**"I want a divorce, Anna. This marriage isn’t working, and it hasn’t been for a long time. We’re both miserable. It’s time to end this."** Michael's cold words hit me like a slap, sending shivers down my spine. "You’re a coward," I spat, throwing the divorce papers back at him. "You want to leave? Fine. But don’t you dare blame me. You’re the one who destroyed us, Michael. You ruined our marriage with your lies." The man I once loved—the man who promised to be with me through thick and thin—was gone, replaced by this stranger. After everything I sacrificed for him, this is how it ends. --- After suffering for years with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) and enduring constant nagging from her mother-in-law for being childless, Anna finally receives the miracle she had been praying for. Her doctor delivers the best news of her life—she has a higher chance of conceiving. Eager to share the joy with her husband of five years, Anna rushes home, only to be shattered by betrayal. She discovers Michael has been cheating on her with another woman, who is now pregnant with his child. Heartbroken, Anna is served divorce papers on the same day. Devastated and lost, Anna makes a desperate choice, but is saved by none other than Xavier, her brother-in-law. When all hope seems lost, Xavier offers her a second chance at life—and love—by marrying her. But just as Anna begins to heal, her past comes crashing back when Michael returns, knocking on her door. **Will Anna find the strength to move forward, or will the past pull her back into the arms of the man who broke her heart?**
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Anna's POV
I paced around the hospital ward restlessly. The smell of sterile water and antibiotics makes me feel disgusting and throwing up at the spot. The hum of the fluorescent lights above mingling with my anxious thoughts. I have been here for the past 2 hours, this has been my daily routine in this painful journey of being a mother. Missed periods, running countless tests and taking all sorts of medicines for the past years now. Nagging from mother-in-law seems unending.
I have been struggling with polycystic ovary syndrome (POS) which hurts like hell when tests are run.
I watched as the woman next to me is called into the examination room. My heart skips a beat. My palms became sweaty out of nervousness.
After what seemed like a very long time, the door slowly opened and Dr. Reynolds walked into the room. He wore a formal shirt and tie and had a serious look in his face, he was professional but did not smile. There was just shame, disappointment and I tensed myself for the potential bad news which I didn’t want to listen to.
“Anna, I think it’s time we talked about your results,” he sat down across the table form me.
I could feel my throat constrict as I looked at her and nodded. “Alright,”He glanced at the papers clamped to his clipboard, and his forehead crinkled. The room fell quiet – or perhaps it was only their breathing that I could hear even my own pulse throbbing. Dr. Reynolds at last glanced up and I attempted to assess his feelings, however, he showed none on his face at all.
“Well” He said slowly, “Your uterine condition is excellent for conception, you are expected to ovulate in the next 48 hours. ”
The words were said as a cold reminder and they really struck me hard, I momentarily blanked. Suddenly my mouth became very dry, I felt as though I was going to faint so I tightly griped the edge of the chair. “Therefore, we could begin with the attempt? Like, trying to conceive?”
Dr. Reynolds occularly agreed, his eyes looked into mine in reassurance “It is, indeed, the best opportunity you’ve been been waiting for so long. We both advise that you and Michael grasp this chance.”
It was as if the pent up tension which seems to have been growing inside me suddenly released. I heaved a sign of relief but this was embellished by disbelief. “You sure? Everything …”
Lingering for a while on the contemptuous gaze of the man sitting opposite him, he slightly tilted his head forward and fixed it. “Anna, this is a perfect condition as far as one can expect under the given circumstances, it is time to start.”
I caught my breath to take the implication of what she said. “I. … I never thought that this day would come.” My eyes are filled with tears of relief and joy. The news I had longed for was finally here!
I clutched the ultrasound report to her chest, feeling as if I'm holding a precious gift that could change my life forever.
“Thank you so much Doctor!” I managed to say happily. My voice is noticeably trembling with emotions.
“You’re welcome,” The Doctor replied, with a warm and supportive tone.
“Remember to keep track of your ovulation, and don’t hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or concerns.” He added with a smile. I nodded repeatedly covering my mouth with the test results in tears of joy.
I stood up, my legs are feeling weak but the joy in my heart knew no bound. I left the hospital with a renewed sense of hope, the report clutched tightly in my hand.
The cool December air hit my curly hair blowing it upwards as I stepped outside.
I felt a sudden burst of energy. Everything seemed to sparkle with possibilities. The walked to the car with a replenishing smile spreading across my face.
The thought of sharing this incredible news with Michael filled me with so much excitement. We have been through a lot of situations and this moment felt like a victory that we had both earned.
I got into my car and hit the road heading home. But then, I decided to stop by a nearby shopping center to pick up gifts for Michael and my mother-in-law, Rachel.
I strolled around the mall with so much joy.The mall is decorated beautifully with holiday decorations and cheerful music played calmly. It instantly added to my festive mood.
I picked out a beautiful Rolex watch for Michael, something I knew he would love, and a delicate bracelet for Rachel. I hope she likes this though.
Throughout this journey of being a mother, my mother-in-law has been a pain on my neck. But I has to forgive her though, at least for the fact that I will be conceiving soon!
“How much?” I asked the cashier in the counter after she checked the items I bought.
“$20,000 ma'am.” The cashier responded politely. I checked out immediately and left for my car. My mind raced with thoughts of the future. The idea of finally starting a family felt surreal but thrilling.
I imagined Michael’s reaction when I let him know about this, his face lighting up with the same joy I felt. It was a dream we had held close for so long, and now it was within reach.
I pulled into the garage saw Michael’s car parked in the garage. My heart fluttered with anticipation. As I walked through the front door, I heard Michael’s voice from the living room. He was on the phone, his was talking so seriously.
“We will meet up later. My wife will be back soon!” He said with almost a whisper. I heard him from the dinning room.
I took a deep breath and carefully placed my mother-in-law's gift on the dining table, ensuring it was perfectly arranged.
“I will gift Micheal his watch later on…it should be on a Christmas Eve!” I smiled at myself.
I moved to the living room, my heart pounding with excitement. Michael looked up, he smile as he saw me. He ended the call and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me in a tender embrace.
“I heard you arguing on phone. Who was that?” I asked with a concerned face.
“Ugh, just a business partner. Nothing to worry about.” He said and kissed me.
“So love. How was the appointment?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
I looked up at him, my eyes shining with tears of happiness. “Michael, you won’t believe it. Dr. Reynolds says that my uterine condition is perfect for conception, and I’m going to ovulate in the next 48 hours.”
His eyes widened in surprise and joy. He pulled me closer to himself, his hands gently cupping my face. “Really? That’s amazing news, Anna! I’m so proud of you.”
I nodded, my emotions overflowing. “I’ve been thinking about how much this means to us, and I wanted to get Mom something for Christmas celebration.”
Michael’s gaze softened as he looked at the neatly wrapped gifts on the table. He took my hand and led me to the dining area, where we unwrapped the present together.
“This is incredible,” Michael said, his voice filled with emotion. “You’ve made this day even more special. Mom will love this!”
“Where is she? I want to give it to her by myself.” I asked calmly.
“I think she is in the kitchen. Go ahead while I finish up what I have here and get to you.” Micheal responded.
Greg's face was plastered with worry and panic, his brow furrowed and lips trembling as he fidgeted nervously. “Could it be that they’ve rekindled their old feelings, sir?” he ventured, hesitating as he spoke. His voice wavered, unsure whether he should even suggest such a thing.Leo’s reaction was immediate. His eyes darkened, the veins in his neck bulging as fury built inside him like a storm. His fists slammed onto the table, rattling the objects on it. “It’s *not possible!*” His voice exploded, raw and full of venom. His breathing quickened, each intake of air sharp and strained, the very idea of betrayal igniting something fierce in him.Greg stepped back, eyes wide with fear as he instinctively raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “S-sorry, sir,” he stammered, bowing his head to avoid Leo’s searing gaze. His heart raced, pounding against his ribs. Leo clenched his jaw so tightly his teeth ached, but the pain in his chest was far worse. His eyes darted back and forth as his
THIRTY FOURFear gripped Talia as she looked around the dark, suffocating room. Her heart pounded like a drum, her palms slick with cold sweat. She pounded on the door, her fists aching from the effort. “Mother! Mother! Please, open the door! Open the door for me! I know you're out there!" Her voice cracked with desperation as she slammed her body against the heavy door again, the sound echoing in the suffocating space.Outside, her stepmother smirked, her lips curling into a cruel grin. Her hand gripped the door knob tightly, fingers lingering as if savoring Talia’s agony. "Shut up, Talia!" she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "Stay inside and let the matter settle. When everything falls into place, only then will I open the door for you. Do you hear me?!" Her voice was sharp, echoing through the cold, silent house.Talia’s heart dropped. She backed away from the door, chest heaving, her breath ragged. She fumbled for her phone, hands shaking, and frantically dialed the guards
THIRTY THREE Talia immediately stiffened, her name echoing through the hallway, spoken by a voice she didn’t recognize. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she turned slowly toward Leo, her heartbeat quickening with a mix of fear and frustration. “Let me finish this conversation with my mother tonight, Leo,” she said, her voice barely concealing the exhaustion that weighed heavily in her chest. Her eyes flitted away from his, avoiding the intensity in his gaze. “We’ll talk about this later.”She ran a hand through her hair, trying to soothe the tension pounding in her head. “And I think we both need time to calm down, to think clearly before we take any action.”Leo’s hand lingered on her arm, his touch soft yet filled with restraint. His lips pressed together as he held back the words he truly wanted to say. His eyes, though dark and stormy, flickered with something more tender—something Talia refused to acknowledge right now."Al
THIRTY TWOMr. Diego's eyes widened, confusion and disbelief etched on his face as Leo’s bold claim hung in the air. The room fell silent, all eyes shifting to Leo and Talia, their tension palpable. Talia’s heart thudded in her chest as she avoided her father’s questioning gaze, desperately trying to maintain her composure.“Wait… you’re married?” Mr. Diego asked, his voice thick with curiosity, as if struggling to grasp the reality.Leo’s lips curled into a mischievous smirk, his sharp gaze fixed on Talia, who stood rigid beside him. Her pulse quickened under his stare, a storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. He seemed to take pleasure in the subtle discomfort he was causing her. “Yes. I got married as soon as I returned to the country,” Leo responded smoothly, his voice laced with arrogance. “I just haven’t announced it yet.”Mr. Diego raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by the sudden revelation. “It’s quite a rush! I wonder if one of the people here is your fiancée?” His wo
THIRTY ONE Malia sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixated on the floor, as her mother gently combed through her hair. The rhythmic strokes of the brush were meant to soothe, but the tension in Malia’s clenched fists betrayed her frustration. “You look absolutely stunning, Malia,” her mother, Mrs. Lyra, said, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m telling you, no man will be able to walk past without turning his head.” She admired her daughter’s reflection in the mirror, her voice dripping with pride. Malia’s lips tightened into a thin line, her eyes dark with jealousy as she met her mother’s gaze in the mirror. “That’s only if my idiotic stepsister doesn’t decide to crash the night and ruin everything, like she always does,” she muttered bitterly, venom seeping into her tone. Mrs. Lyra’s fingers paused for a second, her face twisting with a knowing smirk before she resumed brushing. “Oh, that’s right, Talia. The ever-perfect golden child. But did you hear?” Her voice lowered, al
THIRTY Talia glared at Marco, the heat of her anger burning in her chest as she avoided eye contact. She clenched her fists, every muscle in her body screaming with frustration. She didn’t want to be near him, let alone listen to whatever nonsense he had to say. “What do you want?” she snapped, her voice sharp and cold. Her expression remained hardened as she shifted her weight uncomfortably, wishing he would just disappear. Marco’s face tightened, his jaw clenching as he took a step forward, his hand reaching for hers. “Let’s go,” he demanded, his voice devoid of emotion as though he had the right to still control her. Talia flung his hand off her wrist as if his touch burned her skin, her heart pounding with irritation. “Just tell me what you want, Marco!” Her voice rose, shaking slightly from the mixture of hurt and anger coursing through her veins. “Stop touching me!” Marco’s eyes flashed with a hint of frustration, the calm facade slipping for a brief second before he compos
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