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Zara's POV

Sex wasn’t the same anymore. Nothing has been the same since –

My thoughts were interrupted when my phone dinged.

I rushed to check it, hoping it was a message from him, maybe to wish me a happy birthday, but it was from an anonymous number. Confusion had taken over my expression as I clicked the videotape he or she had sent to me.

At first glance, I did not know how to react. It looked like my husband was dancing and romancing another woman in a setting that seemed to be a club. But Zane would never do such a thing. He would never hurt me that way.

Taking a better look, my heart sank in an instant as I realized it was my husband for real!

A blonde-haired lady was rubbing her body on his while his hand caressed her body, then she turned around and KISSED HIM!

My phone fell from my hand, everything went silent. All I could hear was the slow beating of my heart.

My chest tightened. I struggled to breathe as I stared at the video, the terrible act went on without an end, their tongues kept sliding into each other’s mouths.

He was busy making out with another woman while I was stuck at home, still healing from the transplant three weeks ago..

I gave up everything for him, my life, my legacy, my body, everything. But apparently, I was wrong to have trusted him.

This wasn’t the man I married, or at least I had hoped he wasn’t, but I had been seeing the signs..

Every single night, I waited to embrace him, but he returned home drunk. I tried to question him as to why he was so late, but he ignored me. He would just grumpily respond, telling me that he was too busy with work to even attend to his phone unless it was a call from a contractor.

I thought the accident was still taking a toll on him. I made excuses for him, thinking he loved me too. I hoped he would stop being so nonchalant and return to the charming prince he was.

A sudden sob tore through me, letting out all the pain I had ignored and kept buried for weeks.

I did not know how long I had been there, but I sat there, crying like a little child who had misplaced herself from her parents.

Just then, the door opened, and Zane walked in.

“I’m sure you fucked your so hard that you forgot today was my birthday,” I said, anger hinting at my tone.

“Why do you sound like that?” He asked, noticing the change in my demeanor tonight.

“Why?” I asked him, the pain inside of me causing my entire body to throb. ‘ How could you do this to me? I thought you were still tired from the accident, but why did you have to hurt me like this?” My voice broke as fresh tears poured down my face.

He squinted his eyes, looking confused, and was about to speak, but I had no time for puny games, so I showed him the video on my phone.

The moment realization hit him, his brown eyes grew empty of all emotions, and his shoulders slouched slightly.

So I was right, that woman was the work he had to do every single night, leaving me alone at home like his dog and not his wife.

Just the thought of it caused my heart to grow heavy, and more tears flushed down my face.

“How did you get that video?” He asked me, his thick brow arching.

“Does it even matter how I got it? Is that what is important to you here?!” I raised my voice at him. “Is it the fact that I got the video you should focus on or the fact that the video even exists?!”

How could you do this to me, Zane?!” I asked in a heartbroken and devastated tone as tears rolled down my cheeks once again, in torrents.

“I stood by your side when everyone else left you! Hell, I donated my skin to you!” I said in a frantic tone as I tried desperately to understand the reasons behind his actions.

“Stop being pathetic, Zara. You have lost the one thing that made you useful: your beauty, and in turn, your modelling career. The only woman who can secure my inheritance is Elora. You were only good while you lasted.” Zane said with a sneer on his lips.

“It's over between us,” Zane said with a tone of finality.

He turned to go upstairs but stopped abruptly. “I had hoped to allow you recover from the transplant and take your time to do whatever the fuck you want to around here but since it has come to this”. He bent over to take out a folder from his bag. “Here are our divorce papers. Sign it and get the fuck out of my house”.

The silence echoed with thunderous rage while Zane stood there and watched me, calm and cold with emotionless eyes.

My hands were shaking terribly, trying to get a grasp of the stack of papers he thrust into my hands. My eyes tearily scanned through the pages to be sure this wasn’t a prank. It was my birthday after all. He could be pulling a stunt.

“I don’t care if you sign it now or not”. Zane said

He dragged me by the shoulder, along with my shoes that were scattered on the floor where I was sobbing. I was too weak to resist his grasp. Too weak from trying to process everything that just happened today, on my birthday.

“Now get out of my life and don’t come back here again,” Zane said as he slammed the door in my face.

While I was still trying to process all that had happened, I heard a woman call out his name. I turned and saw a heavily pregnant woman as she walked towards the door.

Why did she look like the woman in the video?

Oh my God!