During the commotion inside the hall, Ferdinand took the rare opportunity to slip out without anyone noticing him escape.
Unbeknownst to him, someone was capturing him live on tape sneaking out like a thieving rat.
When he arrived outside the hall, he was stunned to see a crowd of journalists and an angry mob of fans waiting for him, with lots of camera lights flashing in his face making him squint.
"Mr Ferdinand, how long have you been sleeping with Miss Tina?"
"Mr Ferdinand, did you alter the result to favour your mistress?"
"Mr Ferdinand, who else have you been sleeping with?"
"Mr Ferdinand, did you know your wife will be coming today?"
"Mr Ferdinand, who else amongst the judges is part of your manipulative scheme?"
The numerous questions coming from every corner, with different journalist shoving their microphones in his face, forced Ferdinand to retreat.
He was about to turn around and head back into the hall to search another escape route when a lady's shoe heels struck him above his left eyebrow, missing his eyes by a whisker.
The sharp heel cut into his skin, causing blood to flow.
Ferdinand staggered backwards, cupping the bruised left eye while yelling at whoever threw the shoe, thinking it was one of the angry fans.
"Hey, watch it, you dimwit. You could have...." Ferdinand froze as he saw his wife charging towards him, with one of her high heel shoes, missing. "...honey."
"You miserable, bastard." Celestine shrieks, her voice laced with venom and hatred. "You think you can run away from me after what you did? You think you can leave after disgracing our family?"
All the journalists and fans surrounding the unfortunate man quickly shifted backwards to avoid getting hurt by the enraged tigress.
"Baby, please, let's not do this here in front of all this..."
Celestine didn't allow her husband to complete her statements as she pounced on him like a hungry leopard, pushing him to the ground and punching him in the face with all her might, while ripping his shirt off.
But luckily for her husband, the security guards around came quickly to his rescue, pulling his distraught wife away from him.
"What does she have that I don't have, huh Fred? Her enlarged silicone boobs and fake ass. Is that all?"
"Please, I made a mistake."
"A mistake! You call this a mistake?" Celestine cried bitterly struggling for the two security women holding her to let her go.
"I gave you everything. My youth, my life and my world. Is this what I get in return? You shamelessly suck another woman's vagina with the same mouth you used to kiss me and our kids. Is this how you choose to repay me for my faithfulness to you all these years? Is this what I get for all the hard work I've put into this marriage?"
A lot of young ladies, women and even a few men in the crowd were moved by Celestine's heartbreaking words.
While some of them wept alongside the broken wife, others threw all manners of objects at Ferdinand hurling curses at him.
But Ferdinand was unmoved by their insult. He didn't even care about his bruised face or his torn inner shirt, as he went down on his knees, begging his wife for mercy.
"Please honey, I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me."
"Don't you dare call me honey you miserable piece of shit?" Celestine chided bitterly, tears streaming down her reddened face.
"You promised me the last time that it wouldn't happen again. I trusted you. I told my mom she could trust you. I gave you a chance to change your ways. How could you do this to me? How could you do this to our kids? Is it because she's young and pretty? Am I that old and ugly?"
"No baby. She means nothing to me. She's just a fling. A dirty little fling and nothing more. Please, I love you so much."
"Eww..." Someone cried from the crowd
"....and I'll do anything to make this right," Ferdinand concluded hoping this would melt his wife's heart like before.
"I hate you." Celestine spat out while struggling to be set free. "I hate you so much. And I'm done listening to you."
"Celestine..." Ferdinand's pounding heart was threatening to leap out of his chest as his wife angrily removed her wedding ring from her finger. "Celestine please, don't do this."
"It's over." Celestine threw her wedding ring at her husband's face, earning her a lot of cheering and clapping from the onlookers gathered around.
"Baby please." Ferdinand picked up the ring crawling on his knees towards her. But he got attacked again as Celestine aimed to kick him in the groin but missed.
"Go back to your wretched mistress, you worthless scumbag. I'm done cleaning up after you." Celestine spat out. "You will hear from my lawyer."
With those final words, she stormed away from the crowd to the awaiting limousine that brought her to the venue.
Back at an undisclosed location, Tina was looking completely miserable. She had changed into a loose-fitting male denim trouser and a creamy cardigan, with different treated scratch marks on her bruised face.
She was seated on a double couch in a moderately furnished living room belonging to one of the security guards at the event centre, who was currently hiding her in his apartment away from public view.
Scrolling through her phone, Tina couldn't stop her tears from falling. Just like she earlier craved, she was now trending all over social media, but for the wrong reasons.
More videos of her intimate and forbidden sections with some directors, movie producers, and attractive male colleagues, most of whom were married, were all over the Internet, with millions of viewers and comments.
This increased the number of disgruntled housewives who wanted a piece of her flesh.
Bloggers and critics didn't fail in escalating the issues by making caricatures of her entire career as if it was built on how wits rather than her pure talent.
The majority of the movie companies and producers who initially wanted to partner with her, sent her emails, concealing their initial proposition while blacklisting her from future association.
And to make matters worse, neither her mother, father, brother or even her friends were willing to speak with her at the moment.