TAMINO 5

‎‎“Why did you do this to me?! You are so heartless, Galvino! You are so cruel for hurting me like this!”

‎Tamara’s hands were shaking with rage. She approached Galvin and repeatedly pounded her fists against his chest while tears streamed relentlessly from her eyes.

‎Galvin stared coldly at his wife. For the first time, he saw her losing control in anger, and he just let her do whatever she wanted. At that moment, Galvin realized just how deeply wounded Tamara truly was.

‎“Stop it, Tamara! Stop!” Galvin snapped, but Tamara refused to back down. “Don't act like this fucking loveless marriage wasn't arranged by our families! This is what my grandparents wanted, not mine! I agreed to marry you, yes! But that doesn't mean I love you!”

‎Galvin only married Tamara because it was the dying wish of his late grandparents. It was the only way for him to inherit everything the old folks had left behind.

‎“In case you forget, we had an agreement, Tamara! And that damn agreement of ours has long been over, yet you're still here!”

‎Galvin swept aside a flower vase containing fresh white tulips. The shattering of the vase created a loud crash, and the flying shards struck Tamara's thigh, leaving a cut.

‎Tamara froze. Her thigh went numb, and when she looked down, she saw blood trickling down her smooth, fair knee.

‎Tears streamed down Tamara's cheeks as she raised her gaze to Galvin. He was looking at her wound, but when his eyes met her face, she didn't see even a shred of guilt. Instead, his face darkened even more with anger toward her.

‎Tamara suddenly thought back to their agreement. Before they got married, Galvin had explicitly told her that he loved someone else and that he would never be able to love her because she couldn't hold a candle to the woman he adored.

‎And she never imagined that Maris Keenly was the woman he loved.

‎Back then, Tamara had signed a contract stating that their marriage would remain a secret and would only last for two years, after which they would get a divorce. Tamara had hoped that within those two years, Galvin would eventually learn to love her and return her affection. She obeyed his every whim to stay at home, faithfully fulfilling her duties as a wife—whether it was housework or in bed. She did everything just to get Galvin's attention, but he never once showed her any real affection, only coming home whenever he wanted to use her body.

‎When the designated time for their separation arrived, destiny intervened because Baby Gavin was already in Tamara’s womb—the heir of the Lorenzos!

‎From the very beginning, Galvin's treatment of her had been cold. He had numerous women and openly paraded various mistresses at the social gatherings he attended, while she was left rotting in his mansion, only to be visited whenever he felt like it. She only ever felt like a wife whenever he came home and relentlessly used her body.

‎Tamara had thought that the arrival of their child would change Galvin and stop his womanizing ways. She hoped his attention would finally shift to her, giving them time to bond as parents because they were having a baby, and they could finally say they were a real family!

‎But no! Galvin's intense hatred toward her only amplified because he accused her of intentionally getting pregnant just to keep them tied to each other for life.

‎“You love me, right? You love me and you're so desperate to stop our divorce, which is why you got yourself pregnant! Do you think I'm an idiot not to know how crazy you are about me? Tch! I'm telling you, Tamara, you will carry nothing but my name—nothing but my name!” Galvin’s words slapping her with the harsh reality.

‎Tamara's eyes had widened upon hearing that from her husband. She could never say it to him face-to-face out of fear of rejection, but her actions and how she took care of him clearly showed her love.

‎“Yes! I love you, Galvino! I love you so much, which is why I endured you for three years! Even though I knew you would never learn to love me!” Tamara clenched her fists. “I did nothing but be a good and faithful wife to you, while you?! Not once you didn't manage to be a faithful husband to me! You hurt me over and over again, without even a shred of respect! You made a fool out of me repeatedly, and do you honestly think I will just let you keep doing this to me?” she uttered, her voice laced with deep resentment.

‎To him, she was just a desperate woman begging for love and using their child just to be loved...

‎But she wasn't like that! She loved her son and never once thought of using him to gain the affection she desired. She loved Galvin, but her love for him had now turned into anger, pain, and deep animosity—the woman he loved was pregnant!

‎She wasn't selfish, so she wouldn't deny Galvin his freedom. She wanted him to be happy with the woman he loved and their future child.

‎Tamara wiped the tears running down her cheeks and courageously met Galvin's cold gaze.

“Let's get a divorce, Galvino...”

‎Those words left Tamara's mouth—something she never even envisioned in her dreams that she would be the one to ask of her husband.

‎A look of intense shock registered on Galvin's face. Was he hearing this right? Tamara herself was asking for a divorce?

‎Galvin chuckled in disbelief. “Do you even hear what you're saying, Tamara?”

‎She loved him far too much to ever break up with him. What on earth possessed her to divorce him, especially now that they had a son?

‎“Aren't you the one who has been itching to leave me since way back when? Well, I am giving it to you now! Let's get a divorce!”

‎Galvin placed his hands on his hips and stared intently at his wife. He was amazed by his wife's sudden bravery and how she spoke to him so loudly.

‎“You know what? Goddammit! You're just hungry! Go eat downstairs so you can snap out of your delusions!” Galvin pointed toward the door.

‎Tamara's lips parted slightly because she wasn't foolish; she knew Galvin simply thought she was speaking out of anger.

‎Tamara shook her head, a sign that she wasn't joking. She was about to step out of the room when the door suddenly swung open.

‎Standing before them was a breathtakingly beautiful woman wearing a red dress, her makeup perfectly complementing her face.

Tamara's eyes dropped to the woman's prominent belly, and it was only then that she realized the woman standing in front of her was Maris Keenly!

‎It felt as though something was lodged in Tamara's throat upon seeing the woman her husband loved right inside their marital home.

‎She thought Galvin had come home to explain himself and make amends, but no! He had come to the mansion to bring home his pregnant mistress!

‎Galvin's brows furrowed when he saw Maris coming upstairs. He glanced at Tamara, who was staring at Maris expressionlessly.

‎“Hi!” Her sophisticated, high-pitched voice broke the silence. “Ino, I got tired of waiting for you downstairs. So I came up; I want to rest... Where is your room?” She pouted while rubbing her round belly.

‎Galvin approached her and cupped her face. “Hey! Why did you come up by yourself? What if you tripped, huh?”

‎Smiling, Maris stroked Galvin's arm. “Daddy is being way too overprotective. I'm fine, but...”

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“But what?” A tone of worry was evident in Galvin's voice.

‎“Baby and I are hungry. We want pizza!” She took Galvin's hand and intertwined their fingers.

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“Oh. Is that all? Come on, I know a pizza house nearby.” Smiling, Galvin kissed the back of her hand.

‎Galvin guided the woman downstairs, but before they left, Maris cast a glance at Tamara. Her eyes held pure disdain and open mockery, as if Maris also wanted to make it clear that she was the one Galvin loved.

‎The moment the two vanished from her sight, Tamara's tears fell in quick succession, and it felt as though a dagger was ripping her heart to pieces.

‎The Galvin she just saw was entirely different; he was incredibly sweet and attentive toward Maris, looking overjoyed to be a father. Yet when she was pregnant with baby Gavin, he couldn't even bother to care for her. During her delivery, Galvino Lorenzo was nowhere to be found, and he didn't even bother to visit her and baby Gavin at the hospital.

‎“You have my word, Galvino...” she uttered with teary eyes.

‎She was in her right mind, and for her, this was the right thing to do rather than fighting for her and Gavin's rights, only for the two of them to end up heartbroken in the end.

‎If Galvin couldn't even respect her as his wife, he was even more incapable of loving her son! He never wanted baby Gavin's existing and see the baby as nothing but an obstacle to their separation.

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