The Ex-wife Of Mr Hank

“That was a good performance out there, Eve. It pains me a lot that I was not able to record their pale faces at that moment.”

Eve let out a chuckle at the words of her assistant and best friend.

“You should’ve, Ella.”

Ella giggled. “Now, they can’t have peace in their own party.”

She smiled. It was what she wanted. She wished for them to live in horror. She wanted them to dread her, to live their life in misery and if it was the last thing that she got to do, she surely was going to have the last laugh.

Throughout her marriage with Noah, she’d been nothing but kind and forgiving, but what did she get in return? Schemes and more schemes from them. She was no longer the Genevieve that they used to know, the Genevieve who was docile and the perfect submissive wife that everyone knew.

Her eyes scanned the dance floor and finally fell on a couple that everyone deemed adorable.

“They look compatible together. A schemer must be with a schemer. What an unfortunate union.” Ella followed her line of sight.

“I know, right? It would have been unfortunate for me too if I had spent my life with him.”

Her burning gaze settled on them in disgust. She watched as Noah handled Melissa with care, carefully dancing with her and guiding her every step while making sure that her legs moved perfectly. It was an eyesore to her.

She immediately averted her eyes as his eyes caught hers, shamelessly staring at her over.

Breaking her gaze fully from the man, she poured more drink into her glass cup and gulped its contents in one go.

“We should drink ourselves till we can’t anymore. It’s been so long since we had fun,” Ella suggested.

“Right! I was about to suggest that.”

“Here. Tada,” Ella exclaimed, bringing out two bottles of wine from the side and dropping it on their table.”

“H..How did you get this?”

“You don't know me anymore? I'm Ella, the queen of la la la things.”

“Hmm. What can I say to the queen? Let's have some more drinks then.”

“You’re so supportive.”

Genevieve couldn’t help the smile that stretched on her lips. When it came to drinking, her friend and assistant was a pro. She never failed to miss out on any opportunity that would make her drink till her liver almost gave away.

Ella excitedly popped the wine open and poured a decent amount into both their glasses.

“Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

They lightly hit their glasses together and took the drinks to their lips. Just as Eve brought the glass to her lips with an intent to gulp its content down in one go, it was suddenly snatched from her hold, her eyes immediately growing wide. She raised her head to stare at the intruder.

“Give that back. What are you doing?”

“Making sure that you don’t get drunk.”

“Hi Liam,” Ella greeted. She quickly dropped her glass of wine and composed herself, smiling cutely at the man.

“Ella,” he acknowledged before returning his attention to Eve. “You don’t want to get too drunk, right? This isn’t your home so stop drinking.”

“Why are you scolding me? I’ll find my way home.”

Eve glared at her so-called friend, who snatched her drink. She was in no mood for his scoldings. Liam was a potential friend and business partner who she met six months ago and since then, they'd been inseparable just like with Ella.

Snatching the glass from Liam, she quickly brought it to her mouth and emptied the contents before he could snatch it again.

A low chuckle erupted from his throat. “Stubborn.  You both have to stop this habit of drinking. You could drink yourselves to death one day.”

Ella cleared her throat and shook her head innocently.

“I…I don’t drink anymore.” She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I became a new leaf. I’m only pouring drinks for Eve.”

Eve’s eyes snapped to her.

“What? Why, you little liar?”

“That’s the truth.”

“That’s a lie.” Genevieve sighed and rose from the chair. “Anyway, you both catch up. I’ll go to the restroom. I’m pressed.” She staggered backward before managing to stabilize herself.

“See? You’re tipsy.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’ll come with you,” Liam volunteered.

“It’s the female restroom. You don’t want to be labeled a perv.”

“Oh,” he laughed in embarrassment and watched as Eve shook her head and turned to the other side of the hall, making her way to the restrooms

At the restroom, she threw water on her face and sighed, gazing at herself in the mirror.

She sighed. “I should redo my makeup.”

Searching through her purse, she fished out her foundation and lipstick before proceeding to apply a decent amount to her face and lips.

“I can't believe that is really Miss Gray?”

She paused when she heard the voices of two girls as they stepped into the powder room, perhaps oblivious to her presence, or they didn’t just care. They made their way directly to the mirror and started redoing their make-up.

“You saw the news. Mr Gray posted it himself on the internet,” the second girl replied.

“She’s so pretty. Her skin looks so good.”

“Stop being biased.” The second girl rolled her eyes. “She doesn't look that good. Her dress looks good but her ass and face are a total mess. You should get glasses.”

“What, me?”

“Yes.”

The first girl cleared her throat. “Well, you aren't entirely wrong. I expected someone prettier. I also heard from someone that…” she leaned closer to her friend. “She used to be married to Mr. Hank.”

“Really?”

“She is the ex-wife of Mr Hank.”

“Oh my God.”

“Shh.”

“I can't believe this. No wonder there was so much tension between Melissa and Mrs. Gray. So they knew each other from before.”

“They do. You've seen it now.”

“I wonder what made them break up.”

“Pfft. That's not a question. It's obvious that Miss Gray is the problem. I heard that she is the cause of Melissa’s medical condition. You know, she won't be able to walk properly again. I wonder what man is going to marry her that way if not Mr Hank.”

“Right?” The second girl shook her head in pity. “I feel so much pity for her. I’m sure Melissa would make her pay now that she’s back. Although she hasn't done me any bad, I want to hit her in the face. If she comes before me now, I'll smear her makeup with my palm. How dare she do that to someone?”

“Oh wow.”

The two girls froze at the cold chuckle that erupted from Eve’s throat from behind them.

They dropped their make-up and slowly turned to face her, their eyes widening at the sight of her.

With each step that Eve took toward them, her heels clicked with the floor, the sound loud enough to cause the girls to flinch.

“What did you say again?” Eve raised a brow.

“I…I said nothing,” the second girl immediately replied, cowering backward.

“No, you said something, honey. I'm curious.” She looked away from the second girl and turned to the first. “You shared the news, right?” She inquired. “I would like you to share more and tell me what your friend said.”

“I'm… I'm sorry, Miss Gray.”

“I asked a question,” she raised her voice. “Didn't she say that she would smear my makeup with her palm?”

“Sh.. She did.”

“Binta!” The second girl called at her friend with her eyes wide, but a look from Eve caused her to remain still in her position.

“I’d love to see you try.”

“Umm… Miss Gray, you know. I was only j…joking when I said that. I didn't mean it at all.”

“Jokes,” Eve laughed. “How about I joke with your family’s business too?”

“Wh..what?”

“I like jokes and you like jokes too. That's perfect, right?”