The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge

Agatha POV:

"Start packing your things. Only take what you brought with you."

The papers fell everywhere on the floor like dead leaves. I looked at them, surprised and scared. 

They were divorce papers, and Nathan's name was already signed! 

He didn't even look at me when he spoke, his words cold like ice. 

My heart beat so fast I couldn't hear anything else. This couldn't be true. It had to be a bad dream. 

I looked at Nathan's face, hoping to see a little sadness and regret.

 But his eyes were empty like he didn't care anymore. 

"Nathan, please..." my voice trembled.

"We can talk about this. Why do you want a divorce all of a sudden?" I almost cried. 

Three years of marriage, three years of taking care of him and his expensive life... and now it all meant nothing?

Nathan sighed loudly like he was frustrated. 

"Agatha, don't make things worse, okay? It's finished. I already gave the papers to the court. Just pack your bags and leave."

I felt angry now. But I also felt sad and confused. How could he treat me like this?

No husband should be so rude to his wife! But I knew it wouldn't change anything. This is what Nathan wanted, and I couldn't make him change his mind.

My hands shook as I picked up the papers from the floor. I held them tightly against my chest, scared he would take them away. 

Maybe this was all a bad dream, and someone would wake me up soon? 

But Nathan looked impatient, not like someone playing a joke. 

Without saying anything more, I ran to our room - well, it wasn't really "our" room anymore, it was his room now. I tried hard not to cry, but tears streamed down my face.

The room felt so quiet it was hard to breathe. I slowly took out my clothes from the big closet and the chest of drawers. 

Every piece of clothing reminded me of something - our wedding, the parties, the fancy events where I was with Nathan, happy and proud. 

I wondered what I had done wrong. Didn't I take care of Nathan for all these years? Didn't I give him everything he wanted?

When I finished packing my few clothes, I saw a picture on the small table next to the bed. 

It was Nathan and me on our wedding day. I looked at Nathan's face in the picture, so full of love. 

But this wasn't the same Nathan! This man was cold and mean, not the kind man I knew. 

Suddenly, I felt very angry. How could he treat me this way? I was his wife! I wasn't a weak person he could just throw away. 

I yelled and threw the picture against the wall. The glass broke, and I felt good about it.

Now Nathan could clean up this mess he made.

I grabbed my suitcase and walked downstairs. I heard voices coming from the living room. 

Did Nathan tell his family about the divorce? 

I stopped walking, not wanting them to judge me. I walked slowly towards the open door.

Then I saw her.  Nathan's mom, Josephine, was sitting on the sofa like a queen, drinking tea.

I never liked her, she's always so cold and seems like she's always planning something. But what surprised me was the young blonde woman next to her. 

This girl looked like she was only 20, maybe even younger, and she was smiling and listening to Josephine talk. 

She laughed a high-pitched sound that rang in my ears. 

As she laughed, she put her hand on her stomach. My grip on my suitcase tightened so much that my fingers turned white.

I saw Josephine, look up.  She saw me and smiled coldly like she was enjoying my shock.

"Ah, Agatha, dear," she said. 

"We were just talking about how happy Nathan is to be free of you and...well, that you can't have children. This lovely young lady, Camille, will give him a baby like a wife should."

Camille smiled sweetly at Josephine. I felt dizzy like the world was spinning. 

So this was how Nathan planned to replace me – with a young girl who looked like his daughter!

I looked down at myself, my long legs and sharp features. Suddenly, I felt bad about how I looked. 

How could I compete with this pretty, delicate girl who looked like a doll?

"It's a shame you couldn't give him a grandchild," Josephine said with a nasty laugh.

"But Nathan made sure the Richards family name will continue, even though you can't have children. I'm sure you understand. Now get out with your few things."

That last nasty comment was too much for me.  I grabbed my suitcase tightly and ran out of the room. 

They were laughing at me, and I felt terrible. 

Nathan really wanted to forget everything about our life together and replace me with this young girl, like a new toy. 

I felt sick just thinking about it. 

I left my suitcase by the door and called a taxi. 

While I waited, I heard Nathan coming after me. 

I took a deep breath and turned around, trying to look calm even though I was very angry inside. 

"Agatha, wait," he said. 

He didn't look so sure of himself anymore, and he seemed a little nervous. I had never seen him like that before.

"Are you here to say sorry without meaning it?" I asked coldly. "Don't bother, Nathan, I don't want to hear more from you."

He sighed. "I just want to explain. You must know, I've been with Camille for a while. She will have my baby - my heir. As God’s will, I must provide for them”

I couldn't help but laugh. "God’s will? Please, don't use faith to cover up, Nathan. We both know you don't really care about that. This is just about your desire for control and to leave something behind."

He looked upset. "Why do you have to be so difficult? I am trying to do what's best for my family. Camille is young and able-"

"Able to pop out babies like the broodmare you see her as you mean?" I cut in sharply. 

"I don't want to hear your reasons. We both understand our marriage was never based on love or working together."

Nathan didn't know what to say. 

I sighed, feeling tired. "You're right, we've been growing apart. But don't act like this is all about being a good father. I've seen the way you look at her, Nathan - as if she's just something you own. She's just there to make you feel important."

Nathan ran his fingers through his hair, looking very annoyed. 

"What do you want, Agatha? You want me to say sorry? Well, I won't. We shouldn't have gotten married in the first place."

His words hurt me a lot, like a punch in the stomach. 

I looked away because I wanted to cry, but I tried to be strong. After a while, I looked back at him, calm but serious. 

"You're right, Nathan. Sorry doesn't help anymore. I just want what the law says is mine. Then, you never have to see me again."

He stopped talking when I spoke like that. Good, let him be worried for a change! 

I gave him my best years, so he should give me a fair amount of money when we separate. 

This isn't the end.

Agatha POV:

The taxi sped away from that awful mansion, and I finally let go. Tears I'd been holding back poured out like a broken dam. 

My chest ached, each sob a painful reminder of the life I’d lost. Three years, wasted!

The city whizzed by in a blur of neon lights and honking horns, but all I saw was Nathan’s face, twisted in that cruel smirk he wore when he handed me those divorce papers.

Like I was some charity case, not his wife.

Then my mind drifted back to college. 

Back when Nathan was just a charming rugby player with a twinkle in his eye, and I was naive enough to fall for his act.

I could almost smell the damp grass and hear the roar of the crowd as I remembered the night he asked me out. 

He was sweaty, his jersey ripped, a fresh bruise blooming on his cheekbone. 

But those blue eyes, honey, sparkled with a confidence that could make any girl swoon.

He sauntered over, his hand brushing my arm as he leaned in c