Divorce Papers

AYAH'S POV

"You paid the bills? You didn’t need to do that," I told Bryan. I had just found out that he was the one who saved me—and he even paid the hospital bills.

Wait… how did he even know I was there?

Just as I was about to ask him, a familiar figure caught my eye.

It was Ethan and Mia.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect our baby from Ayah," Mia said as if she truly felt guilty.

Protect the baby from me?

I clearly remember how she deliberately acted like I pushed her when, in fact, she threw herself down the stairs.

And what? Our baby?

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you and the baby from Ayah's immaturity," Ethan said. "I swear, I'll make her pay for this."

He spoke as if I wasn't his wife.

Now everything was clear.

He didn’t love me anymore. The moment his first love returned, I became nothing more than a wife on paper.

This time, I needed to step back.

There wasn't even a competition between Mia and me. I already knew how it would end.

Suddenly, a tall figure stepped in front of me, blocking my view of them.

It was Bryan.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, confused.

"What? Is my handsome face not enough for you to stare at?" he said casually. "Why are you looking at garbage?"

He really hadn't changed. I thought he would be different after all these years, but it seemed like he was still the same.

I laughed.

"What? Aren't you done showing off your face to everyone and saying it looks good?" I said sarcastically, making a face at him. "Thanks for the information. We definitely didn't know that."

He clutched his chest dramatically as if my words had wounded him.

Maybe he was trying to compete with Mia's acting skills.

"You pretend not to know even though you can clearly see it? That's insane," he replied sarcastically.

Then he casually placed his arm around my shoulders and offered to take me home.

"This boastful b*stard," I muttered. "Am I blind? Because I really can't see what you're talking about."

"That's because you have terrible taste. You prefer someone who looks basic," he shot back.

We kept arguing like that all the way home. It was obviously a fake argument, but somehow it made me laugh.

I didn't even realize Ethan had arrived before us and was already waiting outside the house until he suddenly spoke.

"Is this what a married woman does?"

His voice made me stop.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were there," I said innocently, trying to suppress my sarcasm.

"Thank you for bringing her home," Ethan said coldly to Bryan. "But you don't need to do that again. I don't want this happening in the future."

Bryan didn't even bother responding.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself," he told me before walking away.

I watched as he got into his car and drove off.

Once he was gone, I entered the house without saying a word.

"Are you cheating on me with him?" Ethan asked as he followed me inside. "You know I hate that man, right?"

I was too exhausted to deal with his nonsense, so I ignored him.

My silence only irritated him more.

"What? Why won't you answer me?" he demanded. "Did you two go on a date? Did you sleep with him to get back at me? For heaven's sake, Ayah, Mia and I are just friends."

His voice alone was enough to make my head ache.

Furious, I turned to face him.

"Seriously? You're accusing me of cheating on you?" I snapped. "Have you forgotten what I witnessed?"

"Ayah, I'm not accusing you," he replied. "What you saw at Mia's place isn't what you think. I was just letting my frustrations out because you've been so annoying these past few days. I'm sorry you had to see that, but let's just forget about it."

Then he added coldly,

"Actually, you're the one who did something wrong. Mia had a miscarriage because of your immaturity and unreasonable jealousy. You have no right to be angry at her."

There he goes again.

Ignoring the fact that they cheated and blaming everything on me.

"I didn't push her down the stairs," I said firmly. "She did it herself to gain your sympathy. And look—she succeeded."

Why was I even explaining myself?

"You know what? This is pointless," I said before turning away.

I went upstairs to my room—not our room.

He kept calling my name and telling me to come back, but I ignored him.

I was done listening to his nonsense.

The moment I entered my room, I walked straight to the safe where I had hidden everything about my pregnancy.

Then I suddenly remembered something.

Bryan knew about it.

No way.

I quickly grabbed my phone and sent him a message.

"Don't you dare tell anyone that I was pregnant and had a miscarriage!"

Sent.

A few seconds later, he replied.

"You were? I don't remember."

I smiled.

That meant he would take that secret to his grave.

After some time, I left my room and walked to Ethan's office.

Everything was still neat—just the way I used to keep it.

Then something on his desk caught my attention.

A photo frame.

Our wedding picture.

I walked closer and picked it up.

Back then… we were happy.

As I was about to put it back, I noticed another photo hidden behind the frame.

Curious, I pulled it out.

The moment I saw it, my heart froze.

It was a picture of Ethan and Mia when they were still together.

Did he secretly love her all this time?

I quietly placed the photo back where I found it.

Then my eyes drifted to the papers lying on his desk.

My heart dropped the moment I read them.

Divorce papers.

With my husband's signature.