Episode 2

Nadia

My eyes widened as I realised what he was doing. Without saying anything more, I followed the guards out of the room. I understood, but it still hurt, the way he had rejected me publicly.

The sun was long gone by the time I got home.

I leaned against the door once I closed it behind me. Greg hadn’t meant it, I told myself. He was, probably just shocked to see me. 

I mean, who wouldn’t be, right?

I exhaled shakily and forced myself to move. It was my fault and I had to apologise. After all he had in five years, instructed me on the do’s and don'ts for when we were in public and I had embarrassed him.

I wore the silk emerald dress he had complemented once. I even curled my hair and used a bit of makeup.Anything to feel more… normal. Anything to make tonight right again.

Even though I still had to tell him about our baby.

By 8 p.m., everything was ready. The table was set. Candles lit.. I kept checking the door every few minutes. Each sound had my heart racing, hoping it was his car.

But by 10 p.m., the food was cold, and my hope had faded.

At 11:03, I checked my phone. No messages. No missed calls. I blinked away the sting in my eyes and pushed back from the table. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. There was nothing left in me to cry out.

Maybe he needed space. Maybe he was just dealing with the media and didn’t want to talk yet.

I carried the untouched food into the kitchen and slowly packed it away. Just then, my phone buzzed against the counter.

I wiped my hands on a towel and picked it up with hope. Greg!

But it wasn’t.

It was a notification from a news app.

“Trending: Delusional and crazy! A female 

 fan Crashes Greg Newton's Recovery Reveal”

I clicked on the video and it displayed me at the hospital looking so pale, sick and tattered.

The video zoomed in on the moment he shoved me away. 

My hands trembled violently as Another notification popped up.

This time, it was from social media. A video had gone viral.

“Greg Newton makes surprise appearance at Diamond Gala!”

I clicked it. There was Greg, vibing to music with a drink in hand. I stared at the screen like it was a bad dream I couldn't wake from.

I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. I don’t remember grabbing my coat, or locking the door. I just remember stopping a cab.

“Diamond Gala,” I said flatly to the driver.

I didn’t know what I was going to do or say when I saw him, but I knew I had to see him. 

The gala was held at the city’s most expensive ballroom. I stepped out of the cab and adjusted my coat. I was out of place, and I knew it.

I wandered deeper into the room, scanning the crowd for his face. But then someone stopped me.

“Oh…don’t I know you from somewhere?”

I turned toward the voice. A woman in a tight red gown tilted her head at me.

Her friend giggled. “She’s probably one of the hostesses. Or… wait…are you the girl from that hospital clip?”

My stomach twisted. I smiled tightly and kept walking.

I turned a corner, pushing past the edge of the crowd, and then I saw him and froze.

Right in front of me was a scene of my husband kissing another woman passionately.