
24/02/2025
Chapter Two
Sheila sat at her vanity, her reflection staring back at her A woman stripped of everything but not defeated. She straightened her shoulders and reached for her laptop. If Jacob thought he could humiliate her and walk away unscathed, he had another thing coming.
Sheila pulled up her email, scanning the documents Andrew had sent over. Her name was clearly listed as the majority shareholder and CEO of Evergreen Designs, the company she had built from the ground up before marrying Jacob. She had foolishly handed over the day-to-day operations to him after their wedding, believing in their shared dream. Now, she was ready to reclaim what was hers.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Andrew:
“The board has been notified of the meeting. It’s set for tomorrow at 10 AM.”
Sheila replied with a curt “Thank you,” before closing her laptop.
The soft knock on her bedroom door startled her. She knew it wasn’t Jacob. He never came looking for her anymore. And if he does, he doesn't knock. He just barged in and it makes sense because he feels he owned the house. A house that's hers.
“Sheila?” came her mother-in-law’s voice.
Sheila’s jaw tightened. Mrs. Winfrey’s voice, never warm and welcoming, always dripped with condescension whenever she spoke.
“What do you want?” Sheila asked, keeping her tone cold as she opened the door just a crack. She's just tired. Tired of being hauled around and treated like trash.
Hers was just too much. She takes every chance to haul insults on insults on her. And now that she thinks it's finally time to leave, there's no point treating people like her with respect.
Mrs. Winfrey pushed past her into the room. “I came to talk some sense into you,” she said, folding her arms. “You’ve been moping around here, acting like some victim, when you should be supporting Elena. She's pregnant.”
“Supporting her?” Sheila repeated, her voice sharp. “First it was me supporting James and putting up with him.. the last time you talked to me about this, you slapped me.”
Mrs. Winfrey waved a dismissive hand. “Men make mistakes, Sheila. You’re his wife. It’s your duty to stand by him.”she scoffed. “Besides you couldn't give him a child, someone else did and all you do here is shift blames!”
Sheila laughed bitterly. “So it’s my duty to serve him and his mistress in my own home? To watch them flaunt their relationship in my face?”
“Stop being dramatic,” Mrs. Winfrey snapped. “You’re barren, Sheila. Jacob deserves a chance at happiness. Elena can give him what you can’t.”
The words cut deep, but Sheila refused to let them show. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes locking with Mrs. Winfrey’s.
“Let me make something clear,” Sheila said, her voice low and steady. “I may have been patient, even foolish, but I am done playing the role of the obedient wife. Jacob has taken everything from me. My dignity, my trust. What else does he want from me!”
Mrs. Winfrey frowned. “Leave.” she blurted, her hands on her waist. “Leave my son alone and his wife. What more could you do other than lazing around and squandering his money. You don't work, nothing, leave.”
“Leave?” Sheila asked, not surprised at all. “You want me to leave my house?”
“My son's house you wretched barren!” She gnawed at me, her eyes meeting mine. “I Know what you're doing, from the moment he bought you to us as a wife homeless, I knew you would be worthless just like everything else about you. Elena has a job, in fact she's planning on enlarging him more and making him wealthier, something you've never done before.”
I don't know why, but I feel like laughing. Elena is trying to make him rich?
I think it's high time I do a background check on her. “I understand. Elena is the almighty daughter of Rodriguez.” I smiled. I couldn't help but feel like something is missing.
I have never trusted her, not even for once.
But Jacob doesn't see anything wrong with her, so why should I worry?
“Exactly. Only her name will bring success to this family. You're nothing but a shadow that will always remain hidd…”
“Get out.” I blurted, tired of her bluff. I'm tired of everything and everyone. “Get out!”
“What?” She asked, startled. “You're asking me out of my son's house…”
“It's my room, at least for now.” Sheila replied, her eyes darkened. One that made Mrs Winfrey shocked. “Can you respect that and get the hell out.”
“I know you were only hiding who you truly are..”
“I won't ask again.” Sheila barked, walking to the door as she opened it. “Out.”
“You will not last a week in this house. I'll make sure of it.”
As Mrs. Winfrey stormed out, Sheila closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling deeply. For the first time in months, she felt a spark of power returning.
Why she had borne so much hatred from those she considered family made her feel so enraged.
“We will see who did last three days until shamelessly thrown out.”
…
The next morning, Sheila stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her tailored navy suit. She looked every inch the powerful woman she once was.
She didn't dress at all while leaving home, because she doesn't want Jacob to have a glimpse of what she had in mind.
Andrew greeted her at the entrance to the boardroom, his face a mixture of concern and admiration. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Positive,” Sheila replied. “Let’s go.”
Inside, the board members sat around the long table, murmuring amongst themselves. The moment she walked in, they all stood up to address her.
“Good morning Mrs Winfrey!”
She sat at the top of the table, her gaze returning to the once powerful woman she had always been.
“Seat.” She ordered, waving for Andrew to share the paperwork. “I'll let today slide since it's impromptu and you all aren't aware. Winfrey won't be my name anymore. You all know what I used to bear before Marriage.”
They nodded, slightly whispering amongst themselves. She let it slide.
“Well, I'm going to be taking up this position from today. I'm back as the CEO of Evergreen Organization.” The room was silent as the weight of her words sank in.
“You're firing your husband?” One of the men in the congregation asked, stating the shock and relief printed out on their faces.
“Technically, isn't that what it means, Mr Williams?”
“We have always rendered our complaints and I'm glad you finally heed to it.” Another man said, all happy.
“There's complains?” Sheila asked, raising her eyes.
“A lot.” Andrew chipped in. “We always sent it to your email but you never replied to any one of it.”
James.
He always takes her laptop, everything about the company, she lets him have it.
“We're going to have to bring Mr. Winfrey forward…”
“No.” Sheila said, cutting Mr. Williams off. “There's another meeting tomorrow, isn't it?” She asked and they all nodded. “Good. Let me handle it myself.”
Nothing would beat the look on his face while she broke the ice to him.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Sheila said, addressing the board. “I have a company to save.”
As she left the room, Sheila felt the smallest hint of satisfaction.
Andrew followed closely behind her.
“Get the papers ready and transfer every complaint, all to my email. Also book an appointment with Mr. Allison.”
“Yes ma'am.”
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Sheila stirred the pot of stew, the wooden spoon trembling slightly in her hand. The faint laughter coming from the living room sent waves of anger and humiliation through her. She gritted her teeth, determined to ignore it, but the sharp sound of Elena’s giggle cut through her resolve.