A Divorce.

Alexandra’s POV.

"No… No! This can’t be happening!" My mind screamed as I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that when I opened them, everything would disappear like a bad dream. I would wake up to find Asher smiling at me, maybe even Theresa beside me, the way things used to be.

But when I opened my eyes, reality slammed into me like a brutal wave. Asher wasn’t looking at me. He wasn’t worried about me. Instead, he was holding Theresa in his arms, his hands gently caressing her stomach.

I had blacked out for what felt like an eternity, yet it didn’t matter to him. His concern wasn’t for me—it was for his mistress and the baby she was carrying.

"Barren." The word echoed over and over in my head like a curse I couldn’t escape from.

I tried to shake it off, but the pain wouldn’t leave. He saw me as barren. That was how he defined me. Not as his wife. Not as the woman who had loved him for years, who had given him everything I had. Just… a barren woman.

I never knew Asher was this desperate for a child. We had never talked about it, never argued about it. Or maybe I was just blind. Maybe I was the fool who believed that our love was enough.

I forced myself to stand, my body trembling from exhaustion. My knees felt weak, and my entire world spinning. My mind begged me to wake up, to convince myself this wasn’t real. But the images of everything I had just witnessed kept replaying in my head, refusing to let me escape.

“Three years of loving him.” “Two and a half years of being loved back.”

“Five months of betrayal.”

And in the end, I was the one left broken.

I wanted to be strong, to confront them, to claw at Theresa’s face for daring to steal what was mine. But I couldn’t. My body was too weak, my heart too shattered, my spirit too drained.

I could barely lift a finger, let alone fight.

“Asher… are you okay?” I heard Theresa’s voice, soft and concerned—but not for me. Never for me.

“I think I am,” she murmured, placing a hand over her stomach.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palm.

Theresa had played me. She had pretended to care, pretended to be my friend, and acted as though she was the only one who understood my pain. And I had fallen for it. I had confided in her, trusted her, and believed in her lies.

The entire time, she had been sleeping with my husband.

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling as I finally spoke.

“You both will regret this.”

I didn’t even know how. I didn’t know what I could do to them, how I could make them feel even a fraction of the pain I felt. But I meant it. I meant every word.

Theresa’s mocking laughter filled the room, stopping me in my tracks.

“Regret? How?” she sneered. “What exactly are you capable of?”

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

“You have nothing, Alexandria. Everything belongs to Asher now.”

I felt the words cut through my heart like a blade.

I turned to Asher, desperate and searching for something—anything—that might tell me this wasn’t true. That he wasn’t just going to stand there and watch her humiliate me. But he said nothing. He didn’t even move.

I felt the tears stream down my face again.

His silence was worse than anything he could have said.

I turned and stormed out, leaving Theresa’s words hanging in the air.

She was right.

I had nothing.

I had given Asher everything I had, and in return, he had betrayed me.

The drive back home was lonely. I could barely focus, nearly crashing more than once. My hands shook on the wheel, my vision blurred with tears.

I had to pull over.

I rested my forehead against the steering wheel, trying to breathe, trying to stop the ache in my chest from swallowing me whole.

After what felt like hours, I forced myself to keep driving. Somehow, I made it home.

The moment I stepped inside, I collapsed onto the couch. My body felt heavy, like all life had been drained from it. I stared at nothing, my mind blank, my heart hollow.

Everything was gone.

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"Alexandra!"

I frowned, squeezing my eyes shut. The voice sounded distant, pulling me out of the darkness.

"Alexandra! Alexandra!"

I jerked awake, my body stiff from sleeping in the same position for too long. My headache, my throat dry.

When I lifted my gaze, Asher stood in front of me.

He was furious.

I blinked at him in confusion. What right did he have to be angry? What had I done to deserve that glare?

Before I could ask, he threw a stack of papers onto the table in front of me.

“Sign them,” he demanded in a cold voice.

I just stared at him, my mind slow to process his words.

I hesitated before reaching out, my fingers brushing over the pages. My vision blurred as I forced myself to read the first few words.

My breath caught in my throat.

“Divorce Papers.”

I felt my entire world crash down all over again.

My hands trembled as I lifted my gaze to him, searching his face for any hint of regret, any sign that this wasn’t happening.

“Asher… what is this?” I asked, my voice breaking.

He scoffed. “Are you that stupid, Alexandria?”

I flinched at the cruelty in his tone.

“No… no, it can’t be…” I whispered, shaking my head, trying to convince myself I had misread it.

Asher grabbed the papers, shoving them closer to me. “They’re divorce papers. Sign them before I come back. There is no point continuing the marriage when Theresa can give me children but you can't.”

And just like that, he turned and walked out.

Leaving me alone again.

I slid to the floor, my knees giving out beneath me. I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think.

Tears poured down my face as I pressed my forehead to the cold marble floor.

This was it. Asher didn’t just betray me, he was done with me.

He was throwing me away for my own cousin.

He wanted to break me completely.

He wanted a divorce because Theresa was having his baby.