Chapter 2

Sabrina’s Pov

“Done with what exactly?” he asked, dragging out the words slowly. staring at me with a confused look on his face.

I didn’t look away, I needed him to see it in my eyes, “with you, I am done with you. I want out,” my voice trembled at the last words.

For a second, there was silence, then he let out a scoff, disbelief dancing in his eyes, “You can’t walk away, you are the Luna, what do you think the people…”

“The people aren’t there to see you cheat!” I roared, my voice cutting him off. “They haven’t been through it; they have no idea what it feels like to be sidelined in their own home.”

“So, you are giving up on your role?” he huffed.

“Call it what you want, but I am done with all of it,” I bit back, holding his gaze. “I am divorcing you, by morning, you will be hearing from my lawyers.”

That landed differently, I saw it in the subtle shift in his expression which was the first crack in his control.

“And what about Milo?” he asked immediately, his tone hardening as he watched me. “Do you think I will let you take him?”

The mention of my son made something twist deep in my chest. I wasn’t going to let him see that.

“he can stay with you,” I said slowly. “You and Fiona can coparent him. Besides, he barely sees me as his mother,” the words hurt as I said them, but they were true.

I had seen it with my eyes.

He had called her mother. Not me.

His lips curled in a sneer, I had hit a nerve, I knew that. His hands shot out, I tried to step back but he was faster grabbing me by my wrist and pulling me closer to him.

“Don’t be stupid, Sabrina,” he hissed, tightening his grip. “You don’t get to make decisions as if you are in control.”

He leaned closer, “I make the decisions, you are my wife, I control you!”

I yanked my hand out of his grip, slapping him hard in the face with my free hand. His head turned to the side, his eyes back on me with shock in them.

“I should have let it all go the minute you had been on the operating table; I should have let you die!”

He didn’t respond, I didn’t wait for any, I turned, storming out the door.

Downstairs, my motion was a blur, I was holding strong, trying hard not to break down. I heard his voice, and her laugh; that was my son, and yet she was his mother.

With blurry eyes, I stumbled towards the front door, my hand reaching for the car key that was in the basket.

A figure lingered in the corner. watching. still.

I tried to shake off the familiar feeling I felt from his stare, but before I could process my thoughts, he was gone. Like a ghost that hadn’t been.

***

The road blurred, and the tears that I had been holding back finally flowed freely. Everything played back more than they should.

He never apologised; never said he wouldn’t do it again. He wasn’t scared. He had replaced me in his life and slowly replaced me in my son’s life.

“Get it together, Sabrina,” my voice croaked as I sped through the slippery highway.

Lightning struck through the sky, rain hitting hard against the windscreen. “I hate you!” I yelled out, unsure of who the words were meant for.

I had loved with everything that I owned. Given him my youth and time. And what did I get in the end? He fucking cheated on me with a woman I had brought into the house.

A payback for a crime I never committed.

A loud horn blared behind me, my tyres screeching to a stop. “Watch the fucking road!” a voice hissed as they sped past me.

I leaned my head against the steering wheel, letting the tears roll down, what the hell was I doing? How was I going to live?

“We stay through the hurt and pain, because in marriage, you always will be hurt,” my mother’s words echoed through the back of my mind.

And I had lived by the rules, told myself a good wife doesn’t fight. I did everything right, kept my home, and made him happy. But he was never truly happy.

Not with me anyway.

I lost myself to being the woman he needed; an image perfect for the throne.

He did nothing for me, didn’t fight, didn’t struggle absolutely nothing.

“Move your damn car!” a voice yelled, followed by the loud horn.

My head snapped up, the light was green, and I was holding up the traffic. With trembling hands, I turned the ignition on, my foot stepping hard on the accelerator as I drove into the bend.

I needed to get a place to stay.

My home…. My mother wouldn’t want me back, in her eyes, I have brought shame to her.

My phone rang, loud and aggressive, the sound startling me slightly. I looked at the screen, my mother. Tucker must have called her, his way of making sure he still had control of the narrative.

I tried to reach for it, but my finger brushed against it, sending it flying to the foot mat. “fuck!” I hissed, leaning over to grab it.

The dark car was suddenly bright, too bright.

My head snapped up, the truck was moving towards me, fast too fast as if the driver had lost control. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I tried to turn to the side, my legs on the brakes, hoping to stop the crash.

Nothing.

The truck wasn’t stopping, and my brakes weren’t working.

Again, and still nothing.

Panic surged through me, “Please!” Tears streamed down my face.

I heard it before I felt it, the horn, just before the truck slammed straight into me. The seatbelt tightened around my body, my head shattering through the window.

The sound of metal screamed as the car flipped, and my world went with it.

Everything went black.