Revenge

Mrs Stevens

Isabella's POV

As I drive to Charlie's school, I can not help to think about that night six years ago. I remember it like it happened yesterday. It is edged into my mind forever.

Flashback:

Paul comes walking into my room at his Villa. I never thought of it as my home as I always knew that one day he would let me go as I am not the kind of girl Paul will be happy with for the rest of his life. I feel sad as I have fallen in love with him although against my will. I can see Paul is drunk as he walks into the room.

"What ... what do you want, Paul?" I ask, my voice trembling as he hardly talks to me, but now he is standing in my room. His eyes look dangerous. He looks at me as I try to cover myself up with a blanket. I do not want him to see my body. I know I am not attractive and that I am fat and ugly in everyone's eyes. He walks over, removing his shirt and his pants. He is standing in front of me with only his boxers on. What does this guy want from me? I am still young. I turned twenty the previous week, but he did not even remember my birthday. Now he is standing here in my room with just boxers on? I look at his body. It is perfect. He is perfectly ripped, not overly muscular. I look at him as he walks over to the bed and grabs the blanket off my body. I just lay there under his gaze. He rips the clothes from my body. He falls on top of me. I can feel he is hard as a rock as he starts rubbing on my body. At first, I think I died and went to heaven as he rubbed on my clit and made me c*m really fast. I am a virgin, and I never experienced something like this before. His finger slipped into my wet p***y, and I moaned again as he kept playing with me. Then he gets on top of me, taking off his boxers simultaneously, and the next moment pain is all I feel as he sticks his whole length in me and starts making love to me really hard.

I start crying and beg him to stop. "Paul, please stop. It hurts." Tears are running freely down my cheeks now. Paul stops for a second and takes it slower. He does not want to hurt me.

"I will take it slow. I do not want to hurt you, Isabella. I just want you so bad right now. I know you are a virgin, so tight, but I can not help myself. If you want to stop, tell me now, and I will leave." I keep crying and biting hard on my teeth. He is gentle as he sucks on my boobs and presses them softly. He sucks on my n*****s and makes them really hard. I like the feel of his mouth on my n*****s, and it turns me on a lot, but the pain I feel is worst. After a while, I got used to him and gave myself in full to Paul.

"Don't stop, Paul. I want this." I whisper to him. Stoke after stoke is a pure pleasure, I keep crying, but it is not because I am hurting anymore. It is because it is something beautiful, or so I thought. Then, finally, I feel him go over the edge, and I join him in the most beautiful experience I ever had, and I feel the hot liquid as he ejects inside me.

At last, we are done. He falls asleep next to me. I still lay crying until I fall asleep as I know tomorrow he will reject me again. My body is aching. Paul was gentle, but I was a virgin, and it was my first time. Although Paul was gentle, I know when he wakes up, he is going to regret this. I feel so ashamed for losing myself with him, and I feel used. I know Paul doesn't love me. I eventually fell asleep only to be rudely awakened a few hours later.

Flash back ends.

I shake my head as if I want to shake the memory of that night out of my head. The Paul I saw at the opening is not the same guy as the one six years back. The older Paul is more dangerous, more handsome. The look in his eyes is dangerous, as if he has become a man and the playboy in him is gone. There is definitely no boy left in Paul at all. I pull up to the gate to the entrance of the kindergarten and walk in. I walk to the principal's office, and she looks up with a smile. Charlie is sitting on a chair in the corner, not looking happy, and a little boy sits in the other corner with a blue eye, and two parents that do not look happy at all are standing next to him. I walk over to Charlie and look at him. His little face looks unhappy. Charlie is taller than most of his classmates, and I know he is stronger as well. He has his father's length.

"Good day Miss Johnson." the principal says and still looks friendly at me.

"Good day Mrs. Nash." I smile friendly, and she introduces me to the couple standing next to their son. The woman looks hatefully at me, and the husband just looks in front of him as if he is afraid to look at me.

I smile coldly at them and ask, "What happened, if I may ask?"

The woman turns her head and says, "Your little brat over there hit my son and look at my poor baby's eye."

I turn to Charlie, kneel next to him, and ask, "Charlie, why did you hit the boy?"

Charlie looks at me and says, "He said that playboy, Paul Stevens is my daddy and that he never wanted me because my mom was fat and ugly." I look at Charlie in shock, and I realize that the words he just uttered are the words of a grown-up and not that of a child.

I turn to the mother of the other boy, "First of all, Mrs. Wilson, do not call my son a brat. Secondly, if you want to gossip about anyone, do not do so in front of your child. Thirdly make sure of your facts before you gossip." I turn to the principal and look coldly at her,

"I think I will move my son to another school, Mrs. Nash." I am mad as hell.

The woman turns to me and says bitchy, "Yes, we do not need children with no fathers in a school like this."

I turn to her and say, "My son has a father. I just prefer not to have him in my son's life. Just because you are weak and pathetic and can not be or do anything without a husband by your side does not mean every one of us is the same."

I take my son's hand, and we are about to leave when the door opens, and in walks a talk handsome Paul Stevens.

"Who says my son does not have a daddy?" He asks and looks at Mrs. Wilson, who is standing there like a statue. 

I look at the principal with a question in my eyes and ask, "Did you call him?"

I ignore Paul totally. "She did call me, and as the father of Charlie and your husband, I have the right to be here." I turn to him, my eyes shooting ice blades at him. I swear if I could kill him now, I would! I want to put Paul in his place, but I do not want my private business in the newspapers and magazines. Hence, I just smile coldly at them, taking Charlie's hand to leave.

Mrs. Nash stops me and says, "Mrs. Stevens, I am sorry about all of this, but maybe if Charlie can just apologize, we can all forget about this little misunderstanding and pretend it never happened." I look at her and ignore 'the Mrs. Stevens' part, although it makes me furious. What makes me angrier is that she wants my son to apologize to a gossip and her pathetic little man who has not opened his mouth until now.

But before I could say anything, Paul says with a cold voice, "My son apologizes to no one, especially not gossips and parents who can not teach their children manners." Charlie looks curiously at Paul, and I see a bit of admiration in his eyes. Paul looks like a giant against the man that is an average size for a man.

"Come, Isabella, we will get a better school for Charlie. My son only deserved the best. Mrs. Nash, your school, will hear from my lawyers." I am speechless since when did Paul turn into this cold hard man? He usually would just have flirted his way out of this situation and would have pleased everyone. I see Charlie looking at Paul in awe. He holds out his small little hand to Paul and smiles up at the man. I look at my son, and I realize although I have done my best to raise him alone, he really needs a father, but I am not willing to give in this easily, maybe Paul just put up a show for his son. Paul takes Charlie's other hand, and the three of us walk out of the office.

I walk out and take Charlie to my car. I turn around and look at Paul. I keep my face neutral. "First of all, Mr. Stevens, I am not your wife, and second of all Mr. Stevens good performance, you should become an actor," I say coldly and turn around to get into my car with Charlie still looking at Paul as I put him on the seat and fasten the safety belt.

"First of all, Mrs. Stevens, we are still married, and second of all, Mrs. Stevens, I do not need to act. I am who I am." I turn around fast and look up at his face.

"What do you mean we are still married? We signed the divorce agreement a long time ago?"

Paul smile lazily, but his green eyes are also hard now as he says, "Yeah, we did, but none of us ever filed it in court." I feel my knees go weak as I look at him in disbelief.

"What do you mean? I thought you would file it since you were so eager to get rid of me." Please don't let this be true. I send up a little prayer fast.

"I thought you would," he says, smiling as he looks me up and down.

Paul's POV

I love seeing the shock on my wife's face. I was looking for a way out of the agreement, so I could at least get some custody over my son, even if it were just weekends. I called the lawyer who did the agreement, and he asked me if I ever filed it in court because I never called him to file for the divorce, and he did not want to act on his own as he did not want me to regret it later. I was first speechless, and then happiness hit me like a tidal wave. So this ice-cold woman and her son are still legally my family.  I turn to her and try not to show how happy I am. I try to keep my face as cold as her face. She accused me of acting, but at this very moment, I am acting like never before. I look at my son, sitting in the front seat of the sports car, and I smile at him. He smiles back and gives me a secret thumbs-up as his mother faces me and can not see what he is doing behind her back. At least my son is happy, I think. My wife is another story. She is pale, and she looks like she will burst out in tears at any moment. Geez, am I that bad that she wants to cry just because she is still married to me?

"I will talk to my lawyer. I will file for the divorce today." She says.

"I have withdrawn from the agreement, and my lawyer has already sent you a letter since the document is older than five years and none of us used it. My lawyer has already applied to have it nullified in court as we were fighting at that time, my dear, but never lost our love for each other." I think Isabella is going to have a stroke or a heart attack, or both. She does not look happy at all. I smile at her and walk past her. I loosen Charlie's seat belt and pick the little guy up.

"Let go of my son!" She is outraged now, but I ignore her and take long strides with my son to my car.

"Follow us," I order her, and I love seeing her get so upset. She has no choice. I already put Charlie in my car and put on his safety belt. I lock the door, and no matter how hard she tries to open it, she can not open it. She tries to get Charlie to open the door, but the little guy pretends not to see her and looks straight in front of him. She runs to her car as I get behind the steering of my car and start it. She gets in her car, and as I pull out, she follows me. I smile. I told you, Isabella. Game on!