Survived Betrayal, Made My Ex-Husband Crawl

Amara's POV

I woke to an unbearable, suffocating silence. My body heavy with pain, every muscle protesting as I tried to move. The sharp, sterile light of the hospital room made my head spin.

The physical pain I felt was nothing compared to the emotional wound,it felt like it would never heal—the loss of my child broke me.

I was alive but the child I had carried within me, the life I had nurtured, was gone.

My heart ached in ways I never thought possible, a deep emptiness that stretched to my very core.

I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me, trembling with weakness. The fall had taken more than just my child; it had stolen pieces of me that I wasn’t sure I could ever get back.

Looking around, I found myself alone in the hospital room. The beeping of the machines were the only sounds I could hear, a steady reminder that I was alive, though I didn’t feel like it.

I swallowed the bitter taste of my grief and tried to push myself to my feet. My legs wobbled as I took a hesitant step toward the door, the desire to escape the suffocating walls of the sterile room overwhelming me.

But as I approached the door, I froze, hearing their voices—Lena and Darius. Their words sliced through the air with icy clarity. They stood just outside the door ,unaware that I could hear them.

“You have to make sure she’s really gone, Darius,” Lena’s voice was cold, detached. “She’s a liability. If she remembers anything that happened, it could ruin everything.”

I swallowed hard,I couldn't believe what I was hearing,my body almost gave out as the conversation sank in. They were plotting my death. They weren’t just trying to get rid of me,they planned on taking everything I owned over these years haven't I given them enough.

Darius’s voice followed, low and smooth, as though the idea was nothing more than a business transaction. “We can’t risk her waking up and ruining everything. She’s been a problem for too long. Once the insurance money comes through, we’ll be in the clear.”

A sickening wave of realization washed over me. They didn’t care about me at all. I had been nothing but a pawn to them, a means to an end. My heart ached even more, but there was no time for tears. I had to act.

I quietly stepped back from the door, my body still trembling with shock, but I forced myself to be still asleep as I quickly got back to the bed. I couldn’t let them know I was awake, not yet. Not while they still had the upper hand.

Laying on the bed, I closed my eyes pretending to be unconscious again, my heart hammering in my chest hoping they wouldn't notice.They couldn’t know that I had heard them. Not yet. I had to wait for the right moment to expose them.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open,Lena and Darius stepped inside. I could hear their voices now, muffled by the distance, but their footsteps were unmistakable. They thought I was still in a coma, completely unaware of my surroundings.

Lena moved closer, and I could feel her eyes on me, her gaze filled with false concern. I heard Darius’s low voice, the words too familiar, but this time, they were different. He wasn’t trying to comfort me—he was simply going through the motions.

“We’re so glad you’re still alive, Amara,” Lena whispered, her voice like honey, but I could hear the underlying bitterness. “You scared us.

I thought we were going to lose you,I knew she was just playing her script.

"you wish bitch”she whispered in my ear.

Her words felt like daggers, each one cutting deeper into my soul, but I kept my breathing slow and steady, feigning the unconsciousness they expected.

Then, the most gut-wrenching thing happened. Lena moved closer to Darius, her voice dropping to a hushed murmur.

I felt the room shift, the energy between them turning intimate. They didn't even care if I was in the room.

The sounds of their kiss, soft at first but growing heated, filled the room. My stomach twisted in revulsion as I imagined the two of them, sharing this moment over my broken body. They would pay for this.

I kept my eyes closed, forcing myself to stay perfectly still, even as the sounds grew louder, more desperate. I could hear the rustling of clothes, the soft gasps that echoed in the room.

Darius’s voice was low, almost breathless. “What do we tell her if she starts asking questions”

Lena’s laugh was a sharp, cold sound. “just tell her what she needs to hear Darius, after all you lived with her all this while,we’ll be fine.”

My blood ran cold and I realised I had given myself away for nothing, I couldn't wait to see them in action they are in for a surprise.

Listening to my husband cheat on me,their twisted moments together made me realise he never loved me I could hear Lena's moan the way he touched her and made her feel desired was something I never felt in this marriage.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened, and the doctor entered, his presence a small blessing in the midst of this nightmare. He glanced around at Lena and Darius, who seemed to be lost in their world but had composed themselves upon hearing his knock before entering and then looked at me with kind eyes.

“Good to see you awake, Mrs. Carter,” he said, his voice warm but professional.

“The fall has left you with some memory loss, but it’s not uncommon but your bones are still recovering and are very weak.We’ll keep monitoring you for a while, but with rest and time, you should be able to regain most of your memories and your strength back”

Memory loss, that was a perfect excuse. and just the cover up I need.

I opened my eyes a bit more just enough for them to see, my face blank, feigning confusion. My hand trembled as I reached up to touch my forehead, playing the role to perfection.

“Lena…” My voice was weak, barely a whisper, but the hatred bubbling inside me was hard to suppress. I had to play this game. I couldn’t let them know that I knew. Not yet. “What… happened?”

“I don’t remember much…” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I don’t remember what happened… or the fall…”

Darius’s eyes softened with false sympathy, but there was a flicker of impatience in his expression. He didn’t want me to remember. He wanted me to stay as I was—weak, helpless, and unaware.

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, almost too eager. “Don’t worry about anything right now. Just rest. Everything’s going to be fine.”

But it wasn’t fine. It would never be fine, not until I had made them pay for everything they had done to me and the life they had taken.

“We’ll get through this together,” Darius said, his words hollow feigning affection.

I smiled weakly, pretending to be dazed, but inside, I was seething with the fury of everything I had lost.

The memory of my child, the betrayal from my best friend, my husband’s involvement in this horror—it was all too much to bear. But I had to keep pretending.

I had to make them believe they were still in control, until the moment I was ready to take it all back.