Mag-log inKayla's POV
Then her forehead deepened into a frown.
"You don't mean that, do you?" She voiced.
I nodded. “I mean it.”
"I have to let Liam go now, the reason why I was still in this marriage was Grandma Helen, but she's no more," I muttered. My tone delicate. I had still not gotten over Grandma Helen.
"Liam has someone else he loves," I added.
Mrs May's brows raised.
Then she nodded with her lips pressed together.
“No marriage stress is worse than a husband having an affair.” She muttered.
" But are you sure about this? Did you catch him red-handed, you could've misunderstood." Mrs May muttered.
A very sad smile spread across my lips.
If only she knew all they had done, even in my presence.
I nodded my head slowly. Like she saw the pain in my eyes, as she suddenly grabbed my hand and began rubbing it with utmost care. I was almost moved to tears. But I had promised myself not to shed tears because of Liam again.
The last time I dropped tears and vowed never to do so again was when I caught them relishing on each other's lips at our washroom and he didn't feel remorseful about it. Something within me vanished that day. Not the love I had for him but the need to continue being vulnerable and waiting for his love.
"It's okay Kayla, you're going to be fine. If you weren't happy while with him, then there's no need to stay." She caressed my hands one more time.
Then she stood up."Hold on a bit, I'll be right back." She muttered and she was gone in a jiffy.
A few minutes later, she came back into the office with papers in her hand.
"Here Kayla, this is the divorce papers. You can give him this for the annulment. If he doesn't drag with you, then you'll be free immediately. But if he does, you'll have to get a lawyer and I'll gladly come in for you."
"Okay, thank you, Mrs May," I muttered. Collecting the papers with sighs escaping my lungs.
But one thing was sure, I wouldn't be dragged by him hence I wouldn't need a lawyer. Liam would easily let me go. He never liked me.
And even if he tried any argument which I knew he wouldn't, I'd leave the papers with him to choke it down his throat while I take my immediate leave.
For a moment, my eyes were glued to the papers Mrs May just handed to me with divorce boldly written at the top. My stomach churned upset
"I wish you all the best." Mrs may muttered, bringing me back to myself.
"Thank you Mrs May, I'll contact you again soon." With that, I stood up and left her office.
Then I boarded a taxi to go back to the place I had called home for the past five years. My life was about to change for the better or maybe for the worse.
I had no idea what would become of my life after this, but this, was something I must do.
I must leave, even if it was for my sanity and peace.
When Grandma Helen was alive, I could say I had every reason to stay. But now, I had no single soul to lean on, to make me forget Liam's cheating habit for a while. Absolutely no one, not even my husband. What was the reason to stay? I could lose my mind. It was over.
A few minutes later, I arrived at our estate, now his estate.
The huge penthouse staring back at me with such emotions, my jaw clenched harder as my eyes went round the house.
I had lived nothing less than five years of my life in this place and now it was time to leave, for good.
For some reason, my eyes stung with tears, but I must not cry. I held it all in.
If I was going to serve Liam divorce papers, then I must appear with eyes full of determination, not a fragile one.
I sniffed in and my lips pressed tightly into a thin line. I was ready to confront him.
Just as I passed through that door, I was met with a scene I never thought I'd stumble upon, today of all days.
I stood on the spot, sincerely perplexed, my chest going up and down as pain shimmered through it.
When they noticed me, Lyra disengaged from the kiss and took a step back.
She had an apologetic look on her face, she always does that. Every time she was with Liam and I stumbled upon them like this, she always had this fake vulnerable look on her.
"I'm so sorry Kayla, I'm really sorry. Liam seemed so down and I just wanted to console him. I was not intending to lead to this but we both got lost in the moment." Her voice shook.
A painful scoff slipped from my lips.
There was no need for this explanation, anymore. Instead of just pain, there was disgust mixed with whatever I was feeling inside. Liam wasn't that amazing. How could he be doing this when his Grandma who loved him so much and could even lay her life down for him was just laid to rest?
Anyways, I was about to leave the whole place for them, they could enjoy themselves to the fullest now without Lyra having to feel 'sorry' about it.
But for some reason, there was still a little piece of hope lingering in my heart, as my eyes went up to Liam.
I stared at him, my eyes digging into his, does he even feel remorse? Even for once since he had been doing this?
If I could see anything like that in his eyes this moment, I was going to change my mind. I would not divorce him anymore, I would wait patiently for the day he finally comes to me.
But as my eyes dug deeper, only pain could cut through my heart as there was nothing, absolutely nothing like guilt in Liam's eyes.
I bit my lower lip and my fist tightened.
This was the answer I needed before proceeding.
Liam never cared for me and that was certain.
With that, I brought out the envelope I had in my bag to tear it open, but then my phone began ringing.
The caller's identity showed Dr. Damien on the screen
My brows scrunched up, then I stepped aside to take it.
Just then it came crumbling down my head..
I had gone to carry out a test at his hospital yesterday following the dizziness and fatigue I had been experiencing in my body, could it be that the results were ready?
"Hello, Doctor Damien." I muttered, my voice low.
"Yes Mrs Reyes, I'm sorry for the loss of your grandmother-in-law, I'm sending my deepest condolences." He muttered.
"Thank you, Doctor, I appreciate."
"Yes, I also called to let you know that your test results are ready and I think you should pick them up before the end of today." He said, his tone firm and a bit commanding as though something was wrong in my body and I must attend to it as soon as possible.
"Alright doctor, thank you so much."
"Alright, I'll be expecting you."
With that, Doctor Damien ended the call.
Unsettled feelings crawled into my stomach
What could be wrong with me?
My eyes darted between Liam and Lyra, then to the papers in my hand.
Then I turned around to leave, just then, Liam's voice came through.
"Where are you going? And what's that you have in your hand?" He asked, his tone flat and commanding.
I didn't know what to reply, my mouth was sealed for some reason. I stood there until Liam came up close.
"I am talking to you." He muttered, his cold voice cutting through my chest.
My eyes went down to the envelope in my hands, with Liam's eyes also glued to it
"I'm not feeling too well, I must see a doctor." She muttered.
"You don't look sick to me." He muttered mockingly.
"Liam, if she said she's sick, then she's sick, let her see a doctor. If I'm right she just spoke to a doctor now, right Kayla?" Lyra muttered from where she stood.
"Alright then, you can go." Liam muttered and signaled for me to leave, with his hands, like I meant nothing.
Tears brewed in my eyes, I couldn't believe Liam was treating me this way.
This got to me harder than anything had ever gotten to me.
Before, after such scenarios, I'd go to Grandma Helen who always made me happy. She’d give me compliments every here and there and tell me how beautiful I was. But now, Grandma Helen was no more.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I allowed them flow freely as I got outside.
Liam would never listen to anything that comes out of my mouth but when it comes to Lyra, her words were like gold and diamonds to him.
And for that, Lyra never stopped mocking me, intruding every conversation in the guise of defending me; the vulnerable one who wasn't close to her husband, but I knew what she was doing, she was taking my husband from me.
She was trying to show me that my husband listens to her and not me.
A few minutes later, I arrived at Doctor Damien's hospital.
"Mrs Reyes you're welcome." Doctor Damien greeted me as I got to his office.
"Thank you, Doctor."
"Yes, Mrs Reyes, we've received the results from the test we conducted and one of them confirmed that you're pregnant, congratulations, Mrs Reyes.” Dr. Damien muttered making me hiccup instantly.
Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-TwoKayla’s POVThe days passed quietly after I left the hospital. Too quietly.The city outside was loud and alive, full of the kind of chaos that used to comfort me. But inside Liam’s house, the silence was thick, almost deliberate. It followed me through every hallway and every shadow. Even when the windows were open and sunlight poured in, the air still felt heavy.Liam had changed.He was careful now, almost painfully so. He no longer barked orders or spoke in the sharp, clipped tone that once made me shrink inside myself. Instead, his voice was softer, gentler, and his eyes—those deep, blue eyes that had once been cold as winter—now carried something fragile. Guilt, maybe. Or longing.He didn’t try to touch me. He kept his distance, as if afraid that one wrong move would break the thin thread of peace holding us together.Every morning, he made me tea and left it by my bedside before going to work. He didn’t say anything about the nightmares that wo
Kayla’s POVLight consumed everything. It wasn’t the warm kind of light that promised peace; it was fierce, burning through me until every nerve screamed. For a moment, I thought it would kill me, strip me down to nothing but ash and memory. Then, just as suddenly, the brightness dimmed.I opened my eyes to silence.The world around me was unrecognizable. The metal walls, the alarms, the cold corridors—all gone. In their place was a vast white space that stretched endlessly in every direction. No shadows. No sound. Just emptiness.I pressed my palm to the ground, but there was no texture. It was like touching light itself. I didn’t know if I was standing on something solid or floating in the middle of nowhere.“Hello?” My voice echoed softly, like it didn’t belong to me. “Is anyone here?”Nothing. Only the faint hum of air that didn’t feel real.Then I heard it—a single, steady heartbeat. My heartbeat. But it was faint, uneven, like something inside me was struggling to keep going.I
Kayla’s POVThe world was chaos. Sirens screamed, red lights flashed like indignant beating hearts, and smoke was whirling away broken glass and spurting wires. I leaned my back against the wall with the railing of metal in my hands to keep myself erect as the earth shook under my feet.Damien’s hand grabbed mine, his grip firm and warm, dragging me behind a row of overturned crates. “Stay down,” he said, his voice low and commanding.I could barely breathe. My pulse was pounding too loudly in my ears, drowning out the distant shouting. My double’s laughter cut through everything else, soft and echoing, curling around me like a poison.When I looked up, she was standing in the middle of the corridor, framed by the flickering lights. She looked exactly like me but sharper, colder, her beauty tinged with something inhuman. The curve of her lips held the cruel satisfaction of a hunter watching its prey.“You can run all you want, Kayla,” she said, her voice smooth and mocking. “But you w
Kayla’s POVThe blackness was closing in on me as an organism. I was sitting on the cold floor and drew my knees close to my chest and the pounding of my heart was so fierce that it was beating in my ears. The silence was intolerable, with the dull buzz of electricity and the plop, plop, plop of the drip of water somewhere in the background of the walls.I counted my breaths to keep myself from unraveling. One. Two. Three.When the lights finally flickered back on, they were dimmer than before, their pale glow painting long shadows across the sterile room. My eyes darted to the mirror on the far wall—the one where my reflection had smiled at me before. But now, it was empty. Just glass and silence.I forced myself to stand, even though my legs trembled under my weight. The machines that had once monitored me were now off, their screens black. On the table beside them was a small silver tray that hadn’t been there before.And on it, a folded note.My fingers shook as I picked it up. Th
Kayla’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the world felt… wrong.The ceiling above me was too white, too perfect, the sterile glow of fluorescent lights humming quietly. The smell of antiseptic filled my nose, and for a moment, I thought I was in a hospital. But when I turned my head, my breath caught.This wasn’t any hospital I remembered. The walls were windowless. The only exit was a single steel door, locked from the outside. Machines hummed softly beside my bed, their wires tangled around my wrists like restraints.Panic surged through me. I sat up sharply, ripping the cords free, my chest heaving. My voice came out hoarse. “Damien?”No answer.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor. The faint reflection on the polished surface sent a chill up my spine—it was me, but not me. My reflection lagged, blinking half a second slower than I did.My throat tightened. “No,” I whispered. “You’re not real. You can’t be.”A soft click broke the silence. The st
Kayla’s POVI woke to the sound of rain tapping against the window, each drop slow and deliberate, like the world was holding its breath with me. My body felt heavy, as though the night itself had seeped into my bones. I didn’t remember falling asleep. The last thing I recalled was Damien’s voice whispering my name, his hand tangled with mine as the storm gathered around us.But now the room was cold and empty.The faint flicker of candlelight illuminated the cracked walls. The air smelled of damp earth and smoke. We had taken shelter in an abandoned cabin deep in the woods after the car failed us. Damien had worked through the night to board the broken windows, to make me feel safe. But safety was an illusion, one that cracked a little more each time she whispered in my ear.“You can’t keep pretending I’m not real.”I pressed my palms to my ears, but the voice came from inside me. No sound escaped my lips, but she laughed anyway, her amusement echoing through my mind.The door creake







