All alone

Lucy’s POV

My marriage is over … there’s no doubt about that. I’ll be the world’s biggest fool to fight for a marriage with a man who is cheating on me with my so-called best friend.

This isn't to talk of the fact that he continued to have sex with her without a care in the world, right after I called him in a panic to tell him that my car was about to crash.

He doesn’t give a flying fuck what happens to me and the sooner I accept that, the better.

Once the guy who helped me at the accident scene, Nathan, drops me off at the villa, I go straight to get the divorce papers from the drawer in which I kept them, and I sign them.

The fact that Austin had the divorce papers readily available shows that he had been planning this for a while, while I was blissfully unaware.

Unaccustomed hatred for him grips me, but I can't dwell on any of this right now. I have to pack my things so I can get the hell out of this depressing place, as well as think of what to do after this, and so that is exactly what I do.

“Oh, look, it’s the barren woman who thought that she had managed to cage my precious son, not knowing that he’s too sophisticated to remain with trash like her for long. Well, hurry along now, and get the hell out of this villa. I can't wait to see the last of you. Oh, and by the way, Amy is the best thing that has ever happened to this family. She managed to do what you couldn’t do in the several months you were married to my son. She’s having my grandchild!” Austin’s mother tells me gleefully, suddenly appearing at the foot of the staircase as I drag my suitcase downstairs.

If I had thought that nothing could hurt me anymore, I thought wrong. This new, unwanted piece of information cuts deep into my already wounded heart. So she also knows about those two traitors. It figures!

I stop in my tracks, wipe my eyes, and look at the wicked woman who has made the one year I was married to Austin pure hell. It’s high time I gave her a piece of my mind.

“I have endured everything you’ve thrown at me all this while, not because you deserve any respect, but because you're an elderly person, but now, I realize not all elderly people deserve respect. Don’t you ever in your life call me an infertile person again. I’m as fertile as they come. The infertile person may be your precious son, not me.” I tell her, trying my best not to show how hurt I am.

“How dare you talk back at me, you disrespectful thing?!”

“I’ll do whatever I please. I have signed the divorce papers, so Amy is welcome to have your son for all I care, and I don’t owe any of you any loyalty or respect. Oh, and by the way, a quick word of advice for you, since you're so thrilled about your so-called grandchild. It will be in your best interest to confirm if the child in Amy’s belly is indeed your son’s child, so you don’t raise another man’s child for free.” I tell her, enjoying the way her face darkens and the way she sputters in indignation.

Before the woman can think of another insult to hurl at me, Austin’s familiar voice comes from somewhere behind her, and a few seconds later, he appears, walking hand in hand with Amy.

Seeing them together and knowing the fact that they just had sex not too long ago, fills me with disgust.

I feel bile rising up to my stomach as I remember the disgusting giggling and groaning that I heard over the phone, but I can't deny the fact that I feel greatly pained as well.

“Don’t you dare talk about the mother of my child like that ever in your life again. You’re in my house, and you will respect my guests when you're in it.” Austin tells me, his voice hard.

I stare at him helplessly, wondering who this stranger is, and still unable to believe how someone could pretend for so long and change so suddenly.

Against my will, tears spring to my eyes, but I blink them back determinedly. My life is about to change so drastically, and while it’s okay to cry and grieve, I’ll be damned if I cry in front of them.

At that moment, Amy moves forward until she’s standing in front of me with a fake earnest expression on her face.

“Lucy, love, you know how much I love you. I can't express how sorry I am that things happened the way they did. It wasn’t my wish to break your marriage or anything like that. Unfortunately, I can't let my child grow up without a father. I mean, you of all people, know what it felt like to grow up without parents. You told me several times how hard it was for you, and I don’t want that for my child. I hope you can understand and we can still be friends.” Amy tells me.

I stand there in disbelief, listening to the sarcastic words, and feeling incredibly sorry for myself. I may not be the best person on the planet, but I know that I sure as hell don’t deserve any of this.

“Well, then, congratulations to you and the father of your child. No, we can never ever be friends again, because I don’t make friends with snakes, and I hope that you both get the life that you deserve because you’re well-suited to each other.” I tell her at last, barely able to keep my voice from trembling.

Then I pick up my heavy suitcase and slowly make my way out of the villa. My car is destroyed and resting at the bottom of the incline, so I don’t even have a car to use to get around.

As soon as I trek a reasonable distance away from the villa, I find a curb to sit on and finally give in to the tears that I was desperately holding back in their presence.

I cry for what feels like an eternity, and then I get up once again because time is going and I need to leave where I currently am and find somewhere to stay, at least for that night.

I will figure out the rest later. Sadness weighs down on me as I look down at and pick up my suitcase.

I’m all alone once again, an orphan with no one to turn to, but I’d rather be that than stay where I'm not appreciated, or try to force people who hate me to love me.