REBECCA

Crestwell Enterprises was passed to my mother by her father. She was his only child after all his sons died in a ghastly accident. The board members didn't want a woman running the company and almost took it from her but she fought for it, even when my father almost took it from her.

And now, Julian was trying to get me to sign away my shares and my name as the proprietor for a meager 300 million dollars as alimony.

I looked over to the lawyers at the table, their eyes eagerly waiting for me to sign it.

"Julian must surely take me for a fool." I hiss slamming the pen to the desk.

"Miss.."

"I don't want to hear it." I cut off my own lawyer. "This is ridiculous Benedict. Why should I sign this? When the bastard isn't even here to request such to my face." I hissed, irritation etch to my face.

"Miss Jillian, Julian is on his way." They've repeated this almost five times now.

I get up from my seat and turn to Benedict.

"Benedict you handle things from here. Since the bastard can decide not to show his face. I shouldn't have to either." I scraped my chair back a bit, taking my purse and walking out of the room. The moment I was far enough I paused on my steps as a tear stream down my cheek.

He was actually serious.

He was going to take the one thing my mother left behind for me. After all those years we spent together, sticking by each other side. My mother practically raised him and this was how he repaid me. Even if he no longer loved me, he should have at least considered my mother.

I opened my purse, taking out a napkin. I dabbed my face of the tears thinking of what I should do.

I resumed walking, trailing towards the exit of the court house. The moment I walked out my eyes trailed towards a familiar pair of eyes, one that made my blood boil.

"Rebecca.." she squirmed, approaching me like we were close and I regret noticing her.

She stood in front of me and it's then I noticed she was wearing my clothes, my jewellery and was carrying one of my purses. She noticed as well I was taking my time staring.

"Oh this." She smirked. "I found them lying around when I moved in." She muttered.

"Julian said they're mine since I'm going to be the new mistress of the house." She said her eyes widening. "Oh, did I tell you the good news. I'm pregnant." She muttered excitedly and I recalled when Julian said the exact same thing.

"I didn't see your congratulations under my post. Didn't you see it?"

"Congratulations." I teeth a smile and it immediately falls to a frown.

"Happy?" I hissed walking past her but her hand latch on to my wrist as she held me back.

"Don't drag this divorce any longer like you did for the last three years." She said as I struggled to yank my hand away from her. "Comply to Julian's agreement and give him the company. You know, his reward for never leaving you when your mother fell ill." She said as my eyes darkened.

"Are you out of your mind?" I hissed retracting my hand back. Veronica staggered back and fell to her knees with hand over her stomach. She began sobbing and wailing like I had struck her.

"What's going on here?" My stomach churned hearing Julian's voice, it made sense why Veronica went on her knees. He runs towards her, kneeling by her side.

"Oh Julian. I just told Rebecca not to drag the divorce that I'm pregnant and she should accept your terms. She just went crazy and hit me on my stomach. Why does she always try to hurt me." Veronica sobbed as I watched him comfort her so easily. He was still cold towards me during the entirety of my mom's illness.

Just because he stayed by my side didn't mean I didn't feel utterly alone.

I turned my back against the both of them clearly irritated until I felt a hand latch on to me.

"Where do you think you're going?" I trailed it back to Julian.

"Apologise to Veronica." He said never letting go of me. It was tiring, every single time Veronica framed me I always had to apologise.

"Aren't you tired?" I said as his eyes widened.

"Don't you think you're beginning to look selfish as well? You cheat on me through the entirety of our marriage. Had me endure hell just because I didn't want my mother worried about our marriage falling apart on top her sickness. You hand me divorce papers the day of my mother's funeral, asking me to give you the one thing my mother willed to the both of us in her will and now, you humiliate me once again asking me to apologise to your mistress when you clearly saw i didn't touch her." I said and for a second I could see the guilt in Julian's eyes.

"Rebecca.." Veronica called. "If it was me, I wouldn't mind at all. But you struck my stomach, you could have killed our child. If not to me. Then apologize for the sake of my child.." Veronica said as Julian looked away avoiding my gaze. I yanked my hands away from him and turned my attention to Veronica.

"Go to hell." I hissed at her and turned to Julian. "I'll come by and get my things so you can stop handing her my handovers. It's embarrassing." A gasp leaves Veronica lips at my words as she rise up from her knees to attack me but Julian held her back comforting her as she broke into tears. My stomach churned at the sight as I turned my back at the both of them.

My heels clicked loudly as I approached the parking lot. I didn't didn't have a car but I might as well order a cab before paparazzi finds me.

Then a black jeep rolled in front of me and the window of the back passenger seat rolled down revealing a woman with shades and who had her head put in a neat bun. I could only see the top but I knew she was formally dressed.

“Miss Jillian,” she called, leaning across the window as she pushed it down further. “Get in.” She tilted her head toward the passenger seat in a casual but insistent gesture.

One id the Paparazzis. Of course.

I let out a quiet hiss, irritation prickling under my skin. “I’m not interested. Julian is right behind me—maybe he can fill you in on everything about our divorce, since you people never listen to me anyway.” I muttered, already turning to walk away.

“You spent the night with Dominic Hayes three days ago.”

My steps faltered. The world seemed to pause for a second too long.

Slowly, I turned back to her, my eyes narrowing as a chill crept up my spine.

“Get in,” she repeated, her voice lower now, more deliberate. “He wants to see you.”