4. Misunderstanding

As she opened her eyes, she was met with contemptuous glares from the Anderson couple. Olivia was stunned, surveying her surroundings in surprise.

Her parents had come to visit her, but they were not alone. Mike and his parents were also present.

However, something felt amiss. Why were they regarding her with such disdain, as though she were a repulsive creature?

"Mom, Dad," Olivia muttered weakly, seeking connection. However, instead of a loving response, her father huffed and snorted.

Impatiently, he lashed out, his voice booming, "Ooh, I was growing impatient. It's good that you're finally awake. Tell us, Livia, did we raise you to become like this? Since when did you become a slut?"

The loudness of his outburst was deafening to Olivia's ears, leaving her momentarily stunned.

"Dad!" Olivia's voice snapped, despite the pain coursing through her body.

Weakness may have consumed her physical form, but her perception remained intact. She fully understood the weight and implications of the awful term thrown at her.

"Why would you say such a thing about me?" she inquired, a trace of unhappiness tainting her words.

Before anyone else could interject, Mike let out a sarcastic laugh. His smirk spoke volumes as he addressed Olivia's weakened state.

"Do you really believe your secrets could remain hidden forever? Did you think you were clever enough that I wouldn't uncover all the despicable acts you committed behind my back?" he taunted.

"Excuse me," Olivia frowned, mustering her strength to glare at him.

Mike continued, his voice laced with demeaning satisfaction as he threw stacks of photos in her direction.

Insult and humiliation surged through her, but she managed to reach for the nearest picture, her expression paling as her body trembled.

"What is this? Who would create such filth?" she yelled, her voice desperate for an explanation. However, her accusations were met with snorts and disdainful gazes.

"Oh, spare us the act; we already know all about your transgressions. You can see it for yourself. How could a pregnant, married woman engage in such an abominable act?" Mike's mother spat, thrusting an accusatory finger towards Olivia.

"How can anyone believe that Your deceased child is Mikes?" she questioned rudely.

"These are all photoshopped images. Mike is responsible for this. Trust me when I say they aren't true. And it was Mike who caused my miscarriage. Why are you all blaming me?

Olivia yelled, frustration lacing her voice.

"Be quiet, Livia. Nobody here is on your side," her mother snapped sharply.

"What do you mean? Do you honestly think that my son would stoop so low as to photoshop a picture of you with another man, both naked in bed? How shameless can you be?" Mike's father's voice pierced the room with a shrill tone.

Embarrassment overwhelmed Olivia as she glanced at her family. Mike had exceeded all bounds. How could he subject her to such degradation?

She had never intentionally hurt him before. She had always adhered to his rules. And yet, he had chosen to inflict this upon her.

"I'll be straightforward, Mr. Anderson. This marriage cannot continue. I refuse to let my son's promising future be tarnished by remaining tied to this shameless woman, please tell her it's time she signs the divorce papers."

Mike's mother uttered, producing files from her bag.

"I'll say it again: I am not a slut. Mike is the one who chases after women with voluptuous bodies. He is the one responsible for my miscarriage, and I swear, he will pay for it. So, don't you dare label me as a whore—"

Olivia began, only to be interrupted by a resounding slap landing upon her cheek.

Shock reverberated through her as she instinctively covered the burning mark. She turned to see her father glaring at her, his anger and fury palpable.

"Don't you have any shame?" he spat.

"You dare to confidently meet our eyes after engaging in relations with multiple men despite being married? And you dare to accuse Mike?

So what if he had affairs with other women? It wouldn't have happened if you had given him everything he desired. I never knew you were such a devil in a sheep clothes”

Olivia felt a profound sense of anger and humiliation. Why couldn't anyone comprehend her perspective? Why were they disregarding the loss of her innocent child?

Even her parents, who had always been understanding, seemed to have abandoned her at this moment.

Their lack of trust was disheartening. The sight of her father raising his hand, prepared to strike her, further intensified her despair.

Burning with a mix of anger and sorrow, Olivia locked her gaze onto Mike, her eyes red and brimming with unshed tears.

With a trembling hand, she removed the cap of the pen and reluctantly signed the divorce papers, her heart heavy with the weight of her shattered dreams.

Olivia's heart was instantly shattered the moment Mike and his parents left the ward, leaving just her and her parents, who were both gawking and glaring daggers at her.

Her mother looked utterly disappointed, and her father appeared engraved and somewhat disgraced.

Somehow, Olivia could understand why her mother was really mad and angry about this whole scenario. Her mother was a typical Christian, and such acts seemed like an abomination to her.

But why couldn't her mother trust her? Why didn't they believe she never did such a thing? Olivia was their daughter; they should know and understand her better than anyone else.

So why weren't they supporting her? Was there perhaps something she didn't know? Were her mother and father hiding something from her?

Just as Olivia was about to open her mouth to ask what was piling up in her heart, her father's angry voice resounded through the entire room.