Heart of Pains

Chapter Forty-six

Hannah's POV

I'd been busy lately, and it felt like I was neglecting my darling husband. Monica refused to talk, so there was still much I needed to explain. But that would have to wait until she decided to cooperate. In the meantime, my men continued to watch her, and a tracking device had been implanted in her arm without her knowledge.

Today, I found myself in front of Damien's office. I had just come out of the elevator and pushed open the door without knocking. What I walked in on, however, was a sight that nearly made my blood boil.

To my horror, there was a woman straddling my husband and kissing his chest. My initial reaction was to yell, announcing my presence, and confront them both, but I didn't do that. I wanted to see if there was a valid and logical explanation for this.

"What the fuck?!" I said, making my presence known.

They both jumped in fright, but when Damien caught sight of me, he smirked cruelly, his golden eyes glinting evilly.

"I'm so fucking tired of your sick lifestyle, and I want a divorce. I don't love you anymore, Hannah," he said, his voice sounding off as he looked at the woman smirking down at him. "I want to get married to her."

I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But on second thought, his voice did not sound quite right. It sounded like he was being told to say those things.

I walked over to the woman next to my husband, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her face onto the table. She screamed in pain and tried to protest, but was silenced when I extended a claw from my pinky and sank it into her neck.

"Be grateful it's just one," I hissed in anger, watching her slump to the floor.

Damien shook his head, his glazed eyes now clearing, and he gave me an apologetic look. He honestly looked like he wanted to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Hannah. I didn't mean any of that," he stammered nervously, refusing to look me in the eye.

"Did she kiss you?" I demanded.

"Yes, she did. And she said I should say those things to you," he replied hesitantly, still avoiding my intense gaze.

I clutched my fist and growled loudly, I was furious. How had this woman known I was coming?

"Did she threaten you?"

Damien nodded, fear evident in his eyes.

"I see," I said, trying to control my anger. "Well, let's handle this situation."

But just as I spoke, something whizzed past us. Damien reacted swiftly, turning to shield me. The woman who had been on the floor had transformed, her wings and claws outstretched. Her face looked as if it had been burnt by fire, twisted into a horrifying mask.

She tried to claw at me, but I was prepared and dodged her attack. Unfortunately, her wings flung me into a wall.

"You know you look like you were killed in a fire," I taunted, trying to keep her attention away from Damien. "And damn, your face could give kids nightmares for life."

Enraged, she rushed at me again, but this time, I allowed her to hit me into the wall. Little did she know that I was a demon who drew power from darkness. The more she attacked, the stronger I became.

Damien watched the rapidly-escalating fight with wide, horrified eyes.

"Are you okay, honey?" he gasped, looking at me in worry.

His voice caught her attention, and she flew toward him. She then grabbed his neck and was prepared to take off with him as I watched. Her touching him was all it took for me to transform into my demon form and launch myself at her, clawing at her to dislodge her grip.