The Sweet Poison Of Revenge. Victory Storm

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      Suddenly I experienced a rapid heartbeat.

      As soon as my eyes met his blue ones, I could not catch my breath and was not able to compose myself for several seconds.

      "Zane," I uttered, still unable to breathe, while every part of my body that had been touched and kissed by him in the past seemed to awaken.

      "Audrey," he replied dryly and annoyingly.

      "What are you doing here?" I managed to ask, unable to think about anything else except that unlucky coincidence, which might only lead to two things: risking to lose my job and bring back the memories of our married life together that I had tried for four years to erase from memory.

      "Mr. Thunder, I am mortified," the owner of the place uttered immediately, followed by two other workers who had come to clean up the damage immediately and to remove the glass from the floor before it could harm anyone.

      "Anderson, I thought you were more careful in choosing your employees," Zane hissed sternly, wiping his jacket and shirt with a napkin.

      That sentence hit me like a punch in the stomach.

      I remembered that unyielding, harsh tone when he was after something.

      I stared in perplexity at my ex-husband and what I saw made me feel like I was hovering over a precipice.

      He kept looking at me as he spoke to my boss.

      What I read there was not mere irritation, but also a veiled satisfaction masked by a smile at the sound of Anderson's words when I tried to fix the damage.

      “I apologize for what happened. If I can do something ...” I tried to say, trying not to think how much it was costing me to apologize to the one who had destroyed our marriage.

      “Miss Larson, there is only one thing you can do: take your stuff and get out of here. Immediately,” Anderson replied furiously, without even looking at me.

      Oh no! I had just lost my job!

      Shocked and unable to react, I took one last look at Zane.

      He was not smiling, but he had a glimmer of triumph in his eyes.

      "You did it on purpose, didn't you?" I figured out at some point. "I need this job," I added, despite his silence.

      “How dare you? Get out of here! Did you hear me, or do I need to call the police?” My ex-boss intervened, stepping between me and Zane.

      "I'm leaving," I surrendered destroyed.

      Four years had passed since the divorce, from the day Zane had managed to win and take away everything, everything I had.

      After all that time, I had hoped that my fortune had changed and instead ...

      Zane had won again.

      He just got me fired.

      I was sure: that confrontation had been intentional.

      Hurriedly, I went to the back, took off my uniform and emptied my locker.

      I did not even notice that I had started to cry.

      Mine was a cry of frustration, anger, fear, disappointment, and bitterness ... They were tears of defeat.

      Seeing Zane had troubled me a lot. Even too much. Much more than I could have imagined.

      I had not seen him for years, and when I decided to go back to Chicago, I knew his ad agency was located north of the city, so I set out to never go over there.

      In fact, I had looked for a house in the south and a job in the south-west.

      I had hoped never to meet him, even though I had always repeated that after all those years I felt nothing more for him, except a cold and sincere indifference.

      I wiped my tears.

       Audrey, he is no longer your husband and he can no longer hurt you.

      Running, I took my things and ran away from the restaurant, without saying goodbye to anyone.

      "Audrey." I heard Zane's hoarse voice behind me. To hear my name spoken by his voice was pure poison to my heart.

      I turned and saw him.

      He too had exited Prestige.

      "Isn't it enough for you to get me fired? What else do you want, Zane? Wasn't it enough for you to have taken everything away from me four years ago?” I burst out furiously, trying to stop my tears.

      "Did I take everything away from you?" He growled, approaching me so much that I could feel his breath on my skin and his distinct scent.

      I could not answer, I was too stunned by his closeness and by the sensations the smell of his skin always managed to unleash.

       Why couldn't I forget your perfume?

      How was it possible that, after so many years, his scent still managed to make me a prisoner as it once did?

       Zane does not belong to you anymore. Remember that.

      I nodded weakly.

      'Audrey, it was you who started, destroying our marriage, and running away from me. Did you really think you could do what you did without suffering terrible consequences?” He hissed threateningly, his jaw contracted, and his eyes slit.

      "Did you not get enough revenge already?"

      “Revenge? No, baby, I just took what was mine. "

      “Yours or ours? I'd like to remind you that, we founded the Thunder Company together and then you kicked me out. "

      "You left!"

      “I know and that's why I agreed to leave you everything and not ask for half of the agency. I only took back the money that belonged to me before getting married, "I reminded him angrily.

      Yes, I had left it because I could no longer feel suffocated in a marriage without love and commitment, since we had founded our advertising agency. What was supposed to be a dream come true had turned into an obsession with Zane’s success and a complete abrogation of the time devoted to love.

      “You took what you deserved. Be thankful I did not take those too. You don't deserve anything. "

      I did not know what happened to me. I only saw my hand move on its own and slap him in the face.

      I had never been a violent person, but my nerves were shattered.

      Within a year I had lost my father, the family home, I had finally left Gatesville for Chicago, could not find a job in the workplace and I was full of debts.

      And now, Zane and my layoff.

      “Please, excuse me ... I didn't want to ...,” I whispered feeling guilty. I had never gone that far, not even during the terrible quarrels of the last year of marriage or divorce proceedings. “Wow ... This is the result of the hatred you have harbored over the past four years," Zane murmured angrily, rubbing his red cheek. “Wasn’t it enough for me to lose an important customer with whom I had to sign a contract? No, now you are even raising your hands in front of everyone, in the middle of the road. " lI looked around and noticed some passersby staring at us in horror. I apologize, "I murmured, my cheeks burning with shame. What had I done? How could I have hit the man I had loved for seven years and with whom I had ended all relationships for four long years now? “I don't know what to make of your apologies," Zane replied dryly, turning to the street, and stopping the first available taxi. I could not even say good-bye to him or say anything else for that matter. Zane was gone.a…

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      Audrey

      "Are you crazy?" Gwen exploded when I told her what had happened to me the day before.

      After the divorce,