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Chapter one:
"You're cursed. You can't give my son children so what's the use of being a wife?"
My mother in law's words slipped into my heart like a hot blade. The room fell silent immediately.
I lowered my gaze, my vision blurry with tears. My grip around the wooden table tightened so hard it would leave marks.
I glanced at my husband across the table, expecting him to defend me. To tell his mother it wasn't my fault but he didn't.
Kingston remained quiet, he buried his face in his meal and let his family humiliate me.
His silence only worsened the ache in my heart. I felt suffocated sitting with them and the only person I hoped would get me out of it, didn't.
My father in law, barrister Jacob, cleared his throat, lowering his glass of wine from the tip of his lips. "That's enough Caroline, she's still grieving. Cut her some slack."
My mother in law scoffed, unimpressed. "It's been 7 years honey, the only thing she's good at is killing my grandchildren."
“Car—"
“Mom’s right dad, Kingston isn't saying anything because he knows it's true. She's bad luck." Samantha cut her father off smoothly, like she'd been waiting for the opportunity.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. My lips parted slowly. “They were my kids too." I whispered.
Every head turned. Surprise flicked across their faces, like the quiet little wife had finally grown a mouth.
“What did you say?" Caroline asked, her voice sharp.
“I said.." my voice trembled. “They were my kids too. It's not my fault Caroline, If I could go back and do it all over again I would, but do not call me a killer, I did not kill my child.”
"The mute can speak, impressive.” Samantha muttered, her voice filled with mockery. "Don't try to play the victim here Hannah. We all know you took that road on purpose even after Kingston warned you not to.”
“That's not—"
“Enough!"
Kingston's fist slammed the table so hard, the silverwave jumped.
I flinched. His eyes were bloodshot with fury but not at any of them—they were aimed straight at me.
“You will not speak to my family in such a disrespectful tone, Hannah. Apologise." He uttered, his voice low and cold.
"Now.”
The words landed heavier than the blow. Seven years of swallowing every insult, every sideways glance, every quiet night he turned his back on me and this was the moment he chose to speak.
I lowered my gaze, tears rolling my cheeks.
" I'm sorry.”
When I looked up again, I stared at him, waiting for the husband I once knew to appear but he never did.
Caroline shifted in my seat, pride swelling in her chest. "Kingston, don't get upset. It's fine.”
She reached for his hand and gave it a light squeeze as he sat down. "I'll get you a new wife. Hannah isn't worthy of your patience.”
A scoff almost slipped from my lips but I contained it, digging my fingers into the table. " Please… excuse me.” I said walking out of the dining room tears at the brim of my eyelids.
I felt something inside me, I felt myself slipping. Losing another child and being humiliated and accused of causing it was causing a string in the pit of my stomach.
Walking into my bedroom,I closed my door quietly before lying in my bed the tears already falling. I remember my husband, Kingston. The way he just sat there eating his food and saying nothing while his mother and sister bashed me was so hurtful.
Isn't he supposed to be my husband?
The tears came again and this time,I couldn't even hold back. I held a pillow to my face and soaked it with all the liquid my eyes could produce
Chapter Five- Hannah"Why?" Kingston's voice cracked on the word. "Why do you want a divorce?"I kept my eyes on him, steady. "I'm freeing you, Kingston. So you can be with the one who actually wants you.""Hannah—""There's nothing left for me to give you anyway." My voice didn't shake, even though everything in me wanted it to. "I can't give you children. I can't give you peace. What's the use of staying?"Silence sat over the table for a moment before Caroline's voice cut through it."She's right." She said it plainly, like she was agreeing to a business decision. "The divorce is what you both need."Kingston's jaw tightened. He looked at his mother, then back at me. "Is that really what you want? At least think about it, Hannah.""I have thought about it." The words came out slower now, heavier. "I thought about it all night. There's no place for me in this house anymore." I paused. "Not even in your heart."I stood up before anyone could say anything else, before Samantha could
Chapter Four- KingstonThe house was dark when I got in, except for one light still on down the hallway. Hannah's room.Old habit pulled me toward it before I could think. She used to wait up for me like this, no matter how late I got home. Some part of me still expected her to be sitting there, pretending she hadn't been listening for the car.I opened the door quietly.She was asleep, curled on her side, one arm under the pillow. For a second she looked like she used to — soft, unguarded, nothing like the woman who'd been slamming doors at me for days.I crossed the room and touched her cheek.She woke up fast and pushed my hand off. "Get out of my room.""It's my room too." It came out sharper than I meant it to."You're the one who left." She sat up, pulling the blanket around herself."What's gotten into you? If this is about the shop, I'll pay the rent once I have the money. I told you—""Don't bother about the shop." Her voice was flat. "Don't bother about anything. Just leave
Chapter three- HannahThe shop was quiet when I got in, just the hum of the ceiling fan and the smell of new fabric. A deep blue evening gown sat half-finished under the machine needle from the day before, and I settled in to finish the hem, grateful for something that asked nothing of me but focus.The rhythm of the stitching pulled me out of my head for the first time in days.Then came the boots.Three men walked in like they owned the space, one of them already pulling a folder from under his arm."Hannah Vale?" the tallest one asked, though it wasn't really a question.I stood, wiping my hands on my apron. "Can I help you?""The owner sent us. Rent expired four months ago. We're here to clear the place."The needle was still buried in fabric, thread still taut. "There has to be a mistake. I paid—""Paid last year." He held the folder toward me like it was a mercy. "Nothing since."My mind scrambled backward. Kingston handled the shop's rent — had for two years, ever since busine
Chapter two- Hannah Morning came faster than I expected. I watched the sun rise, rays of sunlight invading the darkness I seeked safety in. My eyes were red and swollen from crying through the night.Kingston's words still echoed in my ears, looping like a ringtone I couldn't shit off.“I want to get a second wife." He had waited for two long minutes after he dropped the bombshell, expecting that I would react.But I couldn't. The words sat heavy on my tongue but nothing came out. Even when my chest tightened and my heart bled in pain, I just couldn't say anything.So I did what I knew how to do best—i stayed silent.I had stared at the ceiling for long hours after he had left the room, waiting for the pain to dull. It never did.The door opened again. Kingston appeared in front of the door with a wet towel in his hand.He stared at me for only a second before stepping in. "I came to get my shoe polish.” A lump grew in my throat watching him parade the room in search of his shoe
Chapter one: "You're cursed. You can't give my son children so what's the use of being a wife?" My mother in law's words slipped into my heart like a hot blade. The room fell silent immediately. I lowered my gaze, my vision blurry with tears. My grip around the wooden table tightened so hard it would leave marks.I glanced at my husband across the table, expecting him to defend me. To tell his mother it wasn't my fault but he didn't. Kingston remained quiet, he buried his face in his meal and let his family humiliate me. His silence only worsened the ache in my heart. I felt suffocated sitting with them and the only person I hoped would get me out of it, didn't. My father in law, barrister Jacob, cleared his throat, lowering his glass of wine from the tip of his lips. "That's enough Caroline, she's still grieving. Cut her some slack."My mother in law scoffed, unimpressed. "It's been 7 years honey, the only thing she's good at is killing my grandchildren." “Car—" “Mom’s right







