before walking out the door and heading to his BMW.

I returned to the kitchen, carefully packing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. After that, I swept the floors and started the laundry, keeping the mansion immaculate.

Even though David's business had made him a multi-millionaire, he had chosen not to hire a maid. His reason? He didn't want me to grow lazy after leaving the fashion industry. I had agreed. I knew he meant well, and secretly, I didn't mind the tasks; they kept me busy, grounded, and gave me a sense of contribution.

I had prayed for a man like David for so long. Five years ago, when he asked me to marry him, I had been ecstatic, and I couldn't imagine jeopardizing such a blessing. I had turned twenty-nine that year, and the thought of being a spinster at thirty had terrified me.

When he asked me to quit my job, I hadn't hesitated. I resigned immediately, trusting his promise to employ me as a member of his board of directors. I had believed in him, in us, and in the life we were building together.

After finishing the housework, I turned my attention to the remaining documents he had assigned me. My eyes widened in shock as I saw the name listed as the new C.E.O. of my former fashion company.

How could he? My heart raced. I dropped the files onto the table with a loud thud. I needed answers, and the only person who could give them was in the office of his company.

I showered quickly, dressed neatly, and traced his office location using Google Maps. I arrived and walked into the building, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach.

At the reception, a young woman smiled politely at me, gesturing for me to sit. She looked barely twenty-four, cheerful and unassuming.

I sighed, frustrated. If only she knew who I was-she would have let me in without hesitation. But I had no proof of my identity. David had insisted I keep my father's surname, Rodriguez, instead of using his, Williams.

A few minutes later, she nodded at me, signaling that I could go in. 

I stepped inside, and there he was-David. The shock on his face mirrored the storm of questions swirling in my mind.

"Diana...what...what are you doing here?" he stammered, clearly taken aback.

"Well... I'm sorry to walk into your office unannounced," I said, placing the document firmly on the table between us, "but I need answers."

His eyes widened further, searching mine as if trying to read my intentions.

"Do you mind explaining why there is a woman's name on this document, and why she bears your surname as well?" I demanded, my voice trembling slightly with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

He ran a hand through his hair nervously. "I... I can explain," he said, though the hesitation in his voice told me this was going to be a long, complicated conversation.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the answer, knowing deep down that whatever he said next could change everything I thought I knew about our marriage.

"You better start!", I yelled at the top of my voice. 

David didn't shout.

That alone unsettled me.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes dark-not guilty, not nervous. 

Calculating.

"Diana," he said calmly, "that company was never meant to have your name on it."