My Flash Husband From Ten Years Ago.

Genevieve's Point of View

My heart broke as I watched them leave. What a life. He'd rather choose a woman he's not familiar with over me because he thinks I killed his mother.

Since there was no way I could enter the house, I decided to go spend the night at my friend's. But just as I turned to leave, the door pushed open, and the housekeeper came to me.

"Mrs. Einstein, why didn't you come in? The door wasn't locked," she said.

My mouth fell open in surprise. "What?" I guess it's my fault for not trying to push it first.

"Come in, it's cold outside." She showed me in.

I'm drenched by now, very cold, and my legs could hardly move, but I dragged myself inside.

My eyes zeroed in on Fred, who caged Frieda against a wall as they kissed and romanced themselves. Kelvin, on the other hand, was playing a video game.

I ignored them and began dragging myself upstairs, but Fred's angry voice stopped me.

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"To my room," I answered.

"Is that the first place you should be? Shouldn't you be in the kitchen cooking dinner for us?"

"Order takeouts," I said, heading towards my room, but I was yanked back before I could make it.

"Do you want to get my son killed? Have you forgotten that you're the only one who can cook Kevin's food? You know he's a very picky eater!"

I raised my brows. "Well, since you know he's a picky eater, why don't you get your lady friend to study his diet and learn how to cook foods that would suit his taste?" My expression turned cold. "I've signed the divorce papers; we'll be legally separated soon."

His nostrils flared in anger immediately after I said those words, and he delivered a slap to my face.

"It seems like I've been too lenient with you. I have told you, you can't just get up and think you can divorce me!" he narrowed his eyes. "You know how much I hate the word 'divorce.' If you provoke me too much, I'd fulfill your wish and get the divorce!"

"Please do," I gulped. "The divorce papers will be delivered tomorrow. I've signed my part; please sign yours too."

His anger grew as he stared at me, but I didn't care. I'd had enough.

Kelvin, who's been playing video games, rushed towards us with a satisfied smile.

"Really? You've signed the divorce papers? Does it mean you're leaving our house tonight?" Excitement coated his words.

"Oh no, Kelvin, you shouldn't say that. Your mother loves your father, and saying these things would hurt her," Frieda chipped in, pretending to be a peacemaker, but I saw the joy on her face.

"She's not my mother, and she'll never be!" he looked me in the eyes. "You're not qualified to be my mother!"

"Good, because I don't want to be anymore," I replied.

Fred couldn't take it anymore; he wrapped his hand around my neck tightly and looked me in the eyes.

"Listen and listen good, I'm not signing any divorce papers tomorrow. I'll set them ablaze once I get my hands on them," he pushed me onto the ground. "Now, go cook dinner or face the consequences!"

I coughed as I gasped for air. "Fred, I'm done being a slave to you and your son! I'm not cooking any dinner," I managed to say.

He kicked me in the stomach. "Are you going to cook or not?"

I smiled weakly. "Over my dead body would I cook..."

"Have it your way, then!" he interrupted me. "Reuben, Felix!" he called his men.

Two of his men rushed forward and bowed before him.

"Drag her to the cold room and lock her up! Don't let her out until she's dead!" he ordered.

Without wasting time, the men rushed to me, grabbed my arms, and began dragging me away. Kelvin and Frieda snickered as I was being dragged away.

"Let me go! Let me go!" I struggled as I tried to get away from them, but who am I kidding? They are ten times stronger than me.

No matter how hard I fought against them, they wouldn't budge. I was thrown into the cold room, and before I could gain balance, they'd locked the door and left. It's just me, the cold room, and darkness.

It's only seconds, but it felt like I'd been here for days as my whole body began to shake from the intense cold.

I'm too weak to speak or beg for help. I simply slumped down against the door and waited for my death.

Just when I was about to give up hope, I heard a commotion outside. Desperate for someone to save me, I began banging on the door with all my might.

Soon, the door opened, and I saw a man in a well-tailored suit standing in front of the door. I was barely keeping my eyes open; hence, I didn't take in his appearance.

"I told you, Mr. Enzo, she's just a maid," I heard Fred say to the man.

I shook my head in disagreement since I couldn't speak, but the man wasn't looking my way anymore.

Just when he was about to leave, he paused, whipped his head back to me, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Genevieve?" he called my name softly.

I wanted to ask him how he knew my name, but it came out as a whimper.

His eyes suddenly darkened as he heard me whimper. "How dare you hurt my wife?!" he growled angrily.

Huh? His wife? When did we get married?