Chapter three

I stepped inside the mansion that I had lived in for seven years with Logan. A sad smile curled up on my lips as I glanced around the place. 

The domestic staff were done decorating and arranging the whole place for the night. 

Tears trailed down my face as my eyes landed on the small wedding picture flame of me and Logan placed in the middle of the dining table.

This is all in the past now, I dragged in a sharp breath and blinked back my tears.

 

I hurried upstairs, locking the door behind me before screaming into the empty air. I screamed, and yelled, venting out all my frustration. 

I can’t deny the fact that it hurt. 

It hurts so bad, where do I start with the little soul growing inside me? 

But again, even if I had to suffer, I will never allow them to know about my baby. 

People that don't love me, is it my baby that they will love? Besides, they had always wanted the child just to secure the properties, not anything special. 

I let out a sad laugh before pulling out my box and placing it on top of the bed. With a heavy heart, I kept on tossing my clothes inside the box. 

I clutched my clothes, sobbing before shoving them inside. 

I went to the restroom and picked up my toiletries and shoved everything inside my box. 

After packing the essential things that I needed, I zipped my bag and pushed it toward the door. I opened the door to leave but immediately paused in my spot and then turned to look at the room once again. 

Tears rushed back into my eyes as memories flashed in my head; it had never been a good memory. Even our sex life was as simple as a weightless wind. 

  The few times we had had sex was like he had been forced into sleeping with me, there was nothing like foreplay or any pleasure. 

I smiled and stared down at my stomach, I stroked it twice. Blinking back my tears. 

There is nothing left for me here. 

I need to leave before he returns. 

I opened the door and started walking down the stairs, dragging my box along with me.  

  “Good afternoon, madame." Lily, one of my domestic staff, hurried up to me. 

Her gaze fell on the box and then back at me. I can see the tears in her eyes, she doesn’t need to say much. I already know that they have already seen the news. 

“Lily," I smiled at her, holding myself from breaking down. 

I can see the pitiful faces of the domestic staff, they looked sad seeing me leave. 

I managed to smile at them, struggling not to burst into tears in front of them. I waved at them and opened the door and walked away. 

The chauffeur rushed up to me, immediately I stepped outside. “Let me help you with that, madame." 

“Is fine, Abraham." For the first time I addressed him by his name, and he paused. The stoic face he had been putting on faded away and concern appeared on his face. 

“Where are you going from here?" He asked and I just smiled. “I don't know yet, Abraham." 

That’s the simple truth, I don’t even know where to go from here. 

The only thing in my mind is just to keep going, away from anything that has to do with Winston. 

“I can still drop you off,” he insisted but I shook my head in return. “I will just take a taxi, just be fine, and continue to be good." I patted his shoulder and turned to leave when mistakenly the chain in my handbag got stuck in the hook of his wristwatch. 

I tried to force it out and my bag immediately fell to the ground, the hook opening and my stuff poured out on the floor.

Fuck it. 

“So sorry, ma, I will help you," Abraham said apologetically and stooped down to help me. 

“Is fine,” I said and quickly shoved the items back inside my bag without knowing that I left a sealed white envelope behind. 

"Madame!” Abraham called from behind but my phone immediately buzzed and I picked it up to see that it was the taxi driver. 

“Bye, Abraham.” I hollered not stopping and not turning back. 

Walking out of the gate, I opened the door and climbed in. 

I can see Abraham rushing outside with something in his hand…. I didn’t clearly get to see the stuff as the driver drove off. 

Silent tears slid down my face, as I stared outside the window. 

I had endured watching Logan mess around with other girls for seven years but sleeping with my sister was the height of it all. Not only did he sleep with her but he also got her pregnant. 

That was the highest disrespect! 

They didn’t deserve me, none of them did. 

Fuck you all! 

I bit hard on my lips and blinked back the tears. 

I looked down at my stomach and let out a painful snort of laughter. 

I had lived all my life as the desperate wife of Logan Winston and I didn’t know that I was losing myself.

“Where do I go from here?" The question continued echoing in my head. 

First, I didn’t have enough funds to start with.

I might have been married to the hottest and richest billionaire in the city, but my needs were neglected. My stay there was just like an invisible breeze, even my life was neglected as well. 

The wife of a cobbler might even be more financially stable than me right now. That’s how pathetic I had lived my life. 

“Where exactly do I go from here?" Immediately the thought echoed back in my head again, my best friend, Matilda, crossed my mind. 

I had cut ties with her after I got married to Logan, she had never loved the Winston family. She hates the way I was treated. 

And that made me stop talking to her then thinking that she wasn’t happy for me but now I have come to realize what she meant. 

I have always been a fool for seven years.

 

Picking up my phone, I first used the little savings in my account and booked the next flight to Seoul. 

I dialed her number, it rang twice but she didn’t pick up. 

I sighed and dropped my phone by the side of my seat and leaned my head back. If I reach Seoul, what will I do, since Matilda isn’t picking? 

“Madam, we are almost close to the airport," the taxi driver said, causing my heart to throb faster. 

Fuck…. What should I do? 

I didn’t even have any funds on me right now. 

I was lost in my thoughts, but the constant buzzing of my phone snagged my attention. 

I glanced at the screen and my heart skipped immediately, it was Matilda. 

“Matilda," 

"Vicky,” Hearing her voice sent a shiver of warmth into my chest. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t with my phone when you called. Where are you and besides how have you been?” She sounded so enthusiastic that I chuckled and wiped my tears. 

Goodness, I have missed her so much. 

“I have divorced Logan," I said and there was a sudden silence from her side. 

“Matilda," I called her name after a few minutes of silence. 

“Sorry, I am still here, really?" She said, I heard her let out a sigh. 

"Yes, I had already booked the next flight to Seoul.” 

“Wait! Are you serious?" She sounded surprised.

 

  “Yes, I have nowhere to go," I said, waiting with my breath lodged in my throat for her response. 

And after a few minutes of prolonged silence, I heard her let out a deep confused sigh. 

“You know you are always welcome, I will be waiting for you at the airport.” She replied and I let out a sigh of relief. 

Even after three years of not talking with each other, her concern for me is still overwhelming. 

“Thank you, Matilda," I said in a hoarse voice, before dragging in a deep breath. 

“Is nothing, I will be waiting," she said and disconnected the call. 

I smiled and dropped my phone by my side, rubbing my stomach as a wide relief smile appeared on my face…… Thank goodness!!!!