Chapter 5: She's Swear...

"WHY NO?!"

Sarah's voice cracked as tears streamed down her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes red, filled with pain and despair.

She looked at Ronan, silently begging him to understand.

But instead of comforting her, Ronan shouted furiously, "Don't ask me why! Remember, you haven't even given me a son!"

Sarah froze. Those words pierced through her heart like a blade.

Ronan stepped closer, his tone sharper than before. "You disappointed my family five years ago. We were waiting for a male heir from your womb, but all you gave us was a daughter!"

"All I need is one thing, Sarah. A son to carry the Vexler name! You know that!"

Sarah dropped to her knees, her body trembling. She wrapped her arms around herself as if trying to protect the last piece of her dignity.

"If I divorce you now, you'll live alone and end up poor!" he spat coldly. "Don't forget, you were disowned by the Langford family because you married me! You chose this path, so they won’t ever help you again."

"Now you’re nothing, Sarah. Just a useless woman who keeps pitying herself and hiding behind her weak mental state!"

Sarah sobbed, her hands covering her tear-streaked face. But Ronan kept talking, every word striking her like a whip.

"You should be grateful that my family and I didn’t throw you out five years ago. We’ve been patient enough with a wife who lost her mind because of baby blues, who needed medication just to stay sane!"

He snorted, his tone dripping with disgust. "The entire Vexler family sees you as a crazy wife, Sarah. And I’ve been kind enough not to divorce you back then. If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be locked in a mental hospital by now!"

His words crashed over her like a storm.

Five years ago, after giving birth to Shenina, Sarah’s world slowly collapsed. Not because of the pain of childbirth, but because of a truth that hurt even more.

The day after giving birth became her personal hell.

Sarah was diagnosed with depression five years ago, right after Ronan told her he had never loved her.

The Vexler family didn’t welcome Shenina’s birth with joy. They were disappointed. A daughter was a disgrace to them—because not an heir.

Since that day, Sarah’s name became a whisper of mockery among relatives and high society. They called her a failed noblewoman, unfit to bear the Vexler name because she couldn’t give birth to a successor.

What hurt even more was that her own family—the Langfords, never came to visit her. They erased her existence from their lineage. All because of one decision to marry Ronan Vexler, a man without noble blood.

The Langfords called her stubborn, and now, six years later, they believed she was paying the price for her own choices.

Ronan looked at Sarah with disgust and exhaustion. His cold eyes made her feel like nothing more than filth beneath his feet.

"Look at yourself," he said slowly, his voice like poison.

Sarah, crying at the edge of the bed, flinched. Her hair was messy, her eyes swollen, and her wrinkled pajamas made her look fragile. But in Ronan’s eyes, her weakness was something repulsive, not pitiful.

"I bet," he continued mockingly, "no man in this world would ever want to pick you up in this condition. You’re pathetic, Sarah."

Sarah’s tears stopped. Her eyes turned hollow. Every word from Ronan’s mouth stabbed deeper into her chest.

Ronan sighed, clearly tired of her presence.

"Do you know what disgusts me the most?" he said again, "You always play the victim. You love to create drama."

"You’re a drama queen, Sarah. And I’m sick of you!”

Without another glance, Ronan turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Silence filled the air.

Sarah looked at her reflection in the mirror—a broken, fragile woman staring back.

But deep inside her swollen eyes, a faint spark began to burn—A resolve.

"I’ll remember every word you said, Ronan Vexler," she whispered hoarsely.

"One day, I swear, I’ll make you pay for everything you’ve done."