Romances de Faithywrite

A dispatch rider dropped a divorce paper on my table the moment I opened my eyes. I was in a hospital room following Lincoln pushing me out of his room to protect Jenna after I had requested a divorce. I had wanted to attack her. To hurt her like she always claimed that I did. And in doing so, he had shoved me with enough force that I landed face-first on the staircase outside his room, my body rolling helplessly down the steps.“Miss Bella Hayes…” the doctor called as she walked in, just as the dispatch rider stepped out of the room.“Bella Dean,” I corrected quietly.I knew she would still mistake me for Lincoln’s wife. She had been the Hayes family doctor once. Slowly, I lowered my gaze back to the divorce papers in my hands, my fingers trembling as disbelief weighed heavily on my chest. I couldn’t believe that Lincoln had subjected me to such humiliation, to the disrespect of having a dispatch rider deliver divorce papers to me like I was nothing more than a stranger.I watched

I held the divorce papers I had prepared for Lincoln in my hands, standing still as I debated whether to dispose of them.Following what he had told me last night about us trying for a baby, I realized there was no need to keep something like divorce papers around anymore.I had always considered divorcing him during the course of our three-year marriage, but I never had the courage to go through with it. Two months ago, however, when Jenna returned to the country, and I began seeing how close the two of them had become, realizing that my husband was still in love with his ex, I had finally decided it was the perfect time to free myself from him.But after what he told me last night, I found it useless to proceed with that decision.I walked toward the trash can in my room, the papers trembling in my hands, and threw them inside.After that, I found myself wanting to go to Lincoln’s room.He had spoken in fragments the night before, revealing only a small part of what he intended. Now

“Bella is just an orphan with no influence or inheritance backing her up. She’s leeching off us. Father is already dead, and three years should be more than enough of Lincoln’s time spent fulfilling his last wishes!”The words were shouted harshly, forcing me to pause at the entrance of the door.I knew exactly who said that.The voice was far too familiar for me not to.After all, I had lived with them for five years. It was my mother-in-law. Lincoln’s mother.The same woman I had given one of my kidneys to when she was struggling with lupus nephritis.The hospital had searched for months and couldn’t find a matching blood type. I was the only match.She had been dying.And I had donated one of my kidneys to save her life, believing, foolishly, that it would prove my love and loyalty to Lincoln.But it proved nothing to any of them.After she recovered, I was told that my sacrifice was the bare minimum any daughter-in-law should do for her husband’s mother.“Come on, Father. Mother i

My fingers trembled around my purse as the announcer called out the names of the best employees of the year.It was my husband Lincoln’s company’s end-of-year party, yet he was nowhere beside me.Not that I had expected him to be anyway.No one in the company knew we were married. Our wedding had been done quietly because of his late grandfather.My parents, now deceased, had been family friends with the old man. After their death when I was still a teenager, he had taken me in and raised me. And when I turned twenty-one, he requested that Lincoln marry me.Three years ago, I had thought that was the happiest news of my life.Being engaged to Lincoln had felt like a miracle. I had been in love with him for as long as I could remember, secretly wishing upon stars, praying in silence, hoping that one day he would be mine.But despite being married to him for three years, he never truly was.He made sure I never forgot that he had only married me because his grandfather willed it. A trut