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HIS COLD DENIAL: Love After Divorce Chapter 8
A Moment Of Normalcy AlvaraThe sunlight filtered into the room, unfamiliar but comforting. I opened my eyes slowly, letting it wash over me, warming my face in a way I hadn’t felt in weeks. Then it hit me, I was actually in my mother’s house, not the tiny quarters I had grown up in. This house wasn’t ours either; it had been given to us by the Vales before the wedding, a secret space to hide their househelps from prying eyes. A place to make sure we were under constant watch. We knew better, this house was never truly ours.I stood immediately and checked the bedsheets, relief flooding me when I saw no stain, no sign of trauma. My baby was safe. My hands trembled slightly, and I pressed one to my stomach, willing the tiny life inside me to stay calm and safe. I had spent weeks fighting fear and nausea, battling fatigue that left me trembling, and the thought of losing it all here made my chest tighten.After freshening up, I stepped out to see my family. My mother hummed in the kit
HIS COLD DENIAL: Love After Divorce Chapter 7
This Was My Survival Alvara I woke up before anyone else.The room was still dark, the curtains barely letting in the early morning light, but sleep had already abandoned me. Slowly, carefully, I pushed myself up from the bed, my heart already pounding before I even looked down.Instinctively, I checked the bedsheets again.No blood.Relief washed over me, but it was shallow and fleeting. The fear didn’t leave. It never did. It sat in my chest like a weight, heavy and unmoving, reminding me that nothing here was ever truly safe.I pressed a hand against my stomach, breathing slowly, deliberately, as though any sudden movement might shatter what little peace I had.“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”I didn’t know who I was trying to convince, myself or the life growing inside me.My body felt weak, drained, like it no longer fully belonged to me. But my mind was strangely alert, sharp, as if I were standing guard over something precious. Like a soldier who knew dang
HIS COLD DENIAL: Love After Divorce Chapter 6
When My Body Spoke First AlvaraI stood frozen at the edge of the bed, staring at the stained bedsheets as though they were staring back at me.Red.Not bright. Not fresh. But unmistakable.My hands trembled as I lifted the corner of the sheet, my breath coming in short, uneven bursts. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure it would wake the entire house. I pressed a hand to my chest, then slowly to my lower abdomen.Nothing.No cramps.No sharp pain.No warning.Just fear, raw, choking fear.I checked myself again and again, as though the answer would change if I looked hard enough. My body felt normal, frighteningly so. That scared me more than pain ever could.What should I do?Scream?Pretend this wasn’t happening?Call someone?My mind raced, spiraling through every terrible possibility. I thought of Adrian, and the idea vanished almost immediately. No. That would never happen. I knew better than that.Mrs. Seraphina?The thought made my stomach twist. No, she was the worst optio
HIS COLD DENIAL: Love After Divorce Chapter 5
Blood Before Morning AlvaraI slid down until I was sitting on the cold floor, my back pressed hard against the side of the bed, my knees drawn tightly to my chest as if I could fold myself small enough to disappear. The tiles were icy beneath my bare legs, but I welcomed the chill, it grounded me, kept me from falling apart completely.I counted my breaths carefully.One.Two.Three.If I didn’t, I knew the sobs would tear out of me, loud and uncontrollable, echoing through the walls of a house that already felt like a prison. I couldn’t let them hear me break. I couldn’t give anyone that satisfaction.So this had always been the plan.The realization settled slowly, painfully, like poison spreading through my veins. Adrian had never intended to keep me. Not for love. Not for partnership. Not even for the child growing inside me. His parents had never wanted me either. The hurried wedding, the forced smiles for the cameras, the sudden concern about my health, it was all a performan
HIS COLD DENIAL: Love After Divorce Chapter 4
Watched Not Loved AlvaraIt was a new week.The kind of week that was supposed to come with hope, beginnings, maybe even joy. Today, I was meant to start my antenatal care, something every pregnant woman looked forward to, something that should have been shared between a husband and wife. A moment where hands were held, reassurances whispered, smiles exchanged.Instead, I woke up late.The realization hit me like a slap. I had planned to rise early, to prepare myself calmly, to steady my nerves before stepping into another unfamiliar phase of my life. But exhaustion had pulled me under like a relentless tide, dragging me into a deep, dreamless sleep.When my eyes flew open, panic seized me instantly.I was already running behind.I threw the covers aside and rushed out of bed, my movements clumsy, my body heavier than it used to be. My limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they no longer belonged to me. Halfway to the bathroom, nausea struck with brutal force. My stomach twisted v
HIS COLD DENIAL: Love After Divorce Chapter 3
A Bride In Name Only AlvaraI locked the door behind me and leaned against it, my back pressed to the cold wood as my chest rose and fell unevenly. For a moment, I just stood there, breathing, trying to steady myself, trying to understand how my life had tilted so drastically in such a short time.The silence of the room pressed in on me.Not the comforting kind.This one felt deliberate. Heavy. Like the house itself was watching, waiting.I moved slowly back to the bed and sat at the edge, my hands folded in my lap as everything that had happened replayed itself in my mind. Adrian’s voice. His indifference. The way his eyes had looked through me instead of at me. The way the walls here didn’t echo laughter or warmth, only emptiness.The house felt cold.Too quiet. Too big. Too empty.I was truly alone here.This wasn’t what marriage was supposed to be. This wasn’t the kind of marriage my parents had shared, the kind built on patience, partnership, and shared struggles. This place wa
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