Chapter 2

Kayla's POV

Two weeks later…..

“How is my child?” I asked the doctor as she walked into my room two weeks later. I was pregnant with twins but because of what happened I lost one thankfully the doctor was able to save the second one, and she's growing well inside me.

I had been in the hospital for two weeks now and neither Jackson nor Lyra had been here to see me.

They had both betrayed me more than anyone could ever have and yet they still lacked the decency to check on me.

Didn't I deserve that much?

Lyra was the only family I had left besides Jackson who had become my husband.

How could they do this to me and not show any form of remorse?

The doctor had explained that because of the fall, the life of my child and mine was at risk and prescribed that I get enough rest.

How could they show such little concern after what they had done?

Even though I’m terribly upset about everything, the most important thing to me was that one of my twin was alright and I could actually save it from any further harm.

I had been hooked on drugs since I got admitted and was usually sleeping and resting which is what my child needed the most.

I was relieved that my child was fine and now I had a reason to live, my life wasn't over.

Hopefully Jackson would come around and check on me. He owed me an apology and a promise to do better.

I don't want to raise this child without a father, I thought to myself while rubbing my hand on my belly.

“Your child is fine Luna. How are you feeling?” She asked and I hung my head.

“I feel well rested.” I replied but a heavy sigh left my lips. “Has Alpha Jackson been here to see me?”

The doctor's smile fell and I let out a dry laugh. Of course I had put her in a difficult position.

“It's alright, forget I asked.”

She chucked, but it sounded forced. “Luna, your discharge date is today and as soon as you fill the necessary paperwork, you can leave,”

I nodded and she gave me a polite smile. “What about my sister? Has she been here?”

She shook her head and turned to leave.

I knew I couldn't fault her for trying to make me feel better. I laid on my back and faced the wall, signaling that I wanted to be alone.

I heard the door close behind her and tears began rolling down my cheeks.

How could Jackson break my heart this much? Did our years together mean absolutely nothing to him?

How could he just move on so easily? Had I been just a joke to him?

The door opened a few minutes later and I didn't even bother looking back to check who it was.

I felt it was the doctor or probably one of the nurses who had come to check on me as usual. However, I was wrong.

“Sit up Kayla, we need to talk,” Jackson's voice reached my ears and I jumped up, ignoring the pain in my body.

He is here! He had come to see me. Maybe I was wrong about him, I know that he would never intentionally hurt me like that, he has finally come back to his senses.

I sat there with renewed hope that my marriage wasn't over and perhaps I had misjudged Jackson.

Men often cheat, right? So he'd just apologize and prove himself to me and we'd go back to the way things were.

Right?

At least that's what I thought but he proved me wrong with his next words.

“Here,” he stretched his hand out and I frowned at the large brown envelope in his hand that I hadn't noticed before.

“What is this?” I asked, still eyeing it but I didn't make a move to take it from him.

“Sign them and get out of my life,”

I froze and stared at his face, looking into his eyes, the blue hue shone darker than normal.

“Take it, I don't have time for this!” He yelled and tossed it at me without caution.

It landed on my legs making a splat sound and I swallowed.

With fresh unshed tears clouding my vision, I cleared my throat and reached for the envelope.

I dreaded the contents even though I had no clue what could be in it.

“You can read very well, so I'm sure you know what's written there, please do not waste my time.” He snapped and I shivered, my hands shaking as I opened the envelope.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in the words written at the top of the paper in bold letters,

“DIVORCE AGREEMENT?”

“Good, now sign it so we can move on with our lives.” He urged, tapping his feet and a tear rolled down my cheeks, then another and another until I was sobbing silently.

Disbelief at the situation washed over me and I just kept staring at the papers, my vision now clouded by tears.

“Don’t even start with your emotional blackmail, you know that I'm a very busy person so sign the damn papers.” He groaned and reached for the papers.

“What is wrong with you woman? Why do you always choose to annoy me? Why would you get it wet?!” He couldn’t even call me by my name.

More tears sipped from my eyes and my sobs became louder as my entire body shook with the force of it.

“Fine, maybe it's too sudden so I'm going to give you little time, but I want you to stay away from my life, we're done.” Having said that, Jackson turned towards the door and started walking towards it.

I sat there frozen in place and wondered if I was caught in a bad dream I needed to wake up from.

It had to be a nightmare because there's no way such a thing is happening in reality, Jackson wouldn't hurt me this way.

I kept consoling myself that it was simply a bad joke and a terrible dream I'd soon wake up from but reality set in when the room door closed behind Jackson as he left me sitting there thoroughly confused and unsure of what just happened.

A few seconds after he left, I jumped off the bed and ran after him, unsure of what I was doing.

He was walking fast, his big feet carrying across the hallway in seconds while I struggled to keep up.

Still I continued chasing him in my hospital gown attracting the attention of staff and patients of the hospital alike.

It wasn't everyday you found a patient running across the hall like that I was sure but I was on a mission.

“Luna, wait! You can't be running, you're not fully recovered yet,”

I heard the familiar voice of my attending doctor and when I spared a backward glance, I saw her pushing a wheelchair along as she ran after me.

“Jackson Sinclair, don't you dare take another step!” I yelled when I felt my breath giving out.

He stopped walking and turned to face me with a raised eyebrow.

I halted in front of him almost crashing into him and began panting heavily.

“How may I help you Kayla?” He spoke to me formally, like we've never had a relationship. After hearing the way he spoke to me, I finally found the strength I needed.

I raised my head and slapped him right there in front of all those people. “How dare you, Jackson?!”