Chapter 3 - The Child He Never Wanted With Me

Nyelle

Cassia's face twisted so violently with rage that for a second she didn't even look human anymore. "You seriously think you belong here?" Cassia's voice came out sharp and furious, her eyes blazing so fiercely it almost looked like she wanted to rip me apart with her bare hands.

For the first time in years I didn't look away. I moved closer to her instead, my fingers pressing hard against the iPad screen while anger burned violently inside my chest, the words appearing faster this time, almost aggressive. "The last time I checked, I'm still the one legally married to him while you're just the shameless mistress." The second her eyes landed on the screen, her face twisted completely, and I scoffed internally, because the truth really did hurt.

"How dare you!" she snapped, her hand flying toward me so suddenly that even she probably thought I wouldn't react in time. But I did. I grabbed her wrist before the slap could land, the sound of our struggle echoing softly through the room while she tried pulling away angrily, shock flashing across her face. "You psycho, let go of me!" I tightened my grip slightly instead, funny, because five years ago I would have immediately backed away, apologized silently, and cried in some hidden corner. But tonight something inside me felt different, maybe because I was dying, because people with expiration dates stopped being afraid of consequences.

"What's happening here?" Vincent's cold voice cut through the tension instantly, and the second I heard him I released Cassia's hand immediately. But before I could even step back properly, Cassia suddenly stumbled dramatically onto the floor with a loud gasp. I froze, my mouth parting slightly in disbelief while she sat there holding her belly like she had just survived a brutal attack. Wow. She deserved an actual award.

Vincent rushed toward her instantly, panic flashing across his face. "Cassia!" he called sharply, kneeling beside her. "Are you alright?" She groaned softly and leaned against him weakly. "No, I'm not," she whispered painfully. "She pushed me so hard. How can someone be this wicked?" I stared at her in complete disbelief, wondering if she was serious right now, because honestly she could have survived perfectly as an actress.

Vincent carefully helped her stand before slowly turning toward me, and the second our eyes met my stomach dropped, his face terrifying with pure rage. "How dare you?!" he yelled, his voice shaking with anger. "Is it your plan to make her lose my child?!"

My entire body went cold. Child. For a second I genuinely thought I heard wrong, my eyes widening automatically as the words replayed inside my head again and again. Cassia was pregnant. The realization hit me so hard it physically hurt. All these years, all these years Vincent had made sure I never carried his baby, every single time we slept together he always pulled away before finishing, always looking disgusted whenever I accidentally mentioned children. Now suddenly this woman returned and she was already pregnant. The pain that spread through my chest felt unbearable, I couldn't breathe properly, it honestly felt like someone had reached inside me and crushed my heart with their bare hands.

"You're really becoming shameless," Vincent continued furiously, and Cassia immediately pointed toward me with trembling fingers like she was the victim in some tragic movie. "She actually told me I can't move into this room!"

"What?" Vincent snapped immediately, turning toward me again. "Really? What right do you even have to say that?" His words sliced through me so easily. I almost laughed bitterly. Five years as his wife, and somehow I still had no right to anything, not even the bedroom I had slept in beside him for years.

My fingers shook badly while typing this time, but I still forced myself to lift the iPad toward him. "I'm your wife, so it's my right. I won't leave no matter what. You agreed to let me stay for one month, so don't go against your word or I'll do the same." The second Vincent finished reading, his expression darkened dangerously. "Wow," he said coldly. "So everything they say about quiet people is true. You've finally started showing your real colors." The words stung more than they should have. Real colors, as if surviving him for five years wasn't already hard enough.

Before I could even process it properly, he grabbed Cassia's hand gently. "Let's leave the room for her," he said calmly. I blinked in shock. Cassia looked equally stunned. "What?" she snapped immediately. "Why should we leave for her? She should be the one leaving!" "You can't stress the baby," Vincent replied firmly. "Let's just endure this for one month." Endure, like being near me was some horrible punishment.

Cassia glared at me so viciously I almost expected smoke to come out of her ears, and honestly, if looks could kill I would already be dead and buried beautifully. "Fine," she snapped bitterly before storming toward the door with Vincent following beside her. But even while leaving, he never looked back at me. Not once.

The second the door closed behind them, the strength left my body completely, and I slowly sank onto the floor beside the bed while the silence wrapped around me heavily. So he would rather leave his own bedroom than stay beside me. A painful scoff escaped silently from my chest, and I stayed there for a long time before finally forcing myself up and walking toward the bathroom.

Maybe cold water would help calm me down. I stood under the shower for nearly thirty minutes, but the tightness inside my chest never disappeared, it only got worse, especially later that night, when maybe they weren't even trying to be quiet. Cassia's soft moans echoed faintly through the hallway followed by Vincent's low voice, and suddenly breathing became difficult again. I quickly pressed the pillow over my ears, but it didn't help. Tears rolled silently down my cheeks, and five years beside him, somehow hearing him with another woman still destroyed me this badly. I hated myself for it, and eventually I couldn't take it anymore.

I grabbed my hoodie and left the house without thinking. The cold night air hit my face immediately as I walked down the empty street aimlessly, the city lights looking blurry through my tear filled eyes while my hands shoved deeply into my pockets. Maybe I should get a drink. Maybe getting drunk for once wouldn't hurt.

I kept walking slowly, my mind completely numb, until suddenly a strong hand grabbed me from behind, his hand clamping violently over my mouth. Panic hit me instantly, I twisted and struggled, but whoever grabbed me was stronger, another arm wrapping around my waist and dragging me backward. I tried to fight and break free, but nothing worked, the harder I struggled the tighter the grip became, and my vision blurred. The streetlights stretched into streaks of light, and the last thing I remembered was the sound of my own frantic breathing before darkness swallowed everything.