Cheating wife's Despair

Abigail sat in her office, tapping her perfectly manicured nails on the desk, her frustration evident. She glanced at her phone for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. No messages. No updates.

She dialed a number and pressed the phone to her ear impatiently. Her assistant, Rachel, picked up.

Rachel: (politely) "Good afternoon, ma'am. How can I assist you?"

Abigail: (snapping) "Rachel, where the hell is Samuel? It's been an entire week, and I've heard nothing. No calls, no messages, not even a sighting. Find him."

Rachel hesitated, unsure of how to break the news.

Rachel: "Ma'am, I've already checked. Samuel left town last week, and he hasn't returned since. I wasn't informed of his destination, but I heard rumors he was heading toward the outskirts of the central capital."

Abigail's grip on the phone tightened, her anger barely contained.

Abigail: "The outskirts? What the hell is he doing out there? Did he tell anyone anything? Mention anything about where he's staying or what he's up to?"

Rachel: (hesitantly) "No, ma'am. Samuel tends to keep his plans... private. But given his recent encounters with the Nightcreatures, it's possible he's on some sort of hunt."

Abigail stood abruptly, her chair screeching against the floor.

Abigail: (gritting her teeth) "A hunt? Of course, it's a hunt. That man has a death wish, and he's making it everyone else's problem."

Rachel stayed silent, sensing Abigail's rising frustration.

Abigail: (sighing) "Fine. If he wants to play the lone wolf, let him. But keep digging. I want to know exactly where he is, who he's with, and what he's doing. Do you understand?"

Rachel: "Yes, ma'am. I'll get on it immediately."

Abigail hung up the phone and paced the room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She hated feeling out of control, and Samuel's absence only fueled her irritation.

She muttered to herself, a mix of anger and worry creeping into her voice.

Abigail: "What's he trying to prove? Does he think disappearing will make me forget everything? Or does he just enjoy watching me lose my mind?"

She walked to the window, looking out over the city. Despite her anger, a part of her was deeply concerned.

Abigail: (to herself) "He's reckless… but he's not stupid. If he's out there, it must be for something important. But why the hell won't he tell me anything?"

Her thoughts raced as she considered her next move. She couldn't sit idly by while Samuel was off doing God-knows-what. If he thought she'd let him vanish without a trace, he was sorely mistaken.

Abigail: (muttering determinedly) "If you won't come back on your own, Samuel, I'll make you."

**[Scene: Samuel's Journey Back Home]**

Samuel sat in the passenger seat of a transport truck, the driver chatting idly about the weather and news from the city. But Samuel wasn't listening. His sharp eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge.

As they approached the outskirts of his hometown, his phone buzzed with a notification. He casually opened it, and a message from one of his contacts caught his attention.

**Message:** *"Abigail's throwing a grand party at the old estate tonight. You remember the place, right? The one where it all began?"*

Samuel's lips curled into a sly smirk as he leaned back in his seat, his mechanical fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

**Samuel (to himself):** *"So, she's throwing a party there of all places? The place where she started tearing me down… humiliating me… breaking me. Oh, Abigail, you've just given me the perfect opportunity."*

He tilted his head, the memories of that place flooding back—her condescending laughter, the way she paraded him in front of her socialite friends, and the countless nights he was left feeling like a shadow of himself.

**Samuel (to himself):** *"But that was the old me, wasn't it? Weak, desperate, foolishly in love. This time, it's my stage, my rules, my style."*

The driver glanced at Samuel, sensing his intensity but deciding against prying.

**Driver:** "You okay there, buddy? You've been quiet this whole trip."

Samuel turned to him, flashing a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.

**Samuel:** "Just fine, old man. Just thinking about how to make an entrance."

The truck rolled into town, and Samuel hopped out near a busy street. He dusted off his jacket, adjusted his mechanical limbs, and began making his way toward the estate.

The estate was lit up like a beacon, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses echoing across the lavish property.

Abigail was in her element, mingling with her high-profile guests, flashing her dazzling smile, and sipping on expensive champagne.

She wore a sleek black gown, her confidence radiating as she entertained the crowd. To her, this was another night to cement her dominance in the social scene.

But as the party was in full swing, a commotion began near the entrance. Guests turned their heads as the doors were flung open, and Samuel strode in, his presence commanding and unapologetic.

He was dressed in his usual rugged attire, his mechanical limbs glinting under the chandelier lights. His smirk was sharp, and his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Samuel (loudly): "Well, well, well. Fancy seeing all of you here. And look—Abigail in her kingdom. How fitting."

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him. Abigail's smile froze, her champagne glass halfway to her lips.

Abigail (sharply): "Samuel. What the hell are you doing here?"

Samuel took a step forward, his smirk widening.

Samuel: "What am I doing here? Oh, you know, just thought I'd crash the party. After all, it's not every day someone throws a celebration at the very place where they started ruining someone's life."

Gasps rippled through the crowd as Samuel's words cut through the air. Abigail's jaw tightened, but she maintained her composure.

Abigail: "You've got some nerve showing up here uninvited. Leave before you embarrass yourself."

Samuel laughed—a low, mocking sound that sent shivers through the room.

Samuel: "Embarrass myself? Oh, Abigail, that's rich coming from you. Do you think I'm here to grovel? To beg for your attention like I used to? No. I'm here to remind you—and everyone else—of the man I've become."

He raised his mechanical arm, the polished metal glinting ominously.

Samuel: "You see this? This is what your games, your cruelty, and your betrayal turned me into. But guess what? I'm stronger, faster, and smarter than ever before. And tonight, I'm taking back my story."

The crowd murmured, the tension in the room thickening. Abigail's mask of confidence began to crack as she realized she had underestimated him.

Abigail (angrily): "You think you can just walk in here and—"

Samuel (cutting her off): "Yes, Abigail. I can. And I just did." .

Samuel: "Enjoy the party, everyone. After all, this is the night Abigail learns that the man she thought she destroyed… is far from broken."

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder as Samuel leaned casually against the bar, sipping a drink with a devil-may-care attitude. A few bold voices from the crowd broke the uneasy silence.

Eathen: "You know, Samuel, maybe it's time you let her go. Abigail and Joshua seem… more fitting together."

Masuka: "Yeah, why drag this on? She's clearly moved on, and so should you."

Samuel's smirk widened, his sharp gaze scanning the room. He placed his drink down and slowly reached into his jacket, pulling out the signed divorce papers. The air grew still as he waved them casually, like a prize.

Samuel: "You think I'm the one holding her back? Let me make this crystal clear for all of you gossip-loving parasites."

He unfolded the papers, the bold ink of his signature glaring back at everyone.

Samuel (mockingly): "See this? My signature's been on these for weeks. If your beloved Abigail wants to run back to her *lap dog*, she's free to do so. All she has to do is put her name here, and I'll be out of her life for good."

The room was silent, all eyes darting between Samuel, the papers, and Abigail, who stood frozen near the center of the room.

Samuel (grinning coldly): "But guess what? She hasn't signed them. Not yet. So, ask yourselves: who's really the one clinging to the past? Me, or her?"

Abigail's face flushed with anger and embarrassment as the crowd began whispering.

Lin (to Abigail): "Is this true? Why haven't you signed them?"

Abigail (defensively): "That's none of your business!"

Samuel let out a dark laugh, shaking his head.

Samuel: "Oh, but it is their business now, darling. You've made it everyone's business by throwing this party, dragging our mess out in the open for your little audience. So go ahead—tell them why you won't sign. Better yet…"

He stepped closer to her, holding the papers out.

Samuel (coldly): "Sign them. Right here, right now. Show everyone how ready you are to move on with your precious Joshua."

Abigail's hand trembled as she stared at the papers. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her eyes darted around the room, looking for support. But the crowd only watched, waiting for her response.

Abigail (through gritted teeth): "I don't owe anyone an explanation, least of all *you*, Samuel."

Samuel chuckled, folding the papers and tucking them back into his jacket.

Samuel: "That's what I thought. You can't let go, can you? You're so used to having control over me, over everything, that the idea of me walking away terrifies you."

He turned to the crowd, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Samuel: "Ladies and gentlemen, there you have it. The real reason we're still tied together. It's not love, it's not loyalty—it's her pride. She can't handle the thought of me living my life without her in it."

The crowd began murmuring again, a mix of shock and curiosity. Abigail's nails dug into her palms as she fought to maintain her composure.

Samuel (leaning in closer, his voice low): "So, Abigail, here's my advice. Stop pretending this is about anything other than your ego. Sign the papers, or don't. Either way, I'm done playing your games."

With that, he turned on his heel and headed toward the exit, the crowd parting to let him through. His voice carried over his shoulder as he left:

Samuel:"Oh, and tell your lap dog Joshua to keep my name out of his mouth. It's getting annoying."

The room remained silent as the door swung shut behind him, leaving Abigail standing alone in the middle of her crumbling façade.