WILLOW
Tears streamed down my face, my body trembling with a mixture of heartache and anger. How could they? How could Lucas, the man I vowed to love and cherish, betray me in such a callous manner? And his own family, who had never accepted me, now embraced this woman with open arms?! The pain of their collective betrayal weighed heavily on my spirit, threatening to drag me into a bottomless abyss of despair.I clutched my chest, struggling to catch my breath as the realization of the magnitude of their deception washed over me. The marriage I believed in, the love I thought we shared, was nothing more than an illusion!Now I feel glad that my mother-in-law killed me. I had the chance to be reborn and see the circumstances that happened in my life. I was too dumb. Too naive. Too stupid! I had been nothing but a pawn in their game, a trophy wife meant to satisfy their desires and uphold their image!Through tear-stained eyes, I watched aWILLOWThe memories of Lucas's betrayal replayed in my mind like a cruel filmstrip. The pain of his infidelity cut deep, piercing my heart with every recollection. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, as anger and resentment surged through me."How could he do this to me?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling with a mix of anguish and disbelief. "How could he betray our marriage and choose someone else over me? He has been cheating me for so long!"Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I tried to make sense of it all. I had believed in our marriage, in the vows we had exchanged, and in the love we had shared. But now, all those promises felt like empty echoes, shattered by the reality of his unfaithfulness.A bitter laugh escaped my lips, tinged with a touch of self-mockery. "I guess I was never enough for him, was I?" I said, my voice filled with bitterness. "I was just a trophy wife, a convenient facade to maintain his image. And now, he's found some
WILLOWLucas was beside me, sitting at their extravagant dining table, surrounded by the opulence of the Davis family, a heavy tension filled the air. The clinking of silverware and the murmurs of conversation only served to emphasize my isolation within their world.Harper's icy glare bore into me, her displeasure evident in every line of her face. With a condescending tone, she directed her words towards me, her voice laced with mockery. "Willow, my dear, I must say, it's quite entertaining to have you join us tonight. Such an unexpected surprise!” Her voice is full of sarcasm. I know I could feel it.The room erupted into polite chuckles, their laughter disguising the underlying cruelty. I felt like a fragile bird trapped in a gilded cage, an object of amusement for their entertainment.Brittany leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, as if assessing my worth. "Tell me, Willow, have you ever attended a charity gala? Rubbed shoulders with influential figures
WILLOWI can still recall the time when Lucas and I endeavored to conceive a child. It was a profoundly distressing past. And as much as possible, I prefer not to recollect it. But it persistently resurfaces now that I've unveiled Lucas's faithlessness.I took a seat opposite Lucas in our warm and inviting living room, my hands anxiously intertwined as I mustered the courage to disclose my innermost longing. The expectation lingered in the atmosphere, heavy with aspiration and uncertainty. This was a dialogue we both yearned for, yet it bore its own burden."Lucas," I softly commenced, my voice infused with a mixture of enthusiasm and unease, "I believe I am prepared. Prepared to embark on the next phase, prepared to introduce a little one into our existence."Lucas's eyes widened, a glimmer of joy dancing within them. His countenance illuminated with a radiant smile, and his voice quivered with a fusion of happiness and disbelief. "Willow, are you sincere? Do you truly desire to have
WILLOWThe following day arrived, and I found myself occupying the confines of a clinical doctor's office, my heart pulsating with a blend of eager anticipation and trepidation. The obstetrician-gynecologist commenced elucidating the outcomes of the previously conducted examinations. Each utterance that escaped her lips felt akin to an arrow, impaling me with excruciating veracity I had not steeled myself to confront.She maintained a composed and professional demeanor, her voice resounding with an air of detachment against the tempestuous whirlwind of emotions raging within me. "Willow, I'm regretful to inform you that the test results suggest the presence of a condition that impairs your fertility. You have received a diagnosis of infertility, a circumstance that presents formidable challenges to the conception of a child."The room appeared to swirl around me as her words permeated my consciousness. Infertility. The gravity of that term descended upon me like an oppressive weight,
WILLOWA stifling silence enveloped us as my words hung in the air, pregnant with significance. Lucas's countenance transformed, his smile fading into an expression of incredulity and denial. Nervous laughter escaped him, a feeble attempt to dismiss my disclosure as a malicious jest, a fabrication intended to toy with his emotions."You must be joking, Willow," he muttered, his voice tinged with a subtle undercurrent of unease. "This cannot be real. It's an elaborate prank, isn't it?"My heart sank at his reaction, the weight of the situation etched upon his features. Tears welled within the depths of my eyes as I grappled with the comprehension of his response. I had anticipated shock, sadness, perhaps even disappointment, but the fiery anger that now consumed him caught me off guard."No, Lucas, I'm not joking," I implored, my voice quivering under the weight of our shattered dreams. "The doctor spoke the truth. I cannot bear children. I am infertile."His laughter transmuted into a
WILLOWI can still remember how Lucas abused me in any way he could after he learned I was barren…The once warm and loving relationship we had was now a distant memory, replaced by resentment and disdain. I mustered up the courage to confront him, to salvage what little remained of our shattered marriage."Why are you doing this, Lucas?" I pleaded, my voice trembling with a mix of hurt and confusion. "We used to be so happy together. What happened to us?"Lucas scoffed, his eyes devoid of any tenderness or compassion. "What happened, Willow? You happened! Your inability to give me a child has turned our marriage into a mockery!”His words struck me like a dagger, each one piercing deeper into my wounded soul. I fought back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes, my voice quivering with the weight of unspoken pain."But I thought love was supposed to be unconditional," I whispered, desperation seeping into my words. "I thought we vowed to be there for each other, through thick an
WILLOWThe air grew heavy with tension as Lucas's accusatory words hung in the air. His words sliced through me like a sharpened blade, brimming with disdain and fury. "What in the world are you doing in my workplace, Willow?" he jeered, his voice steeped in animosity.Summoning the last vestiges of my resilience, I mustered a smile amidst the trails of tears that marred my cheeks. Extending the lunch box, I clung to a glimmer of hope, yearning for this small act to bridge the expansive divide that had manifested between us. "I am your wife, Lucas. I possess the rightful presence here. I prepared a meal for you. I thought... I thought maybe you would be happy to have something from me," I stammered, my voice trembling.But my feeble attempt at reconciliation only seemed to fuel his anger. His words struck me with a force that left me reeling, shattering the last remnants of hope within me. "You really think I need your lunchbox, Willow? I'm the fucking CEO! I'm a billionaire! I can e
WILLOWAs I sat alone in the darkness, a fire ignited within me. I can still remember all that pain. The pain and betrayal that I had endured over the years fueled my determination to rise myself. No longer would I succumb to victimhood within this cruel realm of love and treachery. I harnessed the power to overturn the tables and inflict the pain they had inflicted upon me."Lucas, you thought you could deceive me, hurt me, and discard me without consequences," I muttered, my voice filled with venomous determination. "But you underestimated me. You have no idea what I am capable of. I was given the chance to be reborn,”A cold, calculating smile crept across my lips as I began to devise my plan. I would expose their affair to the world, shattering the facade of their perfect lives. They would endure the burden of their deceit and face the consequences of their actions. However, timing is paramount. Each element must fall into place in due course."They dared to mock, belittle, and tr