Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex

I stepped into the pharmacy, the cool air-conditioning a welcome respite from the sweltering heat outside.

My eyes scanned the shelf, searching for the prenatal vitamins I needed to refill. As I made my way down the shelf, a voice startled me out of my concentration.

"Diane? Is that you?"

I turned, coming face to face with Rachel, an old acquaintance from college. Her eyes were wide with surprise, a hesitant smile playing on her lips. I forced a polite smile, my mind racing to recall our last interaction.

"Rachel, hi," I managed, my voice steadier than I felt. "It's been a while."

She nodded, her gaze meeting mine. "How have you been?" she asked, her tone laced an hidden doubt that set me on edge.

"I'm doing alright," I replied, my fingers tightening around the bottle of vitamins I'd just grabbed, careful to keep the label out of sight. "Just picking up a few things. How about you?"

Rachel shifted uncomfortably, and I could see the internal debate playing out across her features. Finally, she seemed to come to a decision. "Listen, Diane," she began, her voice dropped to a secret tone. "I don't want to cause any trouble, but... I saw something a couple of weeks ago that didn't sit right with me."

My heart rate quickened, but I kept my expression neutral. "Oh?" I prompted, dreading what was coming next.

"I was at Club Euphoria about two weeks ago," Rachel continued, her words coming out in a rush now. "And I saw Liam there... with Sophie. Your sister."

The world seemed to tilt for a moment, and I gripped the edge of the shelf to steady myself. Rachel, mistaking my reaction for shock, hurried on.

"They were... Well, they were very intimate with each other. I couldn't believe my eyes. I mean, I know Sophie well, we've hung out a few times, and this just seemed so out of character for her. I thought you should know. Are you... are you and Liam okay?"

I swallowed hard, forcing down the bile that had risen in my throat.

"When exactly was this?" I asked, my voice sounding distant to my own ears.

Rachel furrowed her brow, thinking. "It was two Saturdays ago, around 11 pm, I think. They were at the VIP section, and..." she trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with the details.

I nodded absent mindedly, my mind racing. Two weeks ago. After I had confronted them, after I had told Liam I wanted a divorce.

The audacity, the sheer lack of remorse... it stole my breath away. And Sophie... how could she? After everything, after all her tears and pleading the other day...

"Diane?" Rachel's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "Are you alright? You look pale."

I blinked, forcing myself back to the present. "I'm fine," I lied, plastering on a smile that felt more like a frown . "Thank you for telling me, Rachel. I appreciate your concern."

She looked unconvinced but nodded slowly. "Of course. I'm sorry if I've upset you. I just... I couldn't not say anything, you know?"

"I understand," I assured her, already backing away. "I should go. It was... nice seeing you."

Before she could respond, I turned and headed for the checkout, my steps quick and purposeful. The need to escape, to process this new information in private, was overwhelming.

The drive home passed in a blur, my thoughts a storm of anger, hurt, and disbelief. How could Sophie still go out with Liam so openly? Did she have no shame, no guilt at all? The sister I thought I knew, the one who had cried and begged for forgiveness, was nothing but a lie.

As I pulled into the driveway of Joan's house, where my mother was still staying, I felt the first cracks in my carefully constructed facade. The weight of everything - the betrayal, the pregnancy, the looming divorce - came crashing down on me all at once.

I barely made it through the door before the tears began to fall. My mother, startled by my sudden entrance, rose from her seat on the couch, her face etched with concern.

"Diane? Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

I couldn't speak, Instead, I collapsed into her arms, my body wracked with sobs. She held me tightly, murmuring soothing words as she stroked my hair, just as she had done when I was a little girl.

"Shh, it's okay," she whispered. "I'm here. Tell me what happened, sweetheart."

When the storm of emotion finally passed, I found myself curled up on the couch, my head in my mother's lap. She was still stroking my hair.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently.

I took a shuddering breath, considering. Did I want to burden her with this new information? But as I looked up at her face, filled with love and concern, I knew I couldn't keep it inside any longer.

"I saw Rachel today," I began, my voice hoarse from crying. "She... she told me she saw Liam and Sophie together at Club Euphoria two weeks ago."

My mother's hand stilled for a moment before resuming its soothing motion. "Oh, Diane," she sighed. "I'm so sorry."

"It was after I confronted them," I continued, the words spilling out now, laced with anger and disappointment.

After I told Liam I wanted a divorce. After Sophie cried and begged that she was sorry. They just... they don't care, Mom. They're not even trying to hide it anymore. Sophie... how could she do this to me? To our family?

My mother's face hardened, a mix of anger and disappointment clouding her features. She reached for her phone on the coffee table. "I'm going to call her right now," she said, her voice tight with controlled fury.

I watched as she dialed Sophie's number, her fingers jabbing at the screen with more force than necessary.

The phone rang once, twice, three times before going to voicemail. My mother hung up and tried again, with the same result.

"Voicemail," she muttered, frustration evident in her voice. "Of course she's not picking up."

I felt a fresh wave of anger wash over me. "She's probably with him right now," I spat, the bitterness in my voice surprising even me. "Living it up while our family falls apart."

My mother set the phone down, her expression a mix of sadness and determination. "Diane, listen to me," she said, her voice firm. "Sophie's actions... they're inexcusable. But you can't let this destroy you . You're stronger than that."

I nodded, wanting desperately to believe her words. "I just... I don't know how to move forward from here. Everything feels so uncertain.

"One day at a time," she said firmly. "That's all we can do. And you're not alone in this. You have me, you have Joan, and..." she hesitated, her hand moving to rest lightly on my stomach.

I felt a flutter in my stomach, a reminder of the secret I was carrying.

For a moment, I was tempted to share the news of my pregnancy with my mother, to let her in on this one bright spot in the midst of all the chaos. But I held back, not quite ready to add another layer of complexity to our already tumultuous situation.

"You're right," I whispered instead, forcing a small smile. "We'll get through this."

We sat in companionable silence for a while, both lost in our own thoughts.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room, I felt a sense of resolve settle over me. The pain was still there, raw and throbbing, but alongside it was a newfound determination.

As I drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil of the day, one thought crystallized in my mind: This was far from over. Liam and Sophie may have started this war, but I would be the one to finish it. For myself, for my unborn children, and for the future I deserved.

And Sophie... Well, she had made her choice. Now she would have to live with the consequences.