Chapter 7

Samantha was in her office when a notification sounded on her phone. She was preparing herself to meet William Carter to discuss the partnership of the two companies.

Tapping the screen lock, it was a video from Sandra, one of her good friends.

"What could Sandra be sending me?" She murmured.

"Maybe some town gossip." She said, unlocking her phone and tapping on the video.

A man appeared, covered in blood as he carried a woman in his arms intimately as he rushed to what seemed to be the entrance of a hospital.

Samantha watched the video, wondering why Sandra would send her a video of a random man on the streets. That's until she read the message that came with the video clip.

"Didn't know your scum of a husband has a mistress while married to you."

Samantha could feel her blood boil at the message, clicking the video again, she watched it.

Indeed, the man in the video was none other than her good for nothing husband.

She couldn't believe he could dare cheat on her with a random woman on the Streets.

Although they didn't love each other, they were still married.

It would be embarrassing to her as a lady if a word got out about her husband's infidelity.

He had already tarnished her reputation by being a lowlife. What would others think when they knew that as a lady, she could not control her husband.

That had to be the most humiliating thing for a woman of her status to bear.

"How dare you cheat on me, you scumbag! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget." She swore.

Picking up her phone, she dialled the number of William, excusing herself from their meeting and promising him to see each other at dinner.

"I'm going to settle the matters between me and my useless husband today so we can be together." She said.

Actually, Samantha was aware of William's character, who didn't know in the whole of Carlifonia. He's known to be abusive and a womaniser.

She didn't mind that though, as long as she could get the title of Mrs Carter and have countless dollars in her account, that was nothing.

Just like her mother, she believed that being poor was like a plague. Only with money could she buy happiness.

She had just hung up and was walking to the door when her phone rang, an incoming call from her mother.

Accepting the call, she listened to her mother rant about her husband's infidelity.

"Don't I always tell you to divorce that useless piece of trash? Just look at what he just did to you. You are his legal wife even if you two don't get along well. He has no right to keep a mistress talk less of being seen acting lovey dovey in the streets. Tell me, didn't you leave with him in the morning? How did he end up alone?" The woman ranted.

You could already tell that she was fuming mad.

"Mom, you ask too many questions. Which one do you want me to answer first?" Samantha replied, annoyance evident from her tone of voice.

"Come back home, I already called the family lawyer. We are going to file for divorce right now. I can't allow my precious daughter to remain married to such scum of a man." Susan said, immediately disconnecting the phone before Samantha could say anything.

Actually, Samantha could already tell that her mother was happy that at last, they found a reason to chase her husband out of the family without having to lose the inheritance left behind by her grandfather.

She was also thinking the same.

Mason's scandal came as a blessing in disguise, of course that did not mean she would let him go so easily without teaching him a lesson.

She walked to her car before leaving for the Hutton family house.

Meanwhile Mason treaked all the way home. He was tired and all sweaty when he approached the Hutton's family gate.

It was barely past noon when he arrived, having walked for three hours.

He couldn't control the smile that graced his face. He was finally home and would be able to rest and at least have a glass of water. If his Mother-in-law wasn't around, he could be lucky to land himself a few slices of bread before he starts his daily chores.

He had contemplated on what happened at the hospital and decided to leave everything behind.

He was about to step inside the house when he saw his bag and a few of his clothes lying all over the ground.

He bent down to collect his stuff when he was smacked on the head with another bundle which he believed to be more of his belongings.

"Look who decided to show up after having a great time with his mistress." Susan, Samantha's Mother-in-law spat with disgust, her words surprising Mason.

" Mistress? What mistress?" Mason inquired, clueless.

Of Course everyone thought that he was feigning ignorance.

"What are you pretending about? Do you think we will believe you? The news is already all over the media and you dare deny it?" Samantha hollered furiously, their words confusing Mason even more.

"What are you talking about Samantha? I don't have a mistress. I barely step out of the house so how can I have a mistress?" He asked, seeking clarification.

Taking out her phone, Samantha played the same video sent by Sandra to Mason who watched it with horror filled eyes.

"I can explain, Samantha, it's not what you think." Mason desperately tried to explain. He knew that they had misunderstood him and hoped that they would give him a chance to explain.

"Explain hah!" Samantha sneered, eyeing Mason with contempt.

" Do you think I care about who you go fu**ing? Sign the divorce papers and get the hell out of my sight before I do something terrible to you." She spat, throwing him a stack of papers with the word divorce agreement written in bold.