CHAPTER THREE.

Alyssa

I stood in my huge walk in closet brushing through my pretty dresses and customized clothings before settling for a plain black pair of jeans and a simple black top and I pulled a big gray hoodie over it.

I looked at myself in the mirror my face was pale and eyes were still a little red and puffy from all the crying.

I walked down the big curved staircase of my house the workers in the house, the maid and the cook, they looked up at me with surprise.

Yeah!

They havent seen for seven years now. They were used to my absense.

"Good morning Mss White," they said their voices quiet and careful.

I just gave them a small nod not say anything.

I walked straight to the front door and opened it.

Marcus was waiting outside.

There was a whole line of black cars a big convoy with serious-looking guards standing beside them.

It was like a parade.

I looked at Marcus. "Where are we going with so many cars?" I asked my voice flat. "I want a single car nothing to drag attention. At least not yet."

Marcus frowned. "I’ve watched you do as you want for years and now that—."

I shook my head. "No not today, Just one car…Please."

He tried to argue again. "But—"

I cut him off my voice was still quiet but it was firm. "Marcus one car."

He looked at my face seeing the new hardness in my eyes.

He sighed a big heavy sigh and waved his hand.

The guards nodded and got into the other cars and drove away leaving just one sleek black car.

We got into the back seat as Marcus handed me a folder that contained the divorce papers.

As the car started to move I opened the folder seeing Damon's handwriting all over the places where he had to sign.

His signature was on every page It was the same handwriting that used to write me love notes.

Now it was writing me out of his life.

My heart felt heavy like a stone was sitting on my chest as I took the pen Marcus offered me.

With a hand that shook only a little I signed my name on every line he wanted me to.

My life as Alyssa Hall, It was over.

Soon we got to the front of Damon's company building.

The building I helped him design, The building I spent so much on.

I opened the car door. "Stay here Marcus," I said. "Let me handle this."

He looked like he wanted to argue but he just nodded. "I will be right here."

I walked into the big shiny lobby.

My sneakers were quiet on the marble floor as I walked straight to the front desk where his secretary was sitting.

"I am here to see Damon," I said, my voice calm.

She gave me a sweet fake smile. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," I said. "But he will see me tell him it's Alyssa."

She shook her head still smiling. "I'm sorry ma'am without an appointment I can’t let you in. Mr. Johnson is a very busy man."

I felt a flicker of anger. "Please," I said trying to keep my cool. "Just call his office and tell him I'm here."

She was about to say no again when I heard a sound of his familiar voice, I turned my head.

The door to Damon's office opened and he walked out, lright beside him clutching his arm like she owned him was Rachel.

They were laughing about something.

My whole body froze.

It was like my feet were glued to the floor my heart that cold rock shattered into a million pieces all over again.

Just seeing them together here in this place that was supposed to be ours hurt more than I could ever explain.

Rachel saw me first.

Her smile turned into a nasty sneer. "Honey," she said her voice sharp. "What is that bitch doing here?"

Damon looked up.

His eyes met mine.

"Alyssa" he called out his voice cold. "What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that I never wanted to see your face again."

My eyes started to sting with hot tears I could feel my lips begin to quiver as I tried to be strong, I hated myself for being vulnerable in front of the man that had destroyed me.

"I... I came to give you these," I whispered, holding up the folder. "And to curse you, Damon, to curse you for making me lose my babies, our twins. You left me there to die you bastard… after everything"

He shrugged looking unbothered with no sign of remorse’s

Then Rachel laughed It was a cruel high-pitched sound. "You stupid woman," she said. "He never wanted to have babies with you anyway. That's why for years he made sure to exchange your vitamin pills with pills that stop you from getting pregnant!"

The air left my lungs.

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach as I gasped. "What... what are you talking about?"

Rachel smiled, looking proud of herself. "You are such a fool, Alyssa. For six years Damon and I have been together. He was only infatuated with you at the start but after he met me, he knew what real love meant. He was only with you because of your brains.. you were so smart to help him with his company, somehow every idea you gave seemed to work for him."

As she said all this I felt myself breaking.

Shattering.

So all this time... all those years I cried because I couldn't get pregnant... it was him.

He was the reason.

He was poisoning me and then he had the nerve to insult me in front of everyone to say I couldn't give him an heir.

Him and his parents they all knew.

They all laughed at me behind my back.

A rage like I have never felt before exploded inside me mixed with the hurt and the pain until I couldn't see straight.

"You monster!" I screamed, lunging at him.

I grabbed the collar of his suit clutching the fabric in my fists as I cried. "I hate you! I curse the day I met you! I regret every second I loved you! You are a devil!"

"Get away from him you crazy bitch!" Rachel yelled as she tried to pull me off of him.

I pushed her away from me not hard but she stumbled back.

Damon caught her his face turning bright red with anger.

"How dare you touch her! Are you crazy? Do you want to kill our baby” he yelled placing a hand on her bump. "Security! Security!" He called out

The guards in uniforms walked up to us grabbing my arms and pulling me away from Damon.

Rachel was holding her stomach now pretending to look scared. "She tried to kill my baby!" she cried her voice loud and dramatic.

"She tried to push me! Take her to jail! File a report for attempted murder of my baby!"

“Make sure she spends a year in jail…” Damon fires as the guards started to drag me away.

I didn't fight them.

I had no strength left.

The rage was gone and all that was left was a deep numb emptiness.

I let them pull me through the shiny lobby past the staring employees.

My heart was filled with so much pain, anger, and hurt that I couldn't even speak.

I just let them take me my head hanging down in shame.