Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 135

RENE

 “How are you going to respond to that? Have you unexpectedly lost your ability to speak? That is what I thought,” I mocked Cyril with a wicked laugh before walking away.

 I knew he was going to crawl back to me and beg for forgiveness.

 I never wanted to talk about it with him. I planned to let go, knowing that he may still be in love with Olivia.

 That has never been the source of contention. I knew exactly what I needed to do to persuade Cyril to file for divorce.

 However, my primary goal was to take over the Penhurst company.

 And when I found out Olivia had moved to Paris, I became the happiest woman on earth.

 Even though he had yet to appoint me as CEO, I knew my mission had been accomplished.

 Olivia's absence was a clear indication that she was no longer going to take over the company. That has always been my greatest fear.

 A few minutes after I faced the wall, I felt a touch on my shoulder.

 I recognized Cyril even without verification.

 I gave a silent smile. That was the moment I had waited for.

 I was prepared to give up my arm if he came pleading for my forgiveness.

 As Cyril attempted to speak with me, I pushed his hands off my shoulder. “Get your hands off me. I would rather not do it right now.”

 I gestured towards the doorway and widened it to allow Cyril to leave. I secretly wished he would never leave.

 The plan was to make him keep pleading for my forgiveness as if his life depended on it.

 I wanted to take him to his lowest point. And hopefully, I would be able to manipulate him so that he finally appointed me as CEO of Penhurst.

 "You are not deaf, right? Please leave my residence. It is obvious that you never loved me. You just needed a coping mechanism.

 “You required a rebound girl, and that is where I come in,” I blurted out.

 I avoided making eye contact with him to avoid being neutralized by his sorry face.

 After speaking with him in that manner, I began to question whether I was doing too much.

 I treated him like a piece of trash, but he refused to retaliate. Most men would have abandoned me without even pleading.

 The fact that he stood back, still begging me, indicated that I still had a chance to influence his decision.

 He approached me slowly, his eyelids filled with tears.

 It was only a matter of time before they began to drop like waterfalls.

 "Will you please pay attention to me? I only require five minutes. Once I am done, you can do whatever you want to me,” he promised.

 I cast an unfriendly look at him and took a seat on the couch.

 My silence was enough to let him know that I had given him permission to speak with me.

 He dropped to his knees and began the conversation. “I sincerely apologize for what I did.”

 I cast a slow glance at him before quickly moving on.

 I never felt sorry for him. Cyril had almost certainly become a shadow of himself.

 I am still not sure how I was able to persuade him to my liking.

 This is the same man who treated Olivia like garbage.

 Olivia's life had become unbearable because of this person.

 He was always ready to throw an atomic punch at Olivia with the slightest provocation.

 However, in my case, things were different. I have lost count of how many times I have demonstrated my rude behavior to him, but he has never raised his hands to hit me, let alone spoken to me in a different tone of voice.

 “You have four minutes remaining,” I reminded him after looking at my wristwatch.

 "I am sorry you had to find out that way. I was utterly confused. I did not know what to do,” he recalled.

 He was not finished speaking when I stood up to face him. “You were not sure? Fuck! Here I was, expecting you to say it was an error. Am I not enough for you?”

 I let out fake tears to make him feel guilty. I wanted him to despise himself and become more devoted to me.

 “Of course, I love you. If I had not loved you, I would not have divorced Olivia and made you the head of operations at Penhurst,” Cyril justified his actions.

 "Are you earnest right now? Would you have considered divorcing her if there had not been such constant pressure?” I snapped back at Cyril and left him speechless.

 "Overseeing operations is not enough. I want to be the CEO,” I declared unequivocally.

 “Do you know how difficult that is? I will need to summon the board of directors for that to take effect.”

 "Who gives a damn about the board of directors? I bet it was not this difficult when you created Olivia. So why is mine a problem?” I let out my anguish and frustration.

 "Cyril, now listen to me.”

 I gave him 48 hours to decide if he really wanted this relationship to work. I put him in a position where he would have difficulty deciding.

 I motioned to the mini-bar to get a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

 I slowly emptied a small portion of spirits into each of the two glasses while grabbing one.

 A few minutes after I issued the ultimatum, I heard footsteps approaching me.

 I did not bother to look back because I knew it was Cyril. My mother could not make it out of the living room.

 He grabbed the other glass of spirits and drank it before speaking.

 “So what happens now? Have you made your decision yet? Or are you still denying our relationship?” I tossed the question at him, almost causing him to choke on the liquor.

 “I am prepared to make this work,” he muttered.

 I drew my ears closer together. “I cannot hear you. What have you said?” I wanted him to say it with genuine conviction.

 He sighed and raised his head while facing the ground. “I am ready to make you the CEO if this relationship works out,” he finally vowed after several failed attempts to influence his decision.

 I gave a smile. This time, it was sincere.

 “Not so fast, though. You are going to allow me some time to discuss this with the board of directors. I will also ensure that you are entitled to 20% of the company's shares.”

 Cyril made his promise. That was not something I expected. I do not recall telling him I wanted to own some of the company's stock.

 "Now this is what I am talking about. Can we raise a toast to that?” I raised my glass and clinked it against his.

 I leaned forward and kissed him, almost making love in the living room. His phone rang, causing a significant distraction.

 "I need to go right now. It came from the company.”

 He gave me a soft knock on the chin and walked away.

 Shortly after his departure, my mother dashed out of the room.

 It was as though she knew about his departure.

 “I heard everything. Save yourself the explanation,” she shunned me just as I was about to speak.

 "I laced his liquor with narcotics. It's just a matter of time before it starts killing him from the inside,” I told my mom and saved her the stress of asking me.

 We intended to kill Cyril slowly after he must have made me the CEO.