8TERA

“Are you really divorcing him? This feels like a prank you're playing on me.” Alessia mouthed as she just stared at me, wide eyed, flipping through the papers on her desk.

“I've made up my mind. I previously thought we had some kind of future before us but now I see that it was all my wishful thinking. He's a total scumbag and doesn't deserve another minute of me being his wife.” I said. Flashes of him hitting me because of Isadora filled my head and my hands instinctively went to my stomach.

My child.

My beautiful child. They had caused me to miscarry. Divorce wasn't revenge but what they owed me and I was going to make sure that I get revenge. I already had a plan crawling up in my head.

“So tell me, how long would it take for the divorce papers to be ready?” I requested and her eyes darted sideways before she lifted her fingers signalling two.

“I'll make sure it's ready in 2 days so that you can divorce him as soon as possible.” Alessia answered and I nodded.

I put on my sun glasses and stood up ready to go back to set when her hands stopped me.

“But are you fine though? Are you okay? What just happened is a traumatic event and—” I shook my head in disagreement flashing her a small smile.

“No. I'm fine. Really.” I stressed.

I hated that look in her eyes. It seemed like pity and sympathy and everything I didn't want right now.

“If you insist but I suggest you see a therapist and…is that a script you're holding? You just lost your child, you should let your agent know you can't film now.” She barked, standing to her feet and I sighed.

Right.

Why am I going to set?

Right! Because that jerk, my boss, said I must return to set.

But was that really all the reason?

“Well, my boss wants me to return to set as the show must continue and I'm afraid I can't even say no.” I explained and her eyes widened in horror.

Nope. That's wrong. I could say no but according to my contract, I'd then have to pay him 100 million in liquidated assets and Lord knows, I couldn't afford that.

I could just not for refund or anything like that.

“Forget preparing divorce agreement for your husband, the person you need to sue is your boss. How could he be so evil? Doesn't he know you have a miscarriage?” She stressed and I fell back into my seat.

“He does. He does and that's what makes it confusing. Whenever I'm talking with him, I get this strange chill, he was the one that took me to the hospital but I just can't shake the feeling that something is out of place.” I shuddered, shifting my hair strand to the back of my hair.

“He's a monster. No matter what, you can't do it if you don't feel like it.” I stood up again, adjusted my glasses and folded the script in my hands.

“Yes. The gag is that I totally feel like going.” I winked as I walked past her and out the door.

I got into my car and drove off to set immediately. I had no doubts that I would be the topic for gossip throughout this week and even the next but what I was sure about was, it was going to remain amongst our agency.

Dante would let a scandal that would have a heavy impact on his company see the light of say, at least, he had given me that much impression.

I arrived on set, parked my car, popped two pills of painkillers and drank them before stepping out of the vehicle.

As expected, gasps, whispers, murmurs, a lot of whispers followed me.

“Mrs Tera? The boss wants to see you.” The director informed me and I bit the insides of my mouth.

I had let my mouth go loose in the hospital and I had actually asked the boss if he wanted a blow job for treating me nicely.

How the hell am I supposed to face him now?

“He's on set? What is he doing on set? He's never on set.” I blurted out and the director just stared at me like I had grown horns before gesturing in the director of a black tinted up vehicle.

“Alright. I'll be right back in a few. How long until the shoot for the first scene starts?” I queried and the director shouted something to the technical crew and then checked his wrist watch.

“About thirty minutes. Enough time for you to go over your script again.” He gave me a thumbs up and walked away while I walked slowly over to Dante Baloney's car.

Once I was in front of the driver's door, I knocked slightly on the window.

I couldn't see him but I was certain he was in there, probably seeing me and wondering ways he would torture me today.

For a second, I caught my reflection in the car window. Same face, same eyes, same body but something was missing. Maybe it was me.

The windows rolled down almost immediately and he gestured to me to enter the car.

I wanted to protest but decided against it. Considering how fluent I had been in the last few days, I was quite lucky that I wasn't getting fired.

“Ugh…good…good day Sir.” I greeted and then wondered why I had reclined my head over alongside just now.

Strange.

“Mm.” He answered.

“Ugh, Sir, you called to see me.” I stated, my lips trembled while I dug my nails into my skin to stop me from shaking and making a total fool of myself.

“Yes.” He wasn't paying any attention to me, his brows were furrowed and he was talking furiously on his phone screen.

It was quite similar to when one was arguing with another on the phone through text messages and it starts getting really good that you don't even wait for the other to finish typing.

That's what it looked like.

With a touch of domineering energy.

“Can I ask why you called me over? I still need to go over my lines again before we start filming.” I muttered and this time, he lifted his head from the phone.

“I called you here so you could due on your offer.” He stated and my eyes darted back and forth, I just stared at him with utter silence and confusion.

“What are you talking about, sir?” I queried and he leaned in closer.

“The blowjob.”