Chapter 002

Damien didn't even notice I just got in until Jane pulled away from the kiss and smirked at me. 

It wasn't their first time doing this in our home, but even when we just laid Grandpa Walton to rest? 

Someone who loved us so much and even loved him more than the rest of his Grandsons.

My stomach churned upset. He couldn't be more disgusting than this.

And for the first time since we got married, I felt deeply disappointed in Damien—he could see it clearly in my eyes. 

I saw his gaze dropped a bit but he composed himself immediately. 

Then he walked up to me, his eyes dropping on my face. 

While I looked up at him, my heart hammered in my chest. 

This was the man I had loved my whole life but he never reciprocated or respected me for once. 

“Jane wants to stay here for some days.” his voice echoed and it felt as though he had just slashed through my heart with a blade. 

My fist tightened and my leg wobbled. 

I looked into his eyes, even though my whole being was shaking. 

“This is my matrimonial home and I wouldn't have it shared with anybody. I already shared you with her.” I muttered, and I could see his eyes grow colder. 

I shivered under his gaze, but I’ve had enough of his disrespect now. 

I wouldn't take it anymore, I wouldn't stay back and watch some shameless mistress take everything from me. 

“It’s my house and only I give the order here.” his cold voice sounded. 

“She wouldn't stay here with me and that's final,” I muttered, my voice deep and filled with all the pain I had been holding. 

He was quiet, then I turned around to leave.

Just then, I felt someone grab my arm, I turned around to meet Jane's cunning face, her eyes streamed with tears. 

“I’m so sorry Hazel. I know I've done a lot that you've misunderstood. I'm not getting in between you and Damien. And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel that way. It's just that I love Damien so much just as he loves me too. And sometimes we tend to make mistakes, like the way you met us here. I'm not here to ruin your marriage Hazel, please just let me stay.” she grumbled.

“I would be gone in a few days. I can't afford to stay away from Damien now that he has just lost his Grandfather. And I don't want him to be away from you for such a long time either. Please let me stay.” 

Jane continued spewing nonstop. One would think she cared so much about me, but she just wanted to show me how she had Damien to herself—how Damien listened to her and not me, his wife.

I wondered how she was able to say all these things to me without any feeling remorse. 

I was the wife, yet felt like the mistress in my home. 

“Hazel please. Let me stay.  You even married him, but I didn't. Please just let me stay with him for a few days in his home.” she added and I scoffed. 

I seethed with anger. The guts. 

She had completely crossed all boundaries. My fist balled tighter as I seethed with so much anger. 

“She’s begging you Hazel, don't be so heartless,” Damien said and I scoffed even more. 

“She doesn't have to beg you to stay in my home but she’s doing it for peace, let her stay.” He added.

I clenched my teeth tighter. My heart crushing in my chest. 

Without uttering any more words, I turned around and walked off to my room. 

As soon as I got to my room, my eyes blurred and in a split second, I fell and was welcomed into darkness. 

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A few minutes later, I woke up on the floor, my head aching and a deep pain in my lower abdomen.

I staggered up.

Sighing, I put some clothes on my body, ready to visit the hospital. 

I didn't know what was happening to me. It was best I see my doctor. 

I came out to meet the two soul mates on the couch. 

I didn't look at them, or else I feel another fresh pain in my chest, even though I already had a lump in my throat. 

I made to open the door and just then I heard Damien’s voice. “Where are you going?” he muttered and I turned around.

Jane was lying softly in his arms, watching the TV while he caressed her hair as if she were the most delicate thing he ever had in his life. 

The pain I had been trying to avoid, overwhelmed my soul without holding back, I clenched my teeth harder. 

While I fainted in my room and almost died, Damien was here with his mistress relishing in each other’s arms. 

“Am I not asking you a question!” he voiced coldly, jolting me from my several thoughts.  

I cleared my throat, holding back my tears.  

“I need to visit the hospital,” I muttered and he rolled his eyes. 

I scoffed. A man I called my husband just rolled his eyes at me for telling him I could be sick. 

“Quit this game, Hazel. We've grown past these, you don't need to do this to get my attention,” he muttered, then scoffed. 

I tightened my fist “I’m not doing anything to get your attention. I just need to see a doctor. I'm not feeling too well.” I muttered and Jane raised her head where she lay peacefully on my husband's lap.

“Hazel please don't play any game to stress Damien. I'll be gone soon. I'm sorry for coming into your space.” she added again, her voice soft and sweet, the one she always put on to pull my husband into her deceit. 

I felt like sending a slap across her face, but I was sure Damien would beat me to death if I dared try that with his mistress. 

Without saying anything, I opened the door and darted off from the building. 

I got into my car—the one grandpa had gotten for me years back as my birthday gift. I brought the engine alive and drove away. 

While inside the car, I couldn't stop thinking about what I could've done to Damien to hate me so much. 

He doesn't even care about my feelings. 

He knew how much I loved him yet he always brought his mistress to the house, to break me into pieces. 

What does she have that I lack so much? I began to question myself. 

I was very beautiful, had long hair, and a fine shape, even finer than his mistress. Why couldn't he choose me?

Was it because I wasn't working like her? But I graduated from a design institute. I was outrageously good in that aspect but he refused to let me work for his company or any other even when Grandpa had cautioned him to let me work. 

Tears I didn't know I had in my eyes dropped down my face. 

I cleaned it up with the back of my palm as I kept driving. 

A few minutes later, I arrived at the hospital. 

I drove into the parking lot and came out, ready to see the doctor.