Done Hurting

Chapter 10: I'm Back

Hera's POV

I pushed open the grand entrance doors of the ballroom, stepping into the room with an air of confidence. 

The collective gasps and wide-eyed stares of the Olympian citizens greeted me immediately. Their reactions ranged from shock to admiration, their eyes glued to my radiant beauty and natural glow. 

I knew I looked stunning, even without much makeup—my beauty has always been one of a kind.

My gaze drifted toward the majestic thrones at the front of the room. 

There were twelve thrones for the Olympian gods, and three additional ones on the side for Hestia, Hades, and myself. Among them, my throne stood out with its unique design. I started walking toward it, relishing the attention. 

It seemed I was the last to arrive—perfect timing.

The Olympians were no less entranced than the citizens, their eyes fixed on me as I made my entrance. 

Zeus, in particular, couldn't hide his reaction. I caught a fleeting glimpse of disappointment and regret in his eyes. 

The sight filled me with a twisted satisfaction.

HA! That's what you get when you mess with me. Regret, disappointment, sadness, and pain.

Zeus deserved every bit of the turmoil he felt. After everything he put me through, seeing him suffer brought a vindictive pleasure. 

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone else—a familiar figure staring at me with envy. It was none other than Leto, her eyes filled with resentment.

Make an entrance worthy of Chaos? Check!

I ascended the steps to my throne with poise, feeling the weight of their gazes. The power I felt was intoxicating. 

This was my moment—a reminder to all of Olympus that I was not to be underestimated or forgotten.

Zeus' POV

I was deep in conversation with my brother Poseidon, who glanced at his watch. "Brother, it's exactly 8:00 PM. We should start the event," he reminded me.

I glanced at the three chairs below us, noticing one was still vacant. 

Sigh... I guess Hera's not attending.

"Zeus, dear, it's time for your opening remarks," Leto, my 'wife,' prompted gently.

I nodded, preparing to gather everyone's attention, but the grand doors suddenly swung open with a flourish.

There she stood, resplendent in all her glory—my ex-wife, Hera. 

I was immediately entranced, my mouth hanging open as my eyes followed her every move. Her beauty was unparalleled, even more stunning than I remembered. She glowed with an aura of happiness and confidence that had been missing for so long. 

She looked flawless, her appearance reminiscent of the early days of our marriage when she was the most beautiful goddess in any room.

Regret washed over me like a tidal wave. 

How could I have been so foolish?

Despite everything that had happened since our divorce, my love for her still lingered, stronger than ever. I glanced at Leto, my current wife, and wondered if she'd notice if I rekindled something with Hera tonight. 

After all, Leto wasn't like Hera—she wouldn't seek revenge, would she?

All I wanted was to hold Hera again, to make her mine, if only for tonight.