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Anna's POV
My hands trembled as I stared at the papers again, his harsh words make me cry more. I swallowed hard with determination and signed the papers.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe that the man I had loved so much was now treating me like an ordinary strangers and freak, something to be discarded.
"You’re a coward," I spat, throwing the papers back at him. "You want a divorce right? Fine. But don’t you dare blame me for this. You’re the one who destroyed us, Michael. You destroyed our marriage with your lies.”
He didn’t even flinch a bit. The papers scattered around the floor. Instead, he turned to Sophie, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and kissing her right in front of me. "I’m sorry it had to be like this, Anna. But this is what’s best for both of us. You’ll understand that one day. But for now…deal with your heart break"
I felt sick to my stomach as I watched them together, doing crazy things in front of me. The reality of my situation hits me. I was losing everything, my husband, my home, my dreams of a family. Everything I had worked so hard for was slipping off my fingers in just a twinkle of an eye.
“Why, Michael?” I choked out, struggling to keep my voice as calmly as possible. “Why are you doing this to me? To us?”
Michael finally looked at me, with a deadly gaze, almost as if he were looking through me rather than at me. “I’ve already told you, Anna. This isn’t working. We’re not working. Sophie and I... we’re going to have a baby. I need to be with her now. She needs me more”
His words hit me hard. A baby? My vision was clouded with tears streaming down my face. How ironic after so many painful years of infertility, seeking to have a child for ourselves, he’s now getting someone else pregnant. Just as his mother had predicted.
“Michael, please,” I pleaded softly, my voice shaky. “We can work on this. We could go for therapy, we could try again. Do not throw away everything we have built together.”
“Anna it is over between us!”, replied Michael in anger and impatience that was almost palpable. “Sophie is pregnant and this what counts now. I must be there for her and our baby.”
Sophie, stepped out in front of me. She has been so quiet since the discussion. She robbed her hands on her belly, I watched as she gently caressed her small bump, it was so painful and devastating to watch. It was as if she was staking her claim, reminding me of what I could never give Michael. That I'm barren.
“I’m sorry, Anna,” Sophie said softly, her voice laced with regret and mockery at the same time. “I never wanted it to happen like this. I never wanted to hurt you.”
Her words were actually meant to console me, but they only twisted the knife deeper into my heart. I felt so tired, my limbs were aching badly.My husband was leaving me for another woman—a woman who was carrying his child.
“You never wanted to hurt me?” I repeated, my voice rising as the anger surged within me. “How can you stand there and say that when you’ve destroyed my entire life? My whole being!”
Sophie flinched in fear, the harshness in my voice scared her to the marrows. She pretended to feel tired holding her waist.
Michael immediately stepped between us, his expression hardening. “That’s enough, Anna. Sophie is not the enemy here. I made the decision to leave you because this marriage is toxic, and it’s high time we both move on.”
“Toxic?” I spat the word back at him, disbelief and rage coloring my tone. “This marriage became toxic because you let it, Michael. You lied to me, you cheated on me, and now you’re blaming me for your selfish mistakes?”
“You know what? Both of you should get out, and rot in hell!” I said, my voice shaking with barely contained fury. “Both of you, just get out of my sight.”
Michael wanted to speak but I'm already tired of hearing his fake excuses.
I turned swiftly and rushed down the stairs.I needed to get away from here, to escape the nightmare that my life had become.
Tears that I had been holding back finally breaking free.
Christmas Eve was supposed to be time for celebration, but all I felt was pain and emptiness. Michael very man I had loved with all my heart was gone, and I was left with nothing but memories of what could have been. I immediately slide our wedding ring and threw it right into the wastebin including the gift.
I rushed to the kitchen, gasping for breath as I tried to calm myself down. I searched around the kitchen for something to calm me down but I couldn't find anything.
Finally, my eyes caught something on counter, it was a small glass filled with the concoction my mother-in-law had been forcing me to drink every day. The herbal mixture was supposed to help with my fertility, to give me the one thing I had wanted more than anything—a child.
Without second thought, I reached for the bottle of herbs and began mixing another glass, my hands shaking as I poured the dark liquid. My vision blurred with tears, but I didn’t care. I was desperate, I needed to take anything I see at the moment even if it's an overdose of the concoction.
I am willing to try anything to make this pain go away. If drinking this concoction could somehow erase the hurt, then I would drink every drop.
I gulped it down, the bitter taste burned my throat but I didn't care. Instead of feeling any better, I felt even more hopeless. The reality of my situation still haunts me down, suffocating me with its weight.
I threw the glass into the sink, watching as it shattered into pieces, much like my life had just done. I couldn’t stay here anymore, not in this house, not with the memories of what had just happened. I needed to get out, to run as far away as I could.
I stormed out of the house immediately into the cold night breeze.
My tears blurring my vision as I rushed down the street. I had no idea where I was going; all I knew was that I needed to get away, to escape the pain that was tearing me apart inside.
I ran until I couldn’t run anymore, my legs hurts so much. I collapsed onto a bench in the middle of a deserted park. The cold breeze hits my skin causing cold shivers down my spine. All I could feel was the emptiness inside me, that no amount of tests could fill.
How had it come to this? How had my life fallen apart so completely, so irreversibly? I had done everything that I'm supposed to do dutifully as a wife, everything. I had loved Michael with all my heart, I had sacrificed for him, I had tried so hard to make him happy. And yet, it hadn’t been enough. But cheating was enough for him.
I wanted to scream, to cry out for someone to help me, but the words couldn't come out, strangled by the weight of my grief. I finally realized that I was alone, truly alone, for the first time in my life.
Just then two men surrounded me suspiciously. The look drunk and staggering. Fear gripped me at their sight.
“Hey pretty! You want a night snap with the boys?” One of them asked drunkenly and licking his lips.
“Come here…you would love it.” The other said and they headed to my way. My heart sunk into my stomach immediately.
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