Shattered Hopes
Amanda's POV
"Ryan, what are you talking about? Did I hear you right? You got my sister pregnant?" I asked in utter disbelief.
"When you say it like that, you make me seem like a bad person. Amanda these three years with you have been my worst years, you don't how annoying it had been coming back home everyday to face you. Selene was everything to me, she comforted me everytime, something you could never do."
"You didn't tell me you have problems, Ryan we barely talked, how was i to know there was a problem?"
"You were the problem, Amanda you've always been the problem and right now, I've found someone I want to continue my journey, ours ends here, my lawyer will contact you regarding the divorce proceedings."
Everything didn't make sense, they've been having an affair behind my back the whole time? My husband and my sister, the more I thought about it, the more it broke my heart.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Long enough to result in a pregnancy and an engagement, I'm honestly tired of you two bickering, just settle whatever it is please and let whoever is to leave, leave already." My sister said covering her ears.
"And you." I said turning to her "how could you betray your own sister like this? I came back home everyday seeking for advice on how to make my home better, you sat there listening, the whole time you were having an affair with my husband. Selene I am your sister for Goodness sake, this isn't right." I yelled at her as tears streamed down my face.
"Well, it has already happened and I'm not sorry."
"Leave Selene out of this, it's between you and I, Amanda don't make this difficult, I'm done answering your questions, my decision has already been made, you have to move out so she can come in."
He sounded like a child, like someone who was controlled, I feared for him because with each word, it seemed like the world had gone mad.
"But I'm pregnant with your child, Ryan, I'm carrying your child, you can't possibly throw me out of the house in this condition."
He looked at me and burst into a fit of laughter, I watched him until he was done, he moved closer to me.
"Do you think I'm stupid? 3 years of marriage and you couldn't even carry a child to a complete term, when I decide to send your unproductive self out and move someone else in, you're suddenly claiming to be pregnant. Do I look like a kid to you Amanda?" He asked poking my forehead repeatedly with his middle finger.
"I am really pregnant for you Ryan, I was going to tell you tonight, I prepared all this because I was hoping to celebrate today with this good news."
"You think a fake pregnancy and some concussions would change my mind? You're delusional."
"Ryan please." I pleaded crutching down to hold his legs "I don't mind staying as a second wife or a concubine, please don't throw me and my unborn child out of the house , please Ryan." I pleaded even more, not wanting to leg go off his legs as he kicked harder.
"My stomach, it hurts." Selene shouted.
We both turned to look at her, she held her stomach in pain, I didn't know if I was to leave my husband to attend to my sister, it felt like I couldn't move any part of my body.
Ryan removed my hands from his legs and moved to her, they talked in whispers, I sat there holding my stomach as the both went outside the room.
He stopped abruptly and turned back to look at me "I don't want to see you when I return."
With that, they both disappeared.
I had been heartbroken over the years, from when I lost my favorite toy to selene, to when I had to leave my crush because my sister liked him too, the pain I had felt then was nothing compared to the one I felt now watching my husband pick my sister over me.
I held my stomach and let the tears out, this was like the end of the world to me, I picked the test result I had wanted to show him and pressed it to my chest, I couldn't imagine the heartbreak my baby must be going through watching her father and aunty destroy her chance of having a full family.
I knew I needed to act fast, I had to save my marriage, if there was anyone Ryan would listen to, it was his mother – Mrs.Veronica.
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"What do you want me to do?" She asked shattering the last bit of hope I had."Ma, Ryan is divorcing me for my sister, he claims she's pregnant for him."
"Well, that sounds more like a family problem, it really has nothing to do with me or my son." She said, eyes focused on the magazine on her leg.
I had thought coming here was the best thing to do, but it seemed she had already picked a side
"Ma, I'm carrying your grandchild, we don't deserve to be pushed out of our home like this." I said, tears threatening to burst out.
"Amanda, you Really think we're fools. It's been three years, three years of watching you enjoy our family name without making any contribution to keep the name and suddenly when my son found someone to give him what you couldn't give him, you're suddenly here with your tricks. Come on girl, your womb isn't conducive to raise babies."
It wasn't the words, it wasn't her expression, it was the way she said it, the way those words came out like she had been dying to spit them to my face, it broke me.
"Ma" I tried to call her, to remind her that I was also someone's child.
"Silence" she said raising her hands to stop me. "I'm doing this because of humanity." She said as she scribbled down something on a piece of paper before throwing it at me.
The paper landed in front of me, a Cheque, she was paying me off.
I came down from the Taxi in front of my parents house,it was hard getting one by this time of the night but I had to pay double the price, they said when everything seemed off, the best place to go was home.
The Taxi driver waved at me as he sped off, I didn't bother to wave back, the weight of what was going on in my life had paralyzed every part of me.
"She just called to say she got there already." I heard my mum saying to my Dad "I hope the pregnancy wouldn't disturb her like mine did."
How did she know I was pregnant? Ryan was supposed to be the first – wait! were they even talking about me?
"I can't believe my little baby girl is carrying her own baby, Selene indeed made me proud." My father said joyfully.
They knew, it broke me.
"Mum, Dad, how could you both watch Selene destroy my family? She is taking what's mine and you both aren't saying anything." I shouted coming out from where I stood.
"Come on, don't be dramatic. You weren't doing anything useful there, you think we were not ashamed? You should be happy your sister is removing the Shame from our faces."
"Mum." I shouted in tears. "Why would you allow that? You make it sound like I'm not your child. You're all letting my sister destroy everything I cherish, from my toys now to my home, don't I deserve to be happy? Am I not your child too?"
"Well , you're not." My mum said nonchalantly.
"What?" I looked from my mother to my father.
"Cassandra, this isn't how we planned to tell her." My father said pulling my mum to sit down.
I watched the both of them in shock and confusion, one moment I'm their favorite girl on my wedding day and today, I am not their child.
"We have to some day." Turning to me, she looked at me with a strange expression "you were adopted, you're not our biological child, we don't even know your parents."
I sank to the floor, my vision becoming blurry.
Selena’s POV I hadn’t set foot near Blair’s school since the incident. Not because I couldn’t i had the driver, the time, the polished smile I could wear when needed. No, it was because every time I pictured Amanda’s smug face, every time I replayed the sting of her hand cracking across my cheek in front of everyone, my blood boiled so violently I could barely breathe. I had been humiliated. Dragged down in front of teachers, parents, students. Blair had seen it all—her wide little eyes brimming with confusion and shame. And Amanda had walked away with that self-righteous air, as though she were untouchable. The thought made my hands tremble as I paced our living room, glass of wine clutched too tightly in my grip. I wanted to make her pay. Desperately. The sound of the front door clicking open pulled me from my rage. Ryan walked in, his tie loosened, the weight of exhaustion in his shoulders. For a second, I braced myself for another fight our marriage had become nothing but
Adam’s POVI didn’t give Amanda the chance to argue.The moment that message flashed on her phone, I knew she was ready to grab her keys and run out alone, but there was no way in hell I was letting that happen. Not tonight. Not when she was already stretched thin from the custody case and from Selena’s antics.So I told her flat out: I’m driving.She frowned, muttered something about being capable of handling herself, but eventually slid into the passenger seat with that tight little sigh she always gave me when she knew resistance was pointless.At the hospital, the ordeal dragged for hours. A man had been rushed in from a construction site accident, bleeding, half-conscious, a mess of broken ribs and head trauma. I watched Amanda switch from tired mother to steel-spined doctor in an instant. Her hair was falling from its bun, her hands trembling slightly at first, but the second she snapped her gloves on, she became someone else—focused, commanding, unshakable.It always left me a
Amanda’s POVI walked away from the school like a storm in heels, Levi’s little hand clutched in mine so tight I was surprised he didn’t complain. Rage roared in my blood, so loud I barely heard the teachers whispering behind me. Selena’s voice was still ringing in my ears—her insults, her smug little smirk before I shut her up.If she thought for one second that I was going to sit back and let her humiliate me in front of my child, she had another thing coming.By the time I reached the car, my pulse was a drumbeat in my throat. I yanked the door open and buckled Levi into his seat with movements sharper than necessary.“Mommy?”The sound of his small voice softened something in me instantly. I forced a smile, brushing my hand over his curls. “Yes, baby?”He hesitated, chewing on his lip the way he always did when something was bothering him. Then he looked up at me with those big eyes the ones that could undo me with a single blink.“Is it true?” he asked quietly. “What that lady sa
Selena’s POVI saw her before she saw me.Amanda James. Kneeling on the pavement like some saint, wiping tears off my daughter’s cheeks as if Blair belonged to her.The sight burned through me like acid.How dare she? After everything the court, the humiliation, the fines after ripping Ryan apart in front of the world, she had the audacity to stand here touching my child like she was the mother Blair deserved?No.Before my brain could catch up to my fury, my feet were moving, heels stabbing the asphalt with each step until my hand clamped down on her arm and wrenched her back.She stumbled, eyes wide for a split second before recognition hit and then her gaze hardened like steel.“What the hell—” she started, but I cut her off, venom dripping from every syllable.“Stay the hell away from my daughter.”Blair flinched at my tone. Her big brown eyes flicked between us, watery and terrified, and guilt twisted somewhere deep inside me but it drowned fast beneath the tidal wave of rage why
Ryan’s POVThe courtroom humiliation still clung to me like smoke. Every word from that judge had burned through the armor I’d built, stripping me raw in front of strangers. Amanda had walked out holding Levi like some kind of victor, her smug little smile seared into my skull.I gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked as I pulled into the driveway. Selena was already inside, lounging on the sofa like she owned the place, scrolling through her phone as if nothing had happened.Blair sat cross-legged on the rug, clutching a stuffed bunny, her wide eyes darting up to me when the door slammed.“Ryan,” Selena said coolly, barely glancing up. “You look like hell.”“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” My voice thundered through the living room, bouncing off polished walls. “Do you?”Selena raised a brow, unbothered. “If you’re here to throw a tantrum, spare me. You didn’t lose because of me. You lost because Amanda played her cards better.”I stepped forward, fists clench
Adam’s POV When I said those words outside the courtroom—she’s mine it had been instinct, a heat-of-the-moment reflex to make Ryan back off. A line drawn in the sand. Nothing more. But now, watching him stride toward us with that storm brewing in his eyes, I felt something twist in my chest. Not fear not exactly. I wasn’t afraid of Ryan Steward. But I was… wary. Because men like him didn’t back down easy. He looked sharp, calculated even in his defeat, his dark suit crisp like armor that hadn’t cracked, even though I knew it had. And despite every fiber of me wanting to keep things calm for Amanda’s sake, a small part of me almost wished he’d take a swing, just so I could hit back twice as hard. Amanda stiffened beside me, Levi perched in her arms, oblivious to the tension snapping like live wires in the air. Ryan stopped a few feet away. His eyes flicked to Levi—soft for a fraction of a second—before snapping back to Amanda, hard and sharp again. Before he could open his mouth