Novels by siennavale023

Abigail's POV I thought I was dead.Truly, utterly, completely dead.The moment my eyes fluttered open, I half-expected to see angels, or maybe demons, depending on how my life had turned out. But instead of clouds or fire, I was staring at a blinding white ceiling, the hum of a machine filling the air beside me. My chest rose and fell slowly, unsteady, and painfully.Pain.I could feel pain.That didn’t make sense. Dead people weren’t supposed to feel pain, right?I blinked twice, then again, my vision swimming before the brightness sharpened into clarity. I tried to sit up, but the sharp, searing ache in my leg stopped me. My breath caught, and I sank back down, staring at my trembling hands.They were bandaged. My right wrist had an IV drip. My lips were cracked. Everything hurts.A voice came from somewhere nearby and made me flinch.“Can you hear me?”My eyes darted toward the sound. A man in a white coat stood beside me, holding a clipboard, his gaze calm but concerned. I jerke

Alexander's POVI was angry.Angry and frustrated; in fact, I felt down right enraged.There was no reason for my mood and I knew that so well. If anything, I should be feeling so pleased as hell; after all, I had gotten what I wanted, and I'd wanted Abigail out of my life for a long time. I never wanted her, never chose her! It has always been Sophia.The glass shattered against the floor before I even realized I’d thrown it.Brandy splattered across the carpet, mixing with the remains of the broken picture frame and shards of glass.I sank onto the couch, the half-empty bottle of brandy still clutched in my hand. The fire from it stung my throat as I took another gulp, the burn not nearly enough to drown the gnawing ache in my chest.My gaze fell to the coffee table where the divorce papers lay with her signature bold at the bottom of the page. Still, I didn’t reach for my pen right away. I just sat there, the tick of the clock growing louder, my pulse throbbing behind my eyes.“Si

Abigail'S POVI let out a shaky laugh that sounded nothing like me. “This is ridiculous.” Alexander couldn’t want a divorce. I hadn’t done anything. I’d never cheated, never disobeyed, never even raised my voice at him. For three years, I’d been his silent, loyal, desperate wife. I’d endured everything. He was the one who hurt me. Not the other way around.There must be an explanation for all of this, I thought to myself as I stormed into his bedroom, my pulse hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The pregnancy test report was crumpled in my sweaty palm. But the moment I stepped into the living room, the air turned razor-sharp.“Alexander, you’re thirty-three,” My mother-in-law's voice came from Alex's inner office. “Three years of marriage and no child to show for it. I mean the initial plan was for her to give birth and then file for a divorce, but now that the divorce is already here maybe you could consider a surrogate. Any child with Whitford blood will do.”I froze

ABIGAIL“Help!”The word scraped my throat as I held my stomach. My knees buckled beneath me as pain ripped through my abdomen. The pain was almost unbearable as the world tilted, and I felt the floor meeting my cheek, my breath caught in my chest. My sweaty palms pressed against the cold marble tiles. I could barely breathe, every nerve in my stomach twisting like a thousand knives digging into me.Before I could even try to cry out again, a voice cut through the fog of pain.“Get up this instant, you shameless woman! Don’t you dare stain my precious floor!”I flinched at the words. My mother-in-law’s heels clicked angrily against the tiles as she advanced toward me, her perfume heavy, her disgust even heavier.“This floor costs more than you and your entire miserable family put together,” she sneered, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. “You can’t even do the one thing women are supposed to do, yet you lie there acting like some helpless thing. Pathetic!”Her words were hurtf