HELLO KITTY: revenge on my narcissist husband

CHAPTER 5

I woke up that morning to an argument going on in the sitting room. I could hear Emilio and someone else talking. I strained my ears and listened.

"Dude, I just need to see that she is okay," the other person was saying.

It was Dominic and I could not understand what he was doing there at that time. He should have stayed away and I started blaming myself for taking his call, but knowing Dominic, he probably would have assumed something had happened had I refused to take his calls and come over anyway. There was no escaping his watchful gaze and I had known better. I should have gone out there but with how I was feeling, I just could not go out there.

"Go away Dominic. You have done enough already," Emilio was saying.

Well, I had to assume he was probably referring to the divorce papers and sighed. The man should stop getting ahead of himself. He should be thankful I went to our mutual lawyer. It could have been worse had I decided to go get a lawyer on the outside. He probably would not have been getting it as smooth as he was right now. It might have even leaked that I was leaving him and, with his popularity, it would take him time to get the paparazzi set against him for a while when he would be dealing with the divorce proceedings. I was being fair.

"Listen buddy, she was always going to leave you and you know that well enough," Dominic had said.

"Oh, we'll see about that." my narcissist husband was saying.

Could he not try and get ahead of himself for even once and understand that he was no different from people? He bore the title of being my husband and my heart, but it had nothing to do with him getting ahead of himself, beginning to assume he had absolute dominion over me. I kept quiet and then decided to wait just a little. The bathroom was the next place I found myself for a really quick shower as I felt really empty both emotional and otherwise. I was drained to a breaking point, but I tried hard not to show it as I soaked myself in the shower. I stayed there for a really long time as I was hoping that my estranged husband would leave the house by the time I was done.

Eventually, I finished and then got out of the shower by wrapping a towel around me. I noticed how quiet the house was after my near hour's dip into the tub. I needed it badly and now I feel refreshed. I quickly made my way back to our bedroom as my belongings were there and then I was shocked to find him buttoning up his shirt. I felt the urge to turn away immediately, but recalled I was in charge of myself now. I saw the envelope on the table. It had been opened and I found that my heart was suddenly racing with so much fear that he had signed the papers. I knew it was all part of my plan, but somehow now I was feeling really scared that he actually had signed it.

I went and picked it up and pulled out the papers, scanning as I made for the page for his signature. It was blank. He still had not signed it.

"I believe you are back to your senses, Samantha," he said.

"Why have you not signed?" I asked him.

"You really want me to sign the papers?" he asked me again.

I thought briefly and then answered him.

"Yes."

"Very well then, since you want to be with him that badly," he said, coming over to me and taking the papers from me and then, in a swift motion, he signed the papers right before me. I could not believe what had happened, but even more was the question on my mind.

"Him who?" I asked.

"You know what, trust me, Samantha, you will be back because you are mine. You had better tear up those papers and be the good wife you have had. Then we will forget this ever happened." he said and walked away with his wedding ring which I was just, still on his ring finger.

I had just been shocked that he had signed the papers but now he was not bothered about the right, Perhaps he had come to see it as yet another accessory. But his words still swept through my mind. He certainly loved getting ahead of himself with his belief that I was his woman still. I could no longer let that be the case. I still would be following through with my plan and make him realize what he had done. All I needed was the period of divorce to actualize my plan and, hopefully, whatever the outcome, I would accept.

So I decided to play the hard woman with him after he had said I would definitely come back to him and it would be best if I called off the divorce.

"See this, Emilio, this is me being done with you. Until the divorce is officially over, I will be moving to the guest room." I said to him,

He stood there studying me for a moment and then he came to stand in front of me. Too close and then he touched my cheek romantically. I fought hard against the killing urge to lean into his hand and snuggle for a little cuddle. I reminded myself that I had to matter for once in my life and instead glared at him.

"You are mine Samantha. You just know that in whatever you are doing. You cannot leave me." he said, and then he turned away, grabbing his suit jacket from the bed and walked away. The scent of his perfume was playing tricks with my nostrils.

After he was gone, I looked at the papers and realized that he actually had signed them. I nearly cried and could not bring myself to open and look at what he had scribbled in them, as that would spell doom for me. Clearly, my marriage was over and right now I was beginning to question my decisions about whether I was doing the right thing. I just seriously hoped I had enough strength within me to pull off my plans or they would fall right in my face and fail.

I eventually called Martha to get the other maids and started moving most of my stuff to the guest room. I could see the questions on their faces but no one dared ask any questions. We had to tidy it all up before I went off in the evening with Zara to where we would be lodging, as I had a screening to get ready for. I tried my hardest not to cry this time, telling myself that clearly he had wanted longer to divorce me but had spent all these years torturing me emotionally. It was all clear that he had played with my emotions all along and although he did not act on it, he wanted me to leave a long time ago.