His vicious revenge by Yarmia Tariq (top 10 non fiction books of all time TXT) 📕

Alaya was crying silently, sitting at the backseat of car. The driver was driving her way to home.
She couldn't believe her eyes, what she saw was really the truth? 
But although it left a stain on her heart. What she kept suffering these all weeks was really true? That uncertain feeling about Clara now cleared all her misunderstandings. 
What she thought about them, and what they really are. 
She thought Gerard changes for her, he started to love her, they even had a daughter but how wrong she was. 
If he couldn't even maintain his boundaries with his secretary, how can he lead his family? 
His past was his past, she didn't wanted to think what he did before or even had a relationship with her but now he accepted Alaya as his lawful wife and made promises to her.
Because of him, her family gave up on her. They misunderstood her and almost disown her. 
His brother was right, he will keep hurting her again and again.

But only thought which provoked her was her daughter. What future she will have? How she will tell her everything? What happened with Alaya until now was completely Gerard's fault. But instead of changing himself and asking for forgiveness, he was returning back to his old affairs?

"Stop the car!" She ordered the driver in the middle of the road.

"Mam where do you wish to go? I'll drop you there" he said politely.

"I'll go myself, stop the car now!" She said again.

"Mam I can't stop the car in middle of the road" he tried to convince her.

"Are you denying me? If you don't stop the car then I'll jump!" She put him in a hard spot.

The driver slowed down, and stopped the car at the side of the road. After all what can he do? She picked up her purse and got out, slamming the door behind.

"Now go home and ask the nanny to take good care of Lisa" she ordered him, leaning on the window of the car.

"Ok mam" the driver obeyed and left the area immediately, getting on the road again.

In few moments, the car was out of sight and she was left at the unknown road. 
She didn't even knew this city, she never once in these years travelled alone. She kept walking on the road like a useless person. Her mind kept rewinding the scene she just witnessed. The car beside on the road stopped for a lift but she denied all of them. 
She don't know for how many hours she walked. She took off her heels and she was bare foot. Her feet were sore and even bleed a little due to little pebbles and nails which hurt her foot.

It was getting dark, when she saw she was near a beach side. She could clearly smell the sea water from afar. The humidity in the air and sound of sea eagles averted her attention.
She found a direction and she moved further towards the beach. 
It was a clear beach and not many people were around, which was a advantage. She needed some alone time to think about her life.

She moved forward and stepped her feet into the water. The water was very cold but it soothe her feet. She stood there for a moment and heard the sounds of waves splashing on rocks. She closed her eyes and let the water hit at her knees. 
She felt so comfortable. Only this once she felt, she needed this long ago. It was like a therapy to her. 
She looked so mesmerizing to anyone's eyes, because she was in her own moment. Her heels in her left hand and her purse in her right. Closed eyes and calm face, standing in shallow water was all she was doing at the moment.

Her moment was disturbed when a unknown man called her from behind.

"Is this you Mrs Gerard?" He asked her.

She turned around at the call out. He somewhat felt a little familiar. But her mind couldn't process where she saw him.

"Yes I'm Mrs Gerard and you?" She asked.

"I'm Stephen, if you remember we met at the party once. You came with Gerard and I saw you in a bathroom. And Gerard somewhat felt unhappy and took you out early from the party" he spilled the beans at once on her. 
While she stared at him in shock, so he was the man that night who tried to manipulate her and Gerard instead of considering his wife innocent almost raped her that night.

"What business do you have with me?" She asked straightforwardly.

"Well I know you recently majored in Art, especially painting. And I bought your one painting at a exhibition. I couldn't recognize it until I read your sign under it. And then I collected information from my sources and I got to know that you are Alaya, wife of Gerard" he told her most unexpected things.

"So are you stalking me now?" She asked again, annoyed.

"Ofcourse not, it's just a coincidence that I saw you here today. I came here for relaxation after a tiring day" he said truthfully.

"Then enjoy your relaxation Mr Stephen" she said with a smile and tried to walk away but he stopped her by grabbing her arm.

*

Gerard called the driver at home while he drove car himself. He was stuck in traffic and slammed the steering wheel in frustration. 
The driver picked up the call at third ring.

"Where is Alaya? Why she is not picking up my calls?" He asked in rage.

"Mr Gerard she asked me to drop her in middle of the road when I was driving her home." He replied honestly.

"Why the fuck did you drop her in middle of the road? Do you even know that she don't even know the way back home! You should have even informed me. Do you want me to fire you now?" He threw curses at him but inside he knew it was not his fault.

"I'm sorry but she insisted" he replied.

"Shut the fuck up and tell me which road it was!" He asked in his usual bloody tone.

The driver told him the address where he dropped her and in frustration and rage he pressed the car honk endlessly.

Author's note

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