Divorced Dazzling and Desired novel Chapter 7

**Title: Raindrops Kissing Silent Streets – by Aadi Sharma**

**Chapter 7**

Kayla’s words dripped with an unmistakable air of superiority, each syllable laced with a smugness that was palpable. In the hushed corners of the office, whispers circulated like wildfire—everyone was aware that Adam had chosen only his new personal assistant to accompany him on his latest business venture. This was no mere friendly exchange; it was a calculated provocation.

Renee, maintaining a calm demeanor, allowed a smirk to dance across her lips. “Personal assistant? You mean the kind who sheds her clothes and slips right into bed with him?” The words rolled off her tongue with an effortless ease, as though she were discussing the weather rather than a deeply personal betrayal.

Kayla’s expression faltered for a moment, her smile freezing in place. A dark shadow flickered in her eyes as she hissed, “You—”

Yet, she quickly regained her composure, leaning in closer, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness. “Stop pretending you’re unaffected. If you genuinely didn’t care about Adam, you wouldn’t have that little injury on your forehead. What was it? A pathetic attempt to look vulnerable and win his sympathy?”

With a calculated step forward, Kayla lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, her breath brushing against Renee’s ear. “But here’s the truth: Adam doesn’t love you. I spent the entire week with him on that trip. You should have seen him; he was a powerhouse, making deals left and right. God, he looked so good. But honestly? He looked even better when he was on top of me.”

A wicked grin spread across Kayla’s face, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight as their faces hovered mere inches apart. In an instant, her expression shifted as her hand “slipped,” sending the steaming cup of tea crashing onto Renee’s hand.

Renee gasped, the scalding liquid igniting her skin, and instinctively shoved Kayla away. “Kayla!”

Kayla stumbled back, her balance faltering dramatically, and she crashed to the floor, the remnants of the hot tea splattering onto her own hand.

A loud wail erupted from her lips. “It hurts! Oh my God, it burns!”

Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she clutched her reddened hand, her sobs echoing through the hallway. “Ms. Whitley, how could you push me? I was just following orders. Adam asked me to accompany him on that trip.”

Just then, Adam’s furious voice sliced through the chaos. “Renee, stop it right now!”

Before she could even turn her head, he stormed over and roughly shoved her aside, rushing to Kayla’s side.

“Kayla, are you okay?” he asked, enveloping her in his arms, concern etched across his face.

Through her tears, Kayla shook her head, her voice trembling as she lifted her burned hand. “Please don’t blame Ms. Whitley. She didn’t mean it… Adam, please don’t be angry with her.”

The theatrics were almost laughable, a performance so exaggerated that it reeked of false innocence and crocodile tears.

Yet, Adam was oblivious to the charade. His attention was solely focused on Kayla, his face flushed with rage as he turned on Renee. “When did you become so vicious? Do you even understand how dangerous hot water can be? That could leave a scar for life!”

Renee stood frozen, the resignation letter clutched tightly in her burned hand. Although her fingers trembled from the sting, the pain felt distant, overshadowed by the storm brewing in front of her.

All she could see was Adam, his voice booming like thunder, a stark contrast to the gentle man who once held her with such tenderness. In that moment, he appeared more like a raging beast than the man who had once adored her.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind—when had she lost that version of him? When had she lost the man who once loved her as if she were the center of his universe?

Fatigue washed over her, a bone-deep weariness that drained her of the will to defend herself.

She gazed at him, her eyes shifting from shock to disappointment and finally settling into a quiet despair, leaving only an icy calm in their wake.

“I’m here to resign,” she declared, her voice soft and steady, devoid of any emotion.

But Adam was deaf to her words, his attention locked on Kayla’s burn, too consumed by anger to acknowledge anything else. He couldn’t comprehend how the woman he once loved could exhibit such cruelty.

“You don’t need to resign,” he snapped, his tone sharp. “A senior executive attacking another employee like this? My assistant will be sending out a company-wide notice soon. You’re fired.”

His eyes blazed with fury as he delivered the words, each one cutting like a knife.

Their intentions were good; most genuinely liked Renee, and witnessing her humiliation ignited their anger. But no one had dared intervene earlier. Adam had been too furious, and the risk to their jobs loomed large.

It was easy to voice support now, but none would be willing to put themselves on the line, not after witnessing how even Adam’s own wife could be dismissed so easily.

Renee steadied herself, forcing a faint smile onto her pale lips.

“I’m fine. Just focus on your work. I’m leaving,” she said softly, then turned away, not looking back.

She walked toward the elevator, the sharp clicks of her heels echoing against the floor, the resignation letter still clutched tightly in her hand. Without a second thought, she pressed the button for the elevator and casually tossed the letter into the trash.

She exited the office devoid of any belongings. On her way out, she paused at a nearby clinic to tend to her burn. Two blisters had formed on the back of her hand, each roughly the size of her thumb. They throbbed painfully, but no amount of stinging could compare to the ache in her heart.

By noon, the company had already circulated an internal notice, announcing that Renee had been terminated for misconduct.

The office buzzed with gossip. Rumors spread like wildfire about how Renee had allegedly poured boiling water on Adam’s new personal assistant. Compliments flowed in, many employees praising Adam’s fairness, admiring how he wasn’t afraid to dismiss even his own wife to maintain order.

Yet, not everyone was convinced. Many of her colleagues who knew Renee reached out with texts and voicemails, checking in to see if she was alright. She ignored them all.

When someone’s heart has given up, empty words and hollow sympathy lose all meaning.

After years of navigating the treacherous waters of the business world, Renee had learned enough about human nature to be wary. She had always believed that love was the one thing worth holding onto. But now, she recognized that the only people she could truly rely on were her best friend, her parents, and herself.

Renee was no longer the naive girl who cried over love. That chapter of her life had closed. Her sole focus now was preparing for the impending divorce.

With quiet determination, she began reaching out to her contacts, laying the groundwork to sell her twenty percent stake in Ascend Group.