Chapter 4 The betrayer
At that moment, he then gesture towards the document.
Vincent then continue, still standing tall like he was doing Megan a big favor.
“Well,” he said with a fake smile, “just because of our past… you know, the time we spent together… and the little sacrifice you made.”
He tilted his head slightly and nodded toward the brown envelope in Jessica’s hand.
“There’s a check inside that divorce paper,” he added calmly. “When you sign the divorce paper, you can claim it.”
He paused and gave Megan a proud smirk.
“It’s worth $100,000. Yes. That’s what it can do for you, Megan. At least that money will help you live the kind of life someone like you is worth.”
Megan’s eyes widened slightly. Her chest rose with anger, but she didn’t speak yet.
Vincent continued, like her silence meant nothing.
“So as you can see, I already have somebody that I love already, and she complete me,” he said, glancing at his bride.
He smiled again and looked back at Megan.
“So just do the needful,” he said with a little shrug, “and get lost.”
At that moment, Vincent’s parents then gave their daughter in law a look like they were proud of her. But when they looked at Megan, their faces changed completely.
Deborah rolled her eyes hard and covered her nose again with her handkerchief, clearly showing her disgust. Jessica followed, doing the exact same thing.
Deborah then step forward, looking straight at Megan.
She pulled down her handkerchief a bit, just enough to speak.
“You are just fooling yourself, Megan,” Deborah said with a cold tone. “Do you even know how you look right now?”
She shook her head slowly.
“You are just disgracing yourself all over the place. You should be ashamed.”
She held her handkerchief close again but didn’t stop talking.
“Why can’t you just sign the goddamn divorce paper and take the money?” Deborah said directly to her. “That’s why you came here anyway, right? For the money.”
Deborah stepped even closer, raising her voice now.
“If it wasn’t because of that check, you wouldn’t even be standing here! So what are you wasting time on, Megan? What are you really waiting for?”
At that moment Megan shakes her head in disappointment.
Then with a deadly gaze Megan raised her head.
Her hands slowly dropped from her sides, her back straightened, and the sadness that once filled her eyes was no longer there.
She looked at Vincent eyeball to eyeball. Her face was calm, but her voice came out cold, steady, and full of something deep… something dangerous.
“You’re going to pay for this, Vincent,” she said softly, but her words landed like thunder in the hall. “This betrayal… this thing you and your entire family just did to me…”
She took a slow step closer.
“For making me waste five whole long years of my youthful age… for making me waste in prison… for placing the weight of your crime on my shoulders, and then turning around to reward me with shame and disrespect.”
Her lips tightened. Her voice lowered, but it was sharp and full of heat.
“For giving me the title of an ex-convict… for staining my name… for acting like I was never a part of this family…”
She shook her head slowly, never breaking eye contact with Vincent.
“You’re all going to suffer.”
A soft gasp came from someone in the crowd, but Megan didn’t even blink.
“I’ll make sure that everything you people think you have now… every single thing… it’s going to crumble under the dust.”
Her voice grew even colder.
“That’s how I’ll give you my payback.”
At that moment, hearing what Megan just said, Deborah and Jessica burst into loud, disrespectful laughter. They couldn’t even hold it back. Deborah bent slightly, covering her mouth with her handkerchief while laughing like she just heard the joke of the century.
Jessica clapped her hands mockingly, laughing so hard her eyes started watering.
“Who does this fool think she’s talking to?” Jessica said between her laughs. “Is she okay at all?”
Deborah raised her eyebrows and shook her head. “It seems she doesn’t quite understand what kind of power and connection we have now.”
She turned to Megan and spoke through a mocking smile.
“Well, she’s just an ex-convict,” Deborah said with her voice full of disgust. “So she doesn’t know anything. That’s not her fault. She’s been in the dark for too long.”
More guests chuckled quietly. But Megan didn’t reply. Her face didn’t change.
Without wasting any more time, Megan didn’t say any more words. She then walk closer to the document. Her steps were slow but steady, and her hands didn’t shake at all.
She picked up the pen, looked at the divorce paper, and signed it without blinking. One stroke. Another. Her signature was firm.
So, immediately, Megan was about to walk away when Vincent felt very confused.
He blinked fast and tilted his head.
“Wait,” he said, stepping forward.
Then he asked, “Are you not missing something?”