Chapter 2

Selin prepared Noah’s favorite meal, carefully packing it into containers and ensuring every detail was perfect.

She drove to his office, her heart light with the hope of finally sharing the news of her pregnancy. But as she reached his door, she heard voices drifting from inside—Noah and Rach.

"Noah, when are you finally going to divorce her?" Rach asked.

"I’m just waiting for the perfect time," Noah sighed.

"I don’t want to upset my grandmother."

"Are you sure you haven't touched her? What if she gets pregnant?" Noah chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth.

"I haven't touched her in five years. How could she be pregnant? She’s just a boring housewife. No other man would waste their time on her. And even if she did manage to get pregnant, I’d force her to abort it. That woman doesn't deserve to be the mother of my children."

Outside the door, Selin’s world fractured.

Her fingers curled into the fabric of her dress, her knuckles turning white. Rage, hot and blinding, surged through her. She threw the door open, barging into the room.

"What are you doing here?" Noah demanded, leaning back in his chair.

"I brought you lunch," Selin replied, her voice tight as she fought the urge to scream. She looked at Rach with pure disdain.

"Can we talk? Just the two of us," Selin demanded.

"And why should I leave?" Rach sneered.

"Because we are a married couple," Selin snapped, her voice trembling with controlled fury.

"And homewreckers aren't invited to this conversation."

Noah glanced at Rach. "Go, Rach. Wait outside."

Rach stammered, her eyes darting between them before she stomped out, slamming the door behind her.

Noah didn't even look at Selin; he simply opened his laptop and began typing.

"Do you love her?" Selin asked, her voice cracking.

"What?" he asked, not looking up.

"Answer me! Yes or no!" she demanded.

"Selin, just go home and do your chores. That is your role. Stay in your place," he replied coldly.

Though he didn't say a word, his indifference was enough.

"Is that all I am to you, Noah?" she sobbed.

"Please... just let me into your heart."

Noah looked up then, his expression twisted with malice.

"Are you crazy? Is the allowance I give you not enough? Now you want my heart? I know your game—once you're in my heart, you'll try to take my inheritance."

"Noah, I don't care about your money! I’ve loved you all these years!" she pleaded.

But Noah was moved only to anger.

He stood up, grabbed her by the arm, and dragged her out of his office.

"If you don't leave right now, I’ll have the guards throw you out," he growled.

The office was crowded. Employees watched in hushed, mocking silence as the "Mrs. Miller" was cast out like a beggar.

Noah slammed his door and locked it.

Selin collapsed to the floor, clutching her chest, her sobs echoing in the hallway.

Rach stepped forward, looming over her.

"What a pathetic homewrecker," she announced loudly, ensuring every employee heard.

"Look, everyone! This is Selin Miller—the clone wife. Noah only married her because I was abroad. Now that the original is back, she’s just trash."

Laughter rippled through the office.

"No wonder she's fatherless," someone muttered.

Selin didn't have the energy to fight back.

She stumbled to her feet and fled the building, the sound of their mockery ringing in her ears.

As she drove home, her vision was blurred by a thick veil of tears. She replayed Noah’s words—I’d force her to abort it. Suddenly, a car appeared in her rearview mirror, tailgating her aggressively. It swerved and clipped her bumper, sending her car spiraling out of control.

She tried to dodge the car but she lost all control of the pedal. The car whipped violently from side to side as she fought the steering wheel, her chest thumping with a cocktail of adrenaline and raw panic.

A sinking realization hit her. I wasn't getting out of this.

The world spun into a blur as the front bumper clipped the ditch at a sharp angle, sending the car airborne.

It upended, flipping twice before slamming onto its roof with a deafening, metallic crunch.

The windows exploded, sending a blizzard of glass shards slicing through the air and shredding her skin.

The seatbelt dug into her chest, constricting her lungs until she could barely draw air.

Her one arm trying to reach her phone, she only managed to send text with Noah “Help” before the device slipped from her blood-slicked fingers.

She gasped for air, her hand moving instinctively to cover her stomach.

Through the cracked windshield, she saw a figure standing on the road

“Daddy's here! we have hope” she saw Noah over the road,

“He loves us, he came to save us”

“Noah... I’m here,” Selin tried to call out, but her throat felt like it was filled with glass.

The words died in her chest, becoming nothing more than a ragged, silent plea.

“Noah, please. Look at me.”

Across the wreckage, Noah was a blur of frantic motion.

He wasn't looking for her. He was screaming a name, but it wasn’t hers.

"Rach! Where are you?"

He found Rach’s car nearby, crumpled against a tree.

He ignored the smoking ruins of Selin’s vehicle as if it were nothing more than roadside trash.

"Sir, you can't go in there, the frame is unstable!" his driver shouted, trying to hold him back.

"If anything happens to Rach, I’ll have your head!" Noah roared, shoving the man aside.

He ripped the door open with his bare hands, his face contorted with a terror he had never shown for his wife.

The driver stood back, silent and shaken.

He looked over at the other car—the one flipped on its roof—and recognized it instantly.

“Sir... that’s Mrs. Miller’s car," he whispered, but Noah didn't even turn his head. He was already pulling Rach into his arms, cradling her with a tenderness that shattered what was left of Selin’s soul.

Selin watched it all.

Through the red blood dripping into her eyes, she saw her husband carry his first love toward his own car, desperate to save her.

He didn't look back.

He didn't check the wreckage.

He left his wife to bleed out in the dirt.

In that moment, the cold realization hit her harder than the impact of the crash

No matter how much she sacrificed, no matter how many years she served him, she would always be the random girl. Rach was his world Selin was just a ghost in it.

God, save me, she prayed, her body finally going numb.

She lay pinned against the seat, unable to move a muscle for fear the glass shards would pierce her heart.

Is this the salvation I prayed for? Am I dying so he can finally be free?

Her hand, still protectively covering her stomach, went limp. As the world faded into a cold, dark gray, her eyes drifted shut, and the silence of the night finally claimed her.