After He Used Our Daughter, I Destroyed His World Chapter 06
Kate’s POV
The booming music inside didn’t stop, but the cheering did.
Alan practically leaped off the sofa, his face draining to a sickly, stark white.
“Kate!” He stumbled forward, desperately trying to fix his unbuttoned collar. “It’s… it’s not what you think. We were just playing around! A joke for the guys!”
I walked right up to him and slammed the freshly reprinted divorce papers directly into his lying face.
The thick stack of documents smacked his cheek. ” Your deep, devoted husband act is officially over, Alan,”
He lunged forward, desperately grabbing my wrists. Kate, please!” he begged, attempting to use our daughter as his ultimate bargaining chip. “Think about Nina! Don’t tear our family apart! Do it for our child!“.
“For Nina?” I laughed. A harsh, agonizing sound that tore my throat. I wrenched my hand free. And I slapped him across the face with every ounce of rage 1 possessed.
“When you used our ten–year–old daughter to cover up your filthy hotel trips, did you think about her being a child then?” I roared.
Alan staggered back, clutching his face in absolute shock.
Lillian suddenly rushed forward, wrapping her arms around his waist like a tragic, fiercely loyal heroine.
“How can you be so incredibly cold–blooded?” Lillian shrieked at me, pointing a trembling finger. “He loves you! He’s begging you, and you just abuse him!“.
I slowly turned my sights on her.
Without a single second of hesitation, I raised my hand.
Smack. I slapped her hard. Smack. I backhanded her across the other cheek.
Lillian shrieked, stumbling backward, clutching her rapidly swelling face.
“You are wearing the watch I didn’t want,” I mocked ruthlessly. “You are sleeping with the man I just threw away in the garbage.
I leaned in close to her ear. “And even after letting him defile my bed, you still can’t even get him to marry you,” I whispered, watching her entire world crumble. “You fail as a woman, and you fail even harder as a mistress. What gives you the right to bark at me?“.
The room was entirely quiet. The audience of his rich friends stared at the floor. I turned on my heel and walked out.
Three days later.
I was standing in the kitchen of my high–security apartment when the intercom buzzed. It was the concierge. A woman was screaming my name in the lobby. I went down. It was Lillian.
She looked nothing like the polished, smug equestrian coach anymore. She was experiencing a total emotional breakdown. Her hair was a rat’s nest. Her expensive makeup was smeared with tears.
“You think you won?!” she screamed the second I stepped out of the elevator, drawing shocked stares from the residents. She charged at me, hysterically shouting graphic, sickening details. “He likes it when I wear your clothes! He told me how much tighter I am on your bed!” she shrieked, desperately trying to provoke my rage.
I didn’t flinch. I didn’t yell. I just looked at her. The exact same way I would look at a piece of rotting trash on the sidewalk.
“Are you done?” I asked quietly.
She froze, panting heavily.
“You’re pathetic,” I told her plainly. “He won’t marry you. He never will.” I smiled a chilling, empty smile. ” Watch your back, Lillian. Men like Alan don’t stop. He‘ Il have a new, younger prey very soon,” I stated.
Her face contorted in sheer, paralyzing terror. I turned and walked back to the private elevators, leaving her screaming wildly at the glass doors.
Two weeks later.
Alan was officially backed into a corner. My ruthless lawyers had completely decimated him. His assets were frozen.
He sent me a single, pathetic text message. Meet me at the Art Museum. Where I proposed. Please, Kate. Just one last time..
I went.
Not to reconcile. To bury him.
He was standing in front of the exact Renaissance painting where he had dropped to one knee twelve years ago. He looked aged. Exhausted. Desperate.
“Kate,” he choked out as I approached. Actual tears brimmed in his bloodshot eyes. He desperately tried to use our beautiful memories and his tears to reawaken my love.
“We were so happy here. Remember? We can go to that. I love you,” he pleaded. back
I stared at him. The man I had worshipped for over a decade.
“Do you remember what you swore to me in my college dorm?” I asked, my voice deadly calm.
He blinked, confused by the sudden question.
“You were crying about your father’s affair,” I recited, word for exact word, reviving the ghost of the boy I once loved. “I swear to God, Kate, I will never put you through the pain my mother is feeling right now.““.
Alan’s breath hitched violently. The remaining blood drained from his face.
“I will never, ever cheat on you,“” I finished the vow, looking him dead in the eye. “You didn’t just break your promise, Alan. You broke me. You broke our daughter.”
“No, Kate, please…” he sobbed, falling to his knees right there in the gallery.
“I will never, ever forgive you,” I declared.
I pulled the final divorce documents from my bag. I shoved them into his chest, forcing a pen into his trembling hand. “Sign the papers,” I commanded.