Goodbye To Fake Love

Days later, the doctor finally confirmed that I was fit for discharge. Lucien never once came to check on me.

She handed me my shattered phone, my bag, and the miscarriage report. The kind gentleman who had retrieved my belongings had already passed them on to her.

“Where is my daughter’s ward? You haven’t mentioned her,” I asked after waiting for her to bring it up herself, but she remained silent.

“…I couldn’t tell you then. Your husband moved your daughter out of this hospital on the very first day he arrived. He described our facility as quack and low standard,” she revealed.

My heart nearly stopped at her words.

They had transferred Bianca? Lucien hadn’t even thought of informing me?

If the hospital was truly as inadequate as he claimed, did he not care if I died here?

I forced a smile and rose to my feet, turning toward the door.

“Make sure you get enough rest,” she added.

I nodded, holding back the tears threatening to fall.

At home, my stomach twitched the moment I stepped inside.

Lucien and Elara were in the living room, drinking and laughing freely. Elara sat closely beside him, her body pressed against his as she swayed her waist playfully. They looked… carefree and unbothered. As though no one had been lying in a hospital bed for days… as though I never existed.

I forced myself to remain composed, but a tear slipped down my cheek against my will.

Without a word, I walked past them and headed straight to the bedroom, shutting the door behind me before breaking down completely.

I cried, not just because Lucien was with my stepsister but because of everything they had done without remorse… because of the five years of my life I had wasted believing in something that was never real.

Just then, my phone beeped.

*Hey Liora, everything is ready. In two days, he’ll receive the notification*. 

A faint laugh escaped me as I wiped my tears.

*Thanks, you just made my day. Also, send him the recording*. I replied before setting the phone aside.

I walked toward my wardrobe when my phone rang, my mother calling.

“Hello, Mom.”

“Hey, darling. How are you?” she asked warmly.

I cleared my throat. “I’m fine, and you?”

“I’m great, but I’ve been worried about you,” she replied, her tone laced with concern.

She always worried about me… unaware of the danger surrounding my stepfamily. What if she ever met my stepmother and saw her true nature?

“I’m fine,” I said softly, letting out a small, controlled chuckle. “I’ve completed my charity project, and I’ll be flying back tomorrow.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful news! I’m so happy. I also have a surprise for you,” she added excitedly.

“A surprise?” My lips curved into a faint smile.

“Yes, you’ll find out when you arrive tomorrow. I’ll arrange an early morning flight and have someone pick you up at the airport,” she promised.

Before I could respond further, the line went dead.

She was genuinely excited to have me return… while others wished for my downfall.

I couldn’t wait to see what surprise she had prepared.

I opened my wardrobe and quickly packed my clothes into two bags as I walked past the living room. Drunk, Lucien stumbled toward me.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his words slurred.

“Let her go,” Elara interjected, holding him back and pulling him closer. “You know Mother left with Bianca, so now we finally have time to ourselves.”

I ignored them and loaded everything into the second car.

Returning to the room, I retrieved several documents: our divorce papers, the transfer of ownership, Bianca’s DNA report, my miscarriage report, and a handwritten note. I placed them neatly inside his drawer.

The note read:

*Have fun with my stepsister in poverty. This is for my babies, bastard. Don’t bother looking for me, we will never see each other again*. 

The next morning, I prepared myself quickly and left before they woke up.

At the airport, I boarded the plane and gazed out of the window as the ground slowly faded beneath me.

“Goodbye to pain… and fake love,” I whispered under my breath.

Lucien was awakened by the persistent ringing of his phone.

“Hello,” he answered groggily, not bothering to check the caller ID.

“Dude, it’s me! How could you?” Anderson’s voice came through urgently.

“What news?” Lucien muttered, still half-asleep.

“You donated your entire company to charity!”

Lucien’s eyes snapped open instantly, sleep vanishing in an instant.

“That’s a lie!” he shouted, his voice trembling as he rose to his feet.

“Come out, man. Come to your company,” Anderson urged.

Lucien rushed into his room, heading straight for his wardrobe, only to pause when a notification appeared on his phone.

He glanced at it:

[Dear Lucien Wayne, this is to notify you that the signed divorce agreement has taken full effect, dissolving the marriage]

“What divorce?” His heart began to race. He threw the phone onto the bed and yanked open the wardrobe.

That’s when he saw them, his eyes landed on the transfer of ownership documents.