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THE SECRET HEIRESS
THE SECRET HEIRESS
Author: Cu te

Chapter 1

Author: Cu te
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-12 19:54:38

TAMERA'S POV

I couldn’t breathe. My cheeks were still burning from the sting of Max’s hand. I stood frozen in the living room, surrounded by the people I once called family, feeling the ache of betrayal deep in my chest.

“Thief!” Delores, Max's mom, spat at me. “I always knew you weren’t good enough for my son, and now, you’ve proven it.”

Her hand struck my face before I could even react. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Max. My Max. My husband. How could he believe this? How could he think I would steal from them? He had even hit me.

“I didn’t do it!” I managed to choke out. “I swear, I didn’t take anything.”

Max stood across from me. His face was hard, and his jaw was set. His arms were crossed over his chest like a wall I couldn’t break through. His once warm brown eyes were cold, unforgiving, as if the man I loved was no longer standing there. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the man who promised to love me forever.

He didn’t say a word as Delores stepped closer.

“Liar,” Delores said. “You think we don’t know what kind of woman you are? You’ve been nothing but a parasite ever since you married Max. Taking everything for yourself, and now this?”

I felt the tears rising, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of her.

“Max, please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You know me. You know I would never—”

“Shut up, Tamara.” His words hit me like a punch, knocking the breath from my lungs. He had never spoken to me like this. Ever. He used to hold me when I cried, kiss away my pain, and tell me everything would be okay. Now he looked at me like I was nothing.

I didn’t recognize him anymore.

“Max, listen to me, please,” I whispered, stepping toward him, desperate to reach the part of him that still loved me, if it even existed anymore. “I didn’t take the jewelry. I don’t know how this happened, but I swear, I didn’t do it.”

His expression didn’t change. If anything, it hardened.

“You’re pathetic,” he muttered, looking down at me with disgust. “I can’t believe I ever trusted you.”

His words sliced through me. My legs felt weak, but I stood tall, trying to hold onto what little dignity I had left. I had no idea why Max and his family thought I stole his mother's jewelry. I would never do anything like that.

“Max…” My voice broke, and I hated myself for it. “How can you believe this? I love you. I’ve only ever loved you.”

“You love yourself,” Anya, his sister, sneered from the side of the room. “That’s the only person you’ve ever cared about. This whole time, you’ve been playing us, taking advantage of Max’s kindness, of our family’s generosity.”

“I didn’t take anything!” I cried out. “I would never do that to you. To any of you.”

Delores stepped forward again, her face inches from mine.

“Get out,” she hissed, her breath hot on my skin. “You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve Max.”

The lump in my throat grew until I could barely breathe. I looked at Max, pleading with my eyes, silently begging him to stop this. To come to my defense. But he stood there, still, unmoving, as if he was watching a stranger. And then he said the words that broke me completely.

“I’m calling the police.”

I gasped. In a second, the room spun around me. The words hit me so hard that I stumbled a little.

“What?” I whispered, looking at him in disbelief. “No, Max, you can’t—”

“They’ll take care of this,” he said coldly, reaching for his phone. “We’ll let them deal with your lies.”

“Max, please,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face now. “Please, don’t do this.”

But he ignored me. He dialed the number with a chilling calmness that made my stomach turn. The room felt like it was closing in on me now, suffocating me.

The police arrived, and everything happened so fast. I barely had time to speak, to explain myself, before they were handcuffing me and leading me out the door. I glanced back one last time, hoping, praying, that Max would stop them. That he’d realize this was a mistake. But he just watched, his face stone-cold as they took me away.

--

The cell was cold. Dark.

The air smelled of sweat and fear. I had been there for what felt like forever, but in reality, it had only been a day. A day since the man I loved, the man I would have done anything for, turned his back on me. Accused me of something I didn’t do.

I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, heard his voice telling me I was pathetic. That he didn’t believe me. That I was nothing to him.

The door to the cell opened, and a warden stepped in.

"You have a visitor."

I got up, making my way to the visiting room. In that moment, I knew it was Max, and I let myself hope a little. When I entered, I saw him seated in a corner.

He was finally there. He had come to take me home. He had realized it was all a mistake. He would apologize, hold me in his arms, and everything would be okay.

But when I took a seat opposite him, he didn’t look at me with warmth or regret. He looked at me with cold indifference. And in his hand, there was an envelope.

“Max?” My voice trembled. “You came to get me out?”

He said nothing. Just dropped the envelope onto the table between us. It landed with a heavy thud, and my heart sank.

“What is this?” I asked.

“Divorce papers.” His voice was flat, emotionless. Like I didn’t mean anything to him anymore.

I stared at the envelope in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t real. It was a nightmare. Any second now, I would wake up, and Max would be beside me, holding me close. Telling me he loved me.

But the papers were real. And so was the pain slicing through my chest.

“Sign them,” he said, crossing his arms. “And you’ll be free to go.”

I blinked, my vision blurring with fresh tears. “You’re… divorcing me?”

Max didn’t flinch. Didn’t soften. “You should’ve thought about that before you stole from my family.”

“I didn’t steal anything. Max, you know me. You know I would never—”

“I don’t know you,” he cut me off in a harsh tone. “Not anymore.”

My heart shattered into a million pieces. The final pieces of it crumbled to dust. There was a painful ache in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. I thought I had more time. More time to fix this, to make him see that I loved him. But he was already gone.

“I love you,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please… don’t do this.”

Max let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You’re pathetic, Tamara. I don’t know why I ever thought you were worth my time.”

I stared at him, the man I loved, the man I married, and realized that the person I thought he was no longer existed. Or maybe he never did.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I reached for the pen, my hands shaking. I didn’t want to sign. I didn’t want to let him go. But there was no choice.

I scribbled my name on the dotted line. My heart broke with every stroke of the pen.

Max watched me with a cruel smile. And when I was done, he laughed.

“Good luck with your life,” he said mockingly before turning and walking away without a second glance.

He walked out of the room, leaving me sitting there alone. My tears fell silently onto the cold floor.

And this time, there was no one to wipe them away.

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I was expecting something else from Me. Max, why a divorce paper?? interesting
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