Getting divorced

NOELLE

I knew something was wrong the moment I heard the door slam. It wasn’t just loud. It was sharp, the kind of sound that made your chest tighten before your mind could even catch up. I pushed myself up slowly from the bed, my body still weak, my head slightly heavy from everything that had happened over the past few days. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, pressing lightly, as if to remind myself to stay calm.

“Adrian?” I called, my voice softer than I intended.

But he didn't respond.

Instead, I heard his footsteps. Fast and heavy. Coming straight toward the room. The door opened abruptly, and I froze. The look on his face made my stomach drop instantly.

There was no distance in his expression this time. No cold indifference. No quiet detachment. Just pure anger and I began to wonder what was wrong.

“I knew it,” he said.

The words came out low and filled with irritation and I was beginning to get scared, wondering what was wrong.

I blinked, trying to understand. “Knew what?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he walked further into the room and pulled out a folded paper from his hand before throwing it onto the bed in front of me. It landed close to my lap.

I stared at it for a second before picking it up slowly.

The moment I saw the bold letters at the top, my fingers tightened. DNA Test Result.

My heart started beating faster.

“What is this?” I asked quietly, looking up at him.

Adrian let out a short, humorless laugh. “Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“I don’t,” I said, my voice slightly firmer now. “Where did you get this from?”

He stepped back slightly instead of answering, his jaw tightening. And that was when I saw Caroline.

Standing near the door watching. Just like before.

My chest tightened painfully.

“This was sent to my office this morning,” Adrian said. “And guess who sent it.”

I looked at him, confusion building quickly inside me. “Who?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Your best friend.” The words didn’t make sense. Not immediately.

“What?” I whispered. 

He shook his head slowly, like he couldn’t believe it himself, but there was no doubt in his eyes. “I was surprised too. But at least she had the decency to tell me the truth.”

My grip on the paper loosened.

“That’s not possible,” I said quickly. “Lila would never do something like that.”

“She already did,” he replied sharply. “She sent me the report herself.”

“No,” I shook my head, my chest tightening. “No, this is wrong. Something is wrong with this. You have to listen to me.”

“I’ve been listening to you for months,” he cut in. “And now I finally understand why nothing ever made sense.”

My breath caught. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He stepped closer this time, his gaze hard. “You lied to me.”

The words hit harder than I expected.

“I didn’t lie to you,” I said immediately.

“You did,” he replied without hesitation. “You told me you couldn’t conceive. That all those doctor visits meant something. That there was a reason. And all along…” He let out a sharp breath. “All along you were seeing another man.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“And now you’re pregnant,” he continued, his voice rising slightly. “And you expect me to believe it’s mine?”

My entire body went still.

For a moment, I couldn’t even process what he was saying.

“That’s not true,” I said, my voice shaking now. “None of that is true.”

He laughed again, but there was nothing funny about it. “Then explain this.” He gestured toward the paper in my hand. “Explain how the result says the child isn’t mine.”

I looked down at it again, my vision slightly blurred from the tears threatening to come out. It didn’t make sense, none of it did.

“I’ve never seen this before,” I said, my voice barely steady. “I don’t even know where this came from.”

“Of course you don’t,” he replied coldly.

“I’m telling you the truth,” I said, looking up at him again. “Adrian, please. You have to believe me.”

But the moment the words left my mouth, I already knew he didn’t.

He wasn’t even considering it. He had already made up his mind.

“I trusted you,” he said quietly.

And somehow, that hurt more than everything else.

“I didn’t do this,” I whispered.

He shook his head slowly, like he was done listening.

“You hid the pregnancy,” he continued. “You never told me. Why? Because you knew I would find out eventually?”

My chest tightened painfully.

“I was going to tell you,” I said quickly. “I just needed time…”

“Time for what?” he snapped. “To come up with another lie?”

I flinched slightly.

“That’s not fair,” I said, my voice breaking despite my effort to keep it steady.

“Fair?” he repeated, almost like the word offended him. “You’re talking about fair?”

I couldn’t speak.

Not because I didn’t have anything to say but because nothing I said seemed to matter anymore.

Behind him, Caroline was still standing and watching everything unfold. “ Adrian calm down pls” she said like she was a good person. That small smile.

My stomach twisted.

“This explains everything,” Adrian said finally. “The distance, the excuses, everything.”

“No, it doesn’t,” I said weakly. “You’re just choosing to believe something that isn’t true.”

“I’m choosing what’s in front of me,” he replied.

And that was it.

That was the moment I understood that this wasn’t a conversation, this wasn’t something I could fix.

He had already decided.

I lowered my gaze slightly, my fingers tightening around the edge of the paper.

My chest felt heavy.

Tight.

Like something inside me was slowly collapsing.

“I didn’t betray you,” I said quietly.

But it sounded empty.

Even to me.

Adrian didn’t respond.

Instead, he took a step back, his expression cold again.

“I’ll have the divorce papers sent to you,” he said. “You can sign them when they arrive.”

The words settled in the air like something final.

I looked up at him in shock.

I just sat there holding the paper and trying to breathe properly.

“Adrian…” I started, but my voice failed me.

He didn’t wait.

Didn’t look back.

He turned and walked out of the room with Caroline like there was nothing left to say.

Like I was no longer something he needed to deal with.

The door closed behind him.

And just like that…

Everything felt empty.

I sat there for a long time, staring at the paper in my hands, even though I wasn’t really seeing it anymore. How could Lila do this to me?

Why would she create a fake DNA report?

My hand slowly moved to my stomach again.

How would I take care of the baby now?

Everything else felt like it was falling apart.