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Elodie
“Happy anniversary bab—” The words die in my throat at the person who walks in behind him … The door has flown open with a loud thud, making me raise a hand to my chest, soothing my frightened heart. My eyes lit up, filled with smiles the moment my husband walked in, but then it faltered at the sight of her. “Serena.” I frown, taking in my threat of a step-sister. I blink to make sure I’m seeing very clearly. She grins, wide and malicious. “Elodie.” She’s truly here then, it’s not a figment of my imagination. “What are you doing here?” I snap, brows dipping in both confusion and irritation. I turn to my husband. “Mason, babe, what is she doing here?” He rolls his eyes. “Who gave you the right to question me or whoever I bring into my house?” “Serena.” I face my step-sister again, my patience wearing thin. “I asked you a question!” Before the words even land, a hand cracks across my face. Pain sear up my cheeks. “Are you out of your mind? Questioning my guest?” Mason roars. I froze, a hand cupping my cheek, eyes watering. “Y-you hit me?” I manage to ask, voice barely audible. That’s when I see it. Mason’s hand were curled firmly around Serena’s waist. “What’s going on, babe?” I ask, whimpering. Until understanding dawn on me, and as if she was waiting for that moment…Serena smiles. “Forgive my manners, sister” she chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves, “but for your own good, I suggest you be nicer to your soon to be saviour.” “Saviour?” I scoff, sniffling. “What exactly are you saving me from, Serena?” She ignores me, rubbing her belly while inspecting the house I spent hours decorating for Mason and my anniversary. “Meanwhile, I love this deco,” she said, “You really put so much effort into preparing for my coming, dear sister.” Her sly chuckle fills the air. I clench my fists, the surge to bang her head across the wall came to me. “Honey, what is the meaning of this madness?” I turn to face Mason. “Here,” he says and shove some papers to me. “This bears the answer to your question Elodie, and let this be the last time I ever hear you say that word ‘Honey’ to my face.” he spat. My pupils dilate at what I read, jaw dropping. “Divorce?” I gawk. “Yes Elodie, I want a divorce, and you have just thirty days to respond. If not, the petition will be granted automatically.” His words echo like it's the easiest thing to say. My heart skips a beat and I crumble the papers in my hands. "Why Mason?" I ask, my voice uneven, sobs growing louder. “I don't love you anymore Elodie,” he squints, his brows furrows. “And I can't keep living with a fellow man disguised as a woman” What is that even suppose to mean? “This can't be.” I shook my head. “Tell me it's a joke.” Mason shrugs. “The earlier you realise you have no space in this house anymore, the better for you.” A chill ran down my spine, fear causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin, “Are you sending me out?” “Yes, I am.” He turns to Serena, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. “ Serena here is carrying my child, and she has come to stay.” And I thought he couldn’t hurt me further. My heart Squeezes in my throat, a fresh wave of tears stinging the back of my eyes. “A child..?” I stumble backward. “No… that can't be true.” I mutter to myself, voice trembling. I rub my chest, trying to ease the pain that is encased there. With watery eyes, I look up at Mason. “Is this what I get from being an obedient and submissive wife to you?” Just then a soft click on the marble floor interrupts me. “Obedient? You?” Regina, my mother in-law cut in. She steps towards me, eyes hard. “Well if you must be reminded, you are a worthless barren bitch. Your mother must be rolling in her grave.” “Mother Stop!” I scream, shivering. But in one swift motion, my husband's hand lands harsh on my face for the second time. My teeth bit down on my tongue, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth. “You shut up!” Mason yells. “And don't ever raise your voice to my mother.” This is what I get, isn’t it? After three years of marriage. I wipe away the thin line of tears on my face. My eyes drift and meet my mother-in-law's. She smiles like an innocent old woman, but all I could see were those disgusting wrinkles stretching with amusement. “And for your information Elodie,” she continues, “Serena is already married to my son, so sign those papers as soon as you can.” My heart pounds in my chest. Snot mix with tears, trailing down my cheeks. What wrong have I done to incur this cruelty from the people I call family? My mother-in-law then turns and walks over to Serena, pulling her into a hug. “The deserving daughter is finally here." And the words cut me more than the others. "Oh mother, thank you.” Serena replies with a smile. The sight of it makes me feel nauseous. “Let's go to the dining table, dinner will soon be served." Regina says. “Your loss.” Serena smirks and shoves past me. I stumble back from the impact. The words feel like a bullet shooting straight at me, each of them shattering my already fragile heart. I watch helplessly as they enjoy the food I made to celebrate my three years anniversary. I close my eyes against the rush of pain that fills me. My step sister has won again, but this will be the last time, I swear. Grabbing a pen on the table, I scribble down my signature, tears staining some of the words. After that, I begin to make my way upstairs to the matrimonial room, when my mother-in-law's voice stops me. "Where do you think you’re going, you slut?” “I...I," I sniffled, wiping my tears before finding the words, "I want to get my things.” She laughs, mocking. “Empty you came, and empty you would return.” “But I..." “No buts!” She cut me off. “Now get out, and if I ever see you close to this mansion again, you will spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars.” "Or better still, we send her to her mother." Serena adds and they all laugh at her words. I wish the ground could just let me have a space beneath it now, but I won't break completely in front of them. They might have gotten the upper hand today, but no more. Taking in a deep breath, I spoke again. “I will leave, it's…” “Leave the ring too,” Regina snaps back. “It belongs to the real wife now.” My jaw tightens, my heart breaks a million times more. The sudden realization that this is really happening aches more than I’d like to admit. My fingers graze the wedding band, the one I hadn't taken off since the day I vowed forever. “You will all regret this," I want to say, but when Mason's lips smacks on Serena’s into a passionate kiss... I lost my voice, the word dying off. Slipping the ring off, I place it gently on the console table. And then, I walk out… without even looking back.ElodieMy face brightens up as my eyes fall on her. Vivian.She’s standing not too far from me, blinking like she is unsure if It's really me.I gasp, as a warm relief wraps around me.At least… It's her. Of all people, it's her. “Vivian,” I breathe out, forcing a tired smile. “Why of all people?!”“Elodie? It's really you. What do you even mean?” she says, her voice shifting from surprise to excitement. Then she rushes forward.We fell into a hug. She wraps me tightly with joy. “You are the last person I expect to see here.” I answer, holding back the tears pressing up in my eyes.“It's been ages!” Her warm voice echoes. “You disappeared, girl. Without a word…”I smile exhaustively. “It's not what you think.”She pulls back from me a little, her eyes scanning me with that same old knowing look. “Then what is it?” She rolls her eyes playfully.“It’s been almost ten years since I last saw you.” She draws closer and hugs me again. I've missed you so much.”“I missed you too,” I whis
Elodie“God, Please…” I whisper shakily. “Don't take him from me.”I glance sideways at the man behind the wheel. The idiot who hit my son.His face remains pale, and there's blood near his temple. He holds tightly to the steering wheel.But it doesn't move me at all.I press my trembling hands in my chest, trying to steady the storm. This is his fault, his exact act of recklessness.And now I'm back to this city, this one place I swore I'd never set my foot in again.I can't run into Mason. I can't run into his wife.They must never find out about Liam.Not now. Not ever.To them, I must remain the barren ex. The woman they threw away like trash.Tension grows thicker in me, I grip the edge of my blouse in my fingers.Liam, I'll protect you. Even if I have to fight the devil himself. I will keep you safe.“Can you drive any faster?” I snap at him. Frustration rises within me the more I look at him.He blinks hard. “I apologise ma, I didn't mean to…”“Just drive.” I cut him off.“I
Travis“Any news yet?” Nathan's voice drifts from the other side of the phone, “Have you heard from…?”I shrug, swirling the wine in my glass. “Not yet.” “But it's been years, Travis,” Nathan says. “You don't even remember her face. Or her name.”“But I remember how I felt,” I murmur, a sad smile creeping onto my lips. “That night was the only time I've felt that way with another except Serena.”Nathan sighs. “Who chases an unknown shadow for Five years?”“A man who has nothing else that makes sense." I answer with a lower voice now.He softens, his tone calmer. “There are still good women out there. Women who'd treat you better, if…”“If I just let go?” I cut in, a bitter chuckle slipping through. “I already did that once. You saw how it ended.” He fell silent for a beat. “Serena betrayed you, yes I'm aware. But not every woman is like her.”My grip on the glass tightens. The pain is still there, buried under ambition and denial. “I know. But I can't fake closure.”Nathan groans l
ElodieMy inconsistency at the workplace has been piling up, and today is one of those days I have to send yet another email asking for permission to be absent.My finger glides across the red button and it clicks Send.I sit quietly, staring at the white ceiling of the hospital when the doctor walks in with a file and a wide smile on her face.That kind of smile that is either too good… or about a change in everything.“Congratulations, Elodie,” she says softly, “you’re pregnant.”My heart races, skipping a beat as I blink once.Twice.Then I laugh.Not a happy laugh. A bitter, cracked sound that makes the nurse beside her shift uncomfortably.“I think you're mistaken here,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I can't be.”But the smile on her face didn't falter. “I ran the test twice. You're eight weeks along. There's no mistake.”My throat tightens, and my fingers curl around the strap of my purse, squeezing it like I’m holding on to reality.Pregnant?Me?“How?” I squint as the word s
ElodieNow, here I am again… back at this monter’s home. My head is buried beside my neck.Words that cannot be uttered remain in my mind, pounding my heart as a pestle does to a mortar.Loud music fills the air, but somehow, it is no match for the voices screaming in my mind. I sit in the farthest corner, nursing down my third glass of tequila to dull the pain. I haven’t say a word. I just keep hearing the same three words over and over again:“Saviour… Pregnant…Married.”“Saviour…Pregnant... Married.” I keep on repeating the same thing.What do they take me for?A stinking, barren bitch?Really?I let out a deep breath. I shouldn't be drinking.Not after how badly it embarrassed me the last time, four years ago.He saved me that night… and wh..what did he make of it?He strips me of dignity and ruins me again.How could it be so easy for him to be done with me?Just like that.After three good years of my life?Mason used to be my safe place. My last resort, my only constant.What
Elodie“Happy anniversary bab—” The words die in my throat at the person who walks in behind him …The door has flown open with a loud thud, making me raise a hand to my chest, soothing my frightened heart.My eyes lit up, filled with smiles the moment my husband walked in, but then it faltered at the sight of her. “Serena.” I frown, taking in my threat of a step-sister.I blink to make sure I’m seeing very clearly.She grins, wide and malicious. “Elodie.”She’s truly here then, it’s not a figment of my imagination.“What are you doing here?” I snap, brows dipping in both confusion and irritation.I turn to my husband. “Mason, babe, what is she doing here?”He rolls his eyes. “Who gave you the right to question me or whoever I bring into my house?”“Serena.” I face my step-sister again, my patience wearing thin. “I asked you a question!”Before the words even land, a hand cracks across my face. Pain sear up my cheeks. “Are you out of your mind? Questioning my guest?” Mason roars.I f







