Chapter 2

BEYOND REPAIR

Jerome stared at her outstretched hands and the paper that she held in them.

Even without her words, he already knew what it was.

A cackle escaped his lips as he stared at his dumb wife.

“We are not getting a divorce, honey. Not in this life, not in the next.’’ He responded, a smirk gracing his lips.

Sarah’s face hardened, frustration passing over her features as she retracted her arms.

“Well then I’m gonna get this to your grandmother first thing in the morning.’’ She replied, biting the inside of her cheeks.

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, a bile she was now used to gulping.

She crumpled the paper in her hand, throwing it into a nearby bin.

Turning away from him, she headed for the doorknob, but the sound of Jerome’s laughter stopped her in her tracks.

She frowned.

Whenever she threatened Jerome with going to his grandmother, he would always beg her not to.

Throughout that day, he would treat her with the utmost love.

Once the sun rises, he would treat her less like a human.

This time, she had expected it to be the same.

She had purposely made a video recording so that when she threatened him, he would have no choice but to treat her like his wife for the rest of his life.

To cower at her feet so she could be the one in charge for the first time in her life.

Instead, he was cackling like her threats meant nothing.

She turned around, her brow raised in question as she stared at him.

He still hadn’t stopped laughing.

His face was tomato red while he clutched his belly, trying to hold in the rest of his laughter.

“Did I say anything funny?’’ She asked, her cold voice resetting his expression.

He nodded, wiping the lone tear that fell from his eyes due to excessive laughter.

“You’re so delusional. You think my grandmother would choose you before her grandson?’’ He asked, eyeing her from up to down.

He plopped on the bed, staring at her like she was some kind of a clown.

“Your grandmother is fair. Once she sees the video footage of your infidelity, she will drag you by the ear and knock some sense into you. Let’s not forget that she would make you step down from your position as the interim CEO and give it to your hardworking, billionaire, and self-made brother.’’ Sarah whispered the last part, a small smile gracing her lips as she watched the change in Jerome’s face.

It would forever be priceless.

His hand tightened into a fist, his face purple from anger, and his legs involuntarily stomped the ground.

He hated hearing the word ‘Brother’ and Sarah relished the feeling of putting him in the position he was currently in.

While his brother was out there working and earning his own fair share of meat, Jerome was lazing around, fucking sluts, and waiting for his family’s business to be passed down to him.

A smile curled up her lips knowing that she had wiped the stupid smirk off his face.

“Don’t you fucking say the word bro—‘’

“Brother?’’ Sarah completed, a sly smirk gracing her lips.

She broke off eye contact with him and turned around, storming out of the room.

Her once high shoulders slacked immediately, her face replaced with a chill that could pierce the hardest of hearts.

Her heels drummed against the floorboards as she exited the mansion and hopped into her car.

Her hands were tight against the steering wheel as she pressed the gas pedal hard and sped off to a hotel.

She’d spent almost all her night there.

Due to paparazzi, she had stuck to staying in the mansion by day and closing off her identity while going to sleep at the hotel by night.

The Goldberg family was a huge deal in New York City.

Lilian Goldberg—Jerome’s grandmother had been the one to make the Goldbergs’ name heard. And it had stayed that way ever since.

They were one of the Top 10 richest families in the whole of New York.

Their whole life were always documented by paparazzi.

A whiff about her spending more time than necessary in a hotel would drag the Goldbergs’ name to shame.

Sarah didn’t want to be the first person to ever do that.

She pulled down the cap over her face and yanked the key card out of the receptionist's hands.

She gave her a curt nod before heading up the elevator and back to the room she’d spent sleepless nights in.

Tiredly, she plopped on the bed, her eyes closing in exhaustion.

“RINGGGG! RINGGGG!!’’

The sound of her alarm buzzing woke her up.

Sarah quickly pulled off the covers and jumped to her feet, heading for the washroom.

She turned on the faucet and washed her face, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

She looked like a shadow of herself with black bags around her eyes, a few strands missing from her hair from getting pulled at all the time and the way her once chubby cheeks now deepened.

She chuckled, averting her gaze from the mirror.

She pulled on another cloth and a cap and exited the hotel.

Her eyes were fixed on the road as she headed for Lilian Goldberg’s house with determination laced in her eyes.

She came to a halt just outside the house and hopped out, entering the manor.

The maids bowed their heads as they watched her go into the madam’s personal study.

Sarah popped her head into the room, her heart hammering against her chest as she pushed the door open and entered the room.

Lilian was seated behind her table, a glass resting against the bridge of her nose.

A smile curled up her lips immediately she sighted Sarah.

“Come my child.’’ She murmured, gesturing for her to come forward.

“You seem distressed. Tell granny what is bothering you.’’ She said again when Sarah took her seat.

Sarah nodded, her hand slipping into her purse.

She brought out her phone, her hand tapping away at the screen.

She stretched the phone out to Lilian.

Lilian took the phone, her eyes rooted to the lit screen.

She clicked on the video and it started to play, her eyes widening in shock while her hands clamped over her mouth dramatically.

“Granny, Jerome has been—‘’

Sarah’s words got stuck in her throat as she watched Lilian jump to her feet, her hand smashing the phone on the floor while her legs drummed against it until it was destroyed beyond repair.