The Tycoon's Vendetta

The Betrayal

Michael sat on the edge of the bed, his hands trembling. The news Sarah had just delivered had shaken him to the core.

"Pregnant?" He stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "But how...?"

Sarah's eyes narrowed, her expression cold and calculating. "How do you think, Michael? Surely even you can't be that naive."

Michael's heart raced, the implications of her words sinking in. "You mean... you've been..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, the thought of his wife's infidelity too painful to bear.

Sarah let out a derisive laugh. "Of course, I've been sleeping with someone else, you fool. Did you really think I could be satisfied with a pathetic excuse for a man like you?"

"Who is it?" Michael asked, his voice trembling. "Who have you been sleeping with?"

Sarah's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Does it really matter, Michael? All you need to know is that he's a real man, someone who can actually provide for me. Unlike you."

Michael felt a lump in his throat, the weight of her words crushing him. "But I'm your husband, Sarah. We're supposed to be a team, to support each other."

Sarah scoffed, rolling her eyes. "A team? Don't make me laugh, Michael. You're nothing but a burden, a parasite feeding off of my family's wealth. And I'm done with it."

Michael watched as Sarah pulled a stack of papers from her purse. "What are those?"

"Divorce papers," Sarah said, tossing them onto the bed. "I want you out of my life, Michael. You're no longer welcome in this house."

Michael stared at the papers, his mind reeling. "But Sarah, please, we can work this out. I can change, I can be a better—"

"There's no point, Michael," Sarah interrupted, her voice filled with disdain. "You're beyond help. You're a failure, a waste of space, and I'm done with you."

"Please, Sarah, don't do this. I love you, and I'll do anything to make this right. Just give me a chance."

Sarah's expression remained unmoving, her gaze cold and detached. "It's too late for that, Michael. I've already made up my mind. Now, sign the papers and get out of my house."

Michael stared at the documents, his hands trembling. He knew that signing them would mean the end of his marriage, the end of everything he had ever known.

"Sarah, please, don't make me do this. I'll do anything, just don't leave me. I'll find a job, I'll be a better husband, I'll—"

"Enough, Michael!" Sarah's voice cut him off, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and disgust. "Your empty promises mean nothing to me. You had your chance, and you blew it. Now, sign the papers and get out."

Michael felt the walls closing in around him, his last glimmer of hope slipping away. "Sarah, please, just listen to me. I know I've made mistakes, but I can change. I can be the husband you deserve, I can—"

"Deserve?" Sarah interrupted, her voice dripping with contempt. "You don't deserve anything, Michael. You're a pathetic excuse for a man, and I'm done wasting my time on you."

"But Sarah, the baby... our child. You can't just—"

"Your child?" Sarah scoffed, shaking her head. "This child is not yours, Michael. It's David's."

Michael's heart sank, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. "David? Your... your lover?"

Sarah nodded, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "That's right, Michael. David is the real father of this child, not you. And he's a far better man than you'll ever be."

"But... but how could you do this to me?" Michael whispered, his voice laced with anguish.

Sarah's expression remained cold and unforgiving. "How could I? Easy. You're a failure, Michael, a worthless excuse for a man. David is everything you're not - successful, wealthy, and able to provide for me."

"So that's it, then?" Michael asked, his voice barely audible. "You're just going to leave me, take everything, and walk away?"

Sarah nodded, her expression unwavering. "That's exactly what I'm going to do, Michael. And you're going to sign those divorce papers and get out of my life. You're no longer welcome here."

Michael stared at the papers, his hand trembling as he reached for the pen. With a heavy heart, he signed his name, sealing his fate.

Sarah snatched the papers from his hands, a triumphant smile on her face. "Good. Now, get out. And don't even think about trying to come back."

Michael rose from the bed, his legs feeling like lead. As he reached the door, he turned back, his eyes pleading. "Sarah, please, can't we talk about this? I love you, I—"

"Save it, Michael," Sarah interrupted, her voice laced with disdain. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses anymore. Now, get out of my house and out of my life. You're dead to me."

Michael stepped out into the cold, empty streets, his world crumbling around him. He couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him, and whether he would ever find a way to rebuild his shattered life.