- VALKYRIE -
My head is heavy with pain as I drive recklessly on the highway, trying to get away from my own home as fast as possible. It is almost midnight. I have to get to my lawyer and give this recording in before my husband releases his, otherwise, mine will seem like a fake story to push a vendetta. With AI rampant, it won't be past him using that against me.
I also need to lawyer up quickly. I will fight for everything I built and I must win. The traffic light flashes red and I step on the brake. I'm speeding. I should not be over exacting myself while pregnant but I can't help it. Not when the fool who is married to me wants to ruin me. My car stops just before the light, nearly hitting the vehicle before me. I let out a pant. I'm not trying to kill myself, I should be careful, but I am in so much pain that it's hard to be.
My phone let's out a ding. I withdraw my eyes from the steering to the traffic light before deciding to hold my phone.
'Happy anniversary, bitch. Check the news for my gift.'
My finger trembles as I read the message from an unknown number. I already know who it is and what that message means and I dread it already. No. It can't be. It's not even midnight yet.
My heart beats ferociously against my ribcage as I check the news. It's on every headline.
'Shameful life of the heiress of SK group revealed' is the title, just like Alessandro said. And attached to it are blurred images of nude photos and videos. I feel sick. That bastard revealed my sex tapes with him. Videos I never knew were taken. It should be a crime but I can't even link this to him.
'Shocking story revealed that Valkyrie Steven Kings was involved with multiple partners while in her marriage'
'Rumour says she was abusive to her husband and spent days, even months on some occasions away from home.'
'I have been friends with Valkyrie for years and I cannot believe she was this way. Being loose with multiple men when married should be frowned on.'
'That poor husband, Valkyrie should be kicked out from SK!'
'Jk group has terminated contracts with SK group leading to the recent scandal of the heiress. The nation is shocked that someone with such bad record even made it to-'
A honk disrupts my reading. That's true. I am on the road. And the traffic light is green.
I can't move. I can't drive. And I am unable to think. My body quivers with a warning as I watch everything I built for years crumble in a few minutes. The news spread so quickly. It's on every reporter's mouth and on blogs. My own husband, the man I gave my all to did this to me.
My lips part and I let out a scream, shaking on the driver's seat. I lost. . . .
I will lose everything I worked for simply because I chose the wrong man. I am losing my mind. That recording is useless now.
I let out another scream from the top of my lungs, crashing out. Tears run down my face as I wonder where I went wrong, what I did wrong and who did I offend? I was the trophy wife. The hardworking wife. And what do I get? Nothing. Doing good got me absolutely nothing.
The honks of angry drivers burst my ear drums. If I stay here longer, I might be approached by an officer who will take me to a station and that is the least I need right now. I begin driving.
I make my way to a car park. Driving in this state is reckless. I don't have a home to go to to relax and the whole city probably knows my face as the whore so drinking in a bar is not worth it. I don't need cameras flashing my way at my lowest. Once I park, I switch my car off and fall my head to the steering. My car is honking loudly but I don't care. I'm way too drained to care.
My vision is blurred by my own tears as I scroll through every news page and blogs.
Everyone believes.
My nudes and private videos are circulating the internet and there is nothing I can do about it. I may be able to file lawsuits but that won't change anything because it is already out there. The faces of 'the men' I was 'involved with' are blurred. It is obviously my husband but no one's going to believe that.
'Why would my own husband come out to release his and his wife's tape? What possibly could be the agenda? How shameless could I possibly be to make the victim a culprit? Plus, it doesn't change the fact of my dirty entanglements' would be the new headline if I make a case. The public is a very dangerous place for celebrities like me. And right now, I have a lot to lose.
I keep scrolling through. Dirty jokes. Insults. Harsh comments. Investors claiming to back away if I am still on the company board. Brands making announcements that I am no longer the face of their business. My hardwork amounting to nothing. I take my head off the steering, stopping the honking.
In my misery, I stumble across a news announcement. One clearly overshadowed by my slander.
My mouth drops as I click on it, a desperate attempt to escape my sorrow.
Alario Morietti, successful tycoon of the most influential businesses globally is looking for a wife and he has announced it publicly. And this man is my husband's father.
A thought springs from the depth of my agony as I keep reading. He's here, in this city, his location disclosed.
And he is looking for a wife.
I let out a sigh, sitting upright, sniffing and drying the tears falling on my face as my head peers to my phone which is on my thighs. Rage, frustration and blandness is written on my face.
Being good never did me any good, so what's the point of continuing? The media already sees me as a slut anyway, I think I may take this title to the fullest.
I will introduce myself to his daddy as a suitable match. And heaven knows what I will do to Alessandro if I succeed.