No Tears Left To Shed.

Scarlett’s POV

The cool, soft breeze that swept across the garden did nothing to ease the fire brewing inside me. The guests had started to troop out one after the other, but I took no notice of any of it.

The sting of betrayal from not just my in-laws, but my own family, blurred everything else out.

My chest ached so much it felt like the air had turned to glass, cutting me with every inhale.

Sienna’s voice cut through my thoughts.

Her tone carried that same arrogance I had always known, but now it was even more cruel and mocking.

“I can’t believe you really thought you could keep him forever, dear sister,” she said, stepping forward with one hand resting on her swollen belly as though it was a trophy.

She was now dressed in a soft silk dress that clung just enough to show the curve of her stomach—Collins’ child.

I couldn’t move. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, and for a second, I thought I might crumble to the floor. But I didn’t. I forced myself to stand, though every piece of me felt like it was shattering.

Sienna’s lips curved into a smirk. “I was generous enough to let you enjoy him for a few months. But now, it’s time I take what’s truly mine, Scarlett.”

Her words pierced through me like a blade. My vision blurred, and I blinked hard, refusing to let the tears fall in front of her.

Before I could speak, Collins came up behind her, his shirt hastily buttoned, his expression calm. He placed a hand on her waist, as if to remind me of his choice, as if I hadn’t already seen enough.

“Scarlett,” he said, his voice low and cold. His blue eyes held no emotion as they rested on me. “This farce has gone on long enough.”

He thrust a set of papers toward me.

For a heartbeat, I just stared at them and instantly realized what they were. Divorce papers. 

He had planned this. They both had.

I couldn’t believe that for a moment I thought maybe, just maybe, there was still something human in him. But he was a monster in human form.

He continued, his voice steady. This time, something that looked like a glint flashed in his eyes, but it wasn’t for me.

“With my parents’ approval, I can finally marry the woman I love. I don’t think I need you in my life anymore.”

The sting in my chest sharpened, but I refused to show it.

“Okay,” I said simply, forcing a smile.

If they wanted to see me broken, I would not give them the satisfaction.

Slowly, I reached out and took the papers from him. My hand trembled, but my face stayed still. I didn’t bother to read the words. What more could they take from me that they hadn’t already stolen?

“Sign the papers. Now!” Collins barked.

I didn’t flinch. 

Rather, I found a pen on the nearest table and signed my name. The letters blurred before my eyes, but I pressed on until it was done. Then, without hesitation, I flung the papers back at him.

“There,” I said, my voice calm though it trembled at the edges. “You’re free now. You can go ahead and marry her.”

Sienna’s laugh echoed through the hall.

“You hear that, Collins? She’s finally letting you go. I told you she would.” She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand still protectively covering her stomach. “He’s mine now, Scarlett. He always was. We are going to be a complete family.”

I looked at them, both of them, and for a moment, the pain was so deep my whole body burned with humiliation, rage, and something far greater than grief.

“I’m done with you, Collins. And all of you,” I said, her voice cold as I pointed at every person in the room.

I turned to leave, but paused at the door. My gaze swept over the people who betrayed me: my husband, my sister, my own family.

“Just leave already” Sienna scoffed.

“Enjoy your messed up relationship with Collins while it lasts,” I said, swallowing my grief. My voice didn’t shake this time. “Because one day, both of you will regret this moment.”

They stared at me. 

Collins frowned slightly while Sienna’s smirk faltered for just a second. But I didn’t wait for a reply.

“I’ll be back,” I said. “I don’t care how long it takes. Months. Years. But I’ll make sure every single one of you regrets what you did to me.”

Their gasps rippled through the garden. My grandmother stared at me with wide eyes but didn’t say a word.

With that, I turned and walked away, my heels clicking softly against the floor. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t give them the sight of me in tears.

The doors of the mansion opened before me, the cold night air biting at my skin, but I welcomed it. It reminded me I was still alive.

As I stepped into my car, I made a new resolve.

I wasn’t just walking away. One day, I would return. And when I did, every single person who had stood there and watched me fall would kneel before me in regret.