**Twilight Carves Destinies by George Orwell**
**Chapter 9**
Victoria stood before me, her face a swollen mess of shock and disbelief, her hands instinctively rising to shield her features.
“You…” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a mix of fear and defiance.
Before she could utter another word, I struck her again, the sound echoing through the sterile hospital room like a thunderclap. “Have you said enough? You’re the one who brought those auction people into our lives, aren’t you? As a woman, how could you betray your own kind like this?”
Her laughter rang out, smug and arrogant, slicing through the tension in the air. “Not all women are the same, Stella. I wanted to see you humiliated, to watch Ethan toss you aside like yesterday’s trash!”
When I had first stumbled upon her collection of intimate photographs, a pang of envy had twisted in my gut. My husband of five years wouldn’t even take a single candid shot of me, yet he was ready to abandon every principle he held dear for her.
But as I stood there, the realization washed over me like a cleansing wave: once I had stopped caring about Ethan, the allure of those photos faded into insignificance.
In fact, I felt a strange sense of gratitude for having unmasked his true, ugly nature sooner rather than later.
Drawing in a deep breath, I steadied my resolve. “Well, now you’ve gotten your wish fulfilled. I’m going to file for divorce from Ethan and hand you the title of Mrs. Rivers.”
Victoria’s eyes widened, a flicker of genuine surprise flashing across her features, quickly followed by a barely restrained glee. “Really?” she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.
I nodded, my gaze shifting toward Ryan, who was approaching with purposeful strides. “I need you to assist me with one more thing—sue her,” I instructed, my tone leaving no room for argument.
Instantly, the color drained from Victoria’s face, leaving her looking like a ghost. “What are you trying to do? Why would you sue me? Are you out of your mind?”
Using a woman’s dignity and privacy as weapons for revenge—she had crossed a line that stripped her of her humanity.
Such filth deserved to be discarded.
Ryan nodded, his demeanor calm and collected. “The evidence is irrefutable. This minor issue won’t require much effort on our part.”

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