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Isabel's POV.

Jason' eyes trailed to the floor, narrowing slightly as he noticed something near my feet. My heart practically jumped as I realized that he was about to see the pregnancy test kit.

Before he could bend down to take it, I dove for it, my hands slightly shaking from the entire tension. In my rush, the sharp edge of the test's packaging cut into my palm, drawing blood.

“isabel, you're bleeding,” Jason said as he stood up from his chair. He reached for my hand, but I jerked it away.

“Don't,” I snapped.

He forcefully gripped my hand, his eyes scrutinizing my palms as he inspected the part where the broken piece had cut.

“Let me get this disinfected and—” the words died on his lips as I pulled my hands from his hold.

“What are we?” I demanded, cutting him off before he could complete his statement.

His eyes narrowed, and his worried expression contorted into a grimace. In a cold deep tone, “What do you mean?” He asked, finally letting go of his hold on my hands.

"Jason,” I began, addressing him by his real name instead of ' baby, ' which he preferred. “You just said that your girlfriend has woken up from a coma. And I'm asking "what does that make us?”

My stomach churned as I waited for his response but I kept my composure. I needed to know what would become of our marriage since his ‘girlfriend'had woken up.

The mere thought of him referring to Lilly as his girlfriend even though I, his wife, was standing before him sent a sharp pain to my chest.

“What's wrong with you? Why did your mood change so suddenly?” he asked.

“Someone just woke up from a coma and instead of you to celebrate the good news with me, you are only concerned about your freedom?”

I held the test result tightly in my hand, the pain in my palm was nothing compared to the crushing ache in my chest. I didn't know what to say to his question, I didn't know how to bring myself to even produce any words.

Running his hands through his hair, “Well… it is obvious that we will divorce and go our separate ways. There's no need to rush things. Lilly will reclaim her rightful position as my wife.”

It was as if thunder had struck me as I watched the words flow out of his lips. My breath caught in my throat as his words replayed in my mind.

Go our separate ways? How was he able to say those words so effortlessly? Is he even aware of how much this marriage means to me?

“What? Did you just mention divorce?” I forced the word out of my throat as I exclaimed in shock. My knees wobble and all of a sudden, my upper body felt too heavy for my knees to carry.

Before I could bring myself to say another word, my legs shook, sending me tumbling to the floor.

Jason sighed heavily, “isabel, why are you overreacting?” His voice was too calm as he spoke those annoying words, “You knew this would happen eventually. What we had was always contractual.”

The air left my lungs as if he had slapped me. “Contractual?” I repeated, barely able to comprehend the harshness in his voice.

“The contract ended two years ago, Jason!” I yelled.

“So why?” I stared at him, begging for a reply that could make sense of the betrayal he was dishing out to me.

“Why did you make me stay here all this time if you knew you were going to end up divorcing me? Why did you let me believe we were something more? Was it all a lie?” I asked, barely holding in my tears at this point.

Jason turned away, his jaw tightening. For a brief moment, I thought I saw regret flash in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as I saw it.

“I thought we were having fun,” he said simply, as if the words meant nothing as if I meant nothing. “And I thought you understood.”

Fun. That was what this was to him? Two years of being husband and wife, if sharing our dreams and passion. Two years of what I had believed to be love—all reduced to nothing more than fun?

I opened my mouth to speak, to scream, to demand an explanation, but before I could, he added, “If it's money you want, I'll give it to you.”

The room tilted as his words repeated in my head. I stared at him, the tears I had been holding back streaming freely down my cheeks.

“Money?” I whispered, the word foreign and bitter on my tongue.

He nodded, his expression impassive. “Yes. I'll make sure you're taken care of. You don't have to worry about anything.”

Stumbling back a step, I gripped the counter for support as I felt so weak in the knees as if I could crash down to the floor anytime soon. I searched his face, hoping to find a shred of the man I thought I knew, the man I had sacrificed everything for.

Everything.

“Jason,” I choked out. “Do you even have an idea about the things I gave up for you? What I sacrificed to stay by your side?”

He didn't answer, and the silence cut deeper than any words could.

“A week ago,” I continued, “I turned down a fully funded scholarship to study abroad. Do you hear me? A scholarship. It was my chance to secure a future for myself, to finally make something of my life. And I rejected it—because of you.”

His gaze flickered for a moment, but he quickly masked it with indifference.

“I thought,” I said, “that we had a future together. I thought we were building something real. But you... you let me throw my dreams away for nothing.”

Jason crossed his arms, his face as unreadable as stone. “You didn't have to do that, Isabel. I never asked you to sacrifice anything.”

His words hit me like a physical blow. I clutched my chest, trying to steady my breathing. “You didn't *ask*, but you knew! You knew what it meant for me to stay with you, and you let me. You let me believe we had something worth holding on to.”

For the first time, his expression faltered, but it wasn't guilt I saw—it was irritation.

“Why are you acting like this?” he asked, his tone clipped. “I told you from the beginning what this was. If you chose to stay, that was on you. Don't put this on me.”

I gasped at him, I couldn't believe what he was saying. I was so stunned by the coldness in his voice, the utter lack of remorse causing my heart to shatter into shards of glass.

“I can't believe this,” I whispered, shaking my head. “After everything we've been through, after everything I've done for you, is this how you see me now? As someone who's just… disposable?”

His jaw tightened, and he looked away. “isabel, let's not make this more dramatic than it needs to be. If it's about money—”

“Stop!” I cut him off, my voice rising as anger and heartbreak warred within me. “Do you think this is about money? Do you think that's all I care about?”

He said nothing, his silence speaking louder than any words could.

My fresh tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. The pregnancy test was still held tightly in my hand, its truth burning like a brand against my skin.

The man, who I had loved with every part of my being, who I had believed would stand by me no matter what was now a stranger to me. Cold. Detached. Unrecognizable.

I wanted to yell at him, to reveal the truth about the life growing inside me. But as I stared at him, his indifference etched across his face, I realized I couldn't.

How could I tell him now? How could I trust him to care about a life we had created together when he couldn't even see the life we had shared?

The pain in my chest was so much like a jabbing pain that left me breathless. I turned away, unable to look at him any longer.

“Jason,” I whispered, “you've said enough.”

He didn't say anything, and I didn't wait for him to. The truth was clear: the man I had loved, the man I had sacrificed everything for, wasn't who I thought he was.

And no amount of tears or pleading was going to change that.