Revenge Was Her Final Vow

Chapter One 

Diana Point of view 

Obsessed 

My lovely husband came down the staircase to meet me in the kitchen and kissed me softly on my cheeks. 

I smiled, a warm flutter settling in my chest, because I truly had been more than blessed to have him in my life.

"Good morning, babe," he said, grinning from ear to ear, the kind of grin that made my heart skip a beat every time.

"Good morning, honey," I replied, my focus glued to the pancakes I was flipping carefully, not wanting to burn them.

"How was your night?" he asked, reaching into the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

"I slept well," I answered, sitting down the last piece of pancake on the plate, trying to sound casual though a small smile tugged at my lips.

He sat down across from me and started devouring the food I had prepared, my early morning efforts after staying up all night helping him draft and organize his business proposals finally coming to fruition.

"Well done, honey. I see you've been working really hard on this project all week," he said, a note of genuine admiration in his voice.

"I don't see it as anything much. Honestly, I love being by your side through it all," I replied, brushing off my contribution though pride stirred faintly in my chest.

"Once I get this deal," he said, looking up from the documents with that twinkle in his eyes, "I promise, I will take you on a vacation-to any country of your choice."

My heart melted. Was he serious this time?

I smiled, thinking about all the late nights, the paperwork, the hours spent trying to make his projects perfect. That's what I loved about him. I didn't mind pouring every ounce of my energy, skill, and patience into making sure his business flourished.

I had been married to him for five years, and though I had stopped my own career to focus entirely on his, he had never failed to show his appreciation with kind words and little gestures of affection. The promise of a trip made my excitement bubble up uncontrollably.

"Oh...I can't wait to experience such a wonderful trip with you," I said, my voice laced with genuine delight.

He kept flipping through the files, reviewing the proposals. A few minutes later, he paused and smiled, clearly impressed with my work.

"I will be going now. We have a team meeting in a few minutes," he announced.

I rushed forward and hugged him tightly.

"Good luck, babe," I whispered.

He hugged me back, lingering a moment longer before walking out the door and heading to his BMW.

I returned to the kitchen, carefully packing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. After that, I swept the floors and started the laundry, keeping the mansion immaculate.

Even though David's business had made him a multi-millionaire, he had chosen not to hire a maid. His reason? He didn't want me to grow lazy