Mom's Nurse, His Mistress, My Revenge - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Noel stared at the picture, his jaw clenched in disbelief. "You're lying," he spat. "You really think I'm stupid enough to fall for this?"
The evidence was staring him right in the face, yet he still couldn't—or wouldn't—accept it.
I burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face. "Oh, Noel, do you honestly think I'd waste my breath lying to you? You're not worth the energy!"
His expression darkened. After a tense silence, he finally motioned for his men to release me and stepped aside to make a call.
The silence was thick, suffocating—and in it, I heard every word from the other end of the line.
"Yes, Mr. Seyfertt. I regret to inform you that your mother-in-law passed away several days ago."
Noel went completely still. For a long moment, he didn't move, didn't breathe. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said,
"I… I didn't know."
"I thought you were just pissed because I took Rian on that trip. And that phone call—it wasn't me who answered. Rian said everything was fine."
Noel grabbed my hand, his grip unsteady. "I'm sorry, Nellie. I had no idea what you were going through alone. I—God, I'm so sorry."
I yanked my hand away, wiping my tears with the back of my sleeve. My voice was ice. "Save your apologies for Mom. Not me."
"I will," he said quickly. "I'll make it right."
Then, hesitating, he added, "But Rian had no part in this. She's innocent, okay? Don't drag her into it."
Innocent? A life—gone—and he calls it a simple misunderstanding?
"Noel," I said flatly, "I get it. You and Rian have history. She matters to you."
I forced my voice steady. "I'm not standing in the way of whatever you two have. I've already hired a lawyer. Once the divorce papers are ready, just sign them."
"Divorce?" He looked at me like I'd slapped him. "Why? I just explained everything! I'll fix this—I'll make it up to you, to your mom. Rian and I are like siblings, Nellie. You're blowing this out of proportion!"
"Out of proportion?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "So ignoring Mom's last cry for help, leaving her to suffer for months—that's just a little oversight?"
"Nellie, don't twist this." His face darkened, defensive. "Rian would never hurt your mom. I've told you a thousand times, but you refuse to listen! And what's done is done—the dead don't come back. Are you really going to throw away our marriage over this? Your mom wouldn't want that."
The dead don't come back. How convenient for him.
My hands shook with rage, my voice breaking as I screamed, "If Mom could see you now, the only thing she'd want is for me to get as far away from you and that witch as possible! How can you even say that, Noel?! Aren't you afraid she'll haunt you in your sleep?"
"Cornelia! That's enough!" he snapped, his patience gone. "I apologized! What else do you want? Rian is like family—she works her ass off. Is it a crime for me to care about her? Do you have to turn everything into some sick drama?"
Disgust coiled in my stomach. He wasn't even worth my anger anymore—just my pity. I stood, my voice frigid. "This is my place. Get out. Now. Or I swear to God, I'll call the cops."
"Don't be like this." His tone softened, his hand reaching for mine. "Look, this place is a mess. You're exhausted. Come home with me. Let me take you somewhere nice, just the two of us. Please."
"No, thanks," I said, yanking my hand back, my voice dripping with venom. "What's the matter, Noel? Can't stand the thought of your precious Rian being stuck as the 'other woman'? Sign the divorce papers, then. Make it official."
I turned and walked to my room, ignoring his protests. He followed, still spewing excuses, but when he realized I wasn't listening, he sighed. "You're upset. I get it. I'll give you space, but I'm not signing those papers."
"Nellie… I'll wait for you."
I didn't answer. I stayed locked in my room until I heard the front door close.
When I finally stepped out, the living room was spotless.
Mom's shattered photo had been carefully pieced back together, placed on the table. Her smile—warm, forgiving—stared back at me.
The weight of it all crushed me. My legs gave out, and I collapsed to my knees, clutching her portrait to my chest.
"I'm sorry, Mom," I sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry. I was blind. And now… it's too late."
The evidence was staring him right in the face, yet he still couldn't—or wouldn't—accept it.
I burst into laughter, tears streaming down my face. "Oh, Noel, do you honestly think I'd waste my breath lying to you? You're not worth the energy!"
His expression darkened. After a tense silence, he finally motioned for his men to release me and stepped aside to make a call.
The silence was thick, suffocating—and in it, I heard every word from the other end of the line.
"Yes, Mr. Seyfertt. I regret to inform you that your mother-in-law passed away several days ago."
Noel went completely still. For a long moment, he didn't move, didn't breathe. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said,
"I… I didn't know."
"I thought you were just pissed because I took Rian on that trip. And that phone call—it wasn't me who answered. Rian said everything was fine."
Noel grabbed my hand, his grip unsteady. "I'm sorry, Nellie. I had no idea what you were going through alone. I—God, I'm so sorry."
I yanked my hand away, wiping my tears with the back of my sleeve. My voice was ice. "Save your apologies for Mom. Not me."
"I will," he said quickly. "I'll make it right."
Then, hesitating, he added, "But Rian had no part in this. She's innocent, okay? Don't drag her into it."
Innocent? A life—gone—and he calls it a simple misunderstanding?
"Noel," I said flatly, "I get it. You and Rian have history. She matters to you."
I forced my voice steady. "I'm not standing in the way of whatever you two have. I've already hired a lawyer. Once the divorce papers are ready, just sign them."
"Divorce?" He looked at me like I'd slapped him. "Why? I just explained everything! I'll fix this—I'll make it up to you, to your mom. Rian and I are like siblings, Nellie. You're blowing this out of proportion!"
"Out of proportion?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "So ignoring Mom's last cry for help, leaving her to suffer for months—that's just a little oversight?"
"Nellie, don't twist this." His face darkened, defensive. "Rian would never hurt your mom. I've told you a thousand times, but you refuse to listen! And what's done is done—the dead don't come back. Are you really going to throw away our marriage over this? Your mom wouldn't want that."
The dead don't come back. How convenient for him.
My hands shook with rage, my voice breaking as I screamed, "If Mom could see you now, the only thing she'd want is for me to get as far away from you and that witch as possible! How can you even say that, Noel?! Aren't you afraid she'll haunt you in your sleep?"
"Cornelia! That's enough!" he snapped, his patience gone. "I apologized! What else do you want? Rian is like family—she works her ass off. Is it a crime for me to care about her? Do you have to turn everything into some sick drama?"
Disgust coiled in my stomach. He wasn't even worth my anger anymore—just my pity. I stood, my voice frigid. "This is my place. Get out. Now. Or I swear to God, I'll call the cops."
"Don't be like this." His tone softened, his hand reaching for mine. "Look, this place is a mess. You're exhausted. Come home with me. Let me take you somewhere nice, just the two of us. Please."
"No, thanks," I said, yanking my hand back, my voice dripping with venom. "What's the matter, Noel? Can't stand the thought of your precious Rian being stuck as the 'other woman'? Sign the divorce papers, then. Make it official."
I turned and walked to my room, ignoring his protests. He followed, still spewing excuses, but when he realized I wasn't listening, he sighed. "You're upset. I get it. I'll give you space, but I'm not signing those papers."
"Nellie… I'll wait for you."
I didn't answer. I stayed locked in my room until I heard the front door close.
When I finally stepped out, the living room was spotless.
Mom's shattered photo had been carefully pieced back together, placed on the table. Her smile—warm, forgiving—stared back at me.
The weight of it all crushed me. My legs gave out, and I collapsed to my knees, clutching her portrait to my chest.
"I'm sorry, Mom," I sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry. I was blind. And now… it's too late."
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