CHAPTER 2

Amber's Pov

What l couldn't believe was true, became the hardest reality to accept. After all these years of thinking my marriage was one of the best, or perhaps that was what l told myself.

Here l am, listening to the heart breaking voice mail of the same two people l just boasted of a while ago.

I didn't flinch, neither did l look composed.

You know that feeling when you're deeply hurt and heartbroken, but all you could do is stand there in the midst of the pain, marinating in every bit of it, replaying every word over and over in your mind.

In Kol's voice, “l love you Sierra, not your sister. Amber means nothing more than a baby mama to me.”

Yeah, that was exactly what l heard my so-called husband tell my sister, Sierra!

Two years of me being his wife felt nothing to Kol.. So, l have only been nothing but a baby machine to him.

For the past one year l have been taking fertility pills, going to the clinic for check ups, hoping each cycle would finally bring the miracle l longed for. Holding out, that a day would come that l will have my baby wrapped around my arms, and its chubby hand clicked tightly to my fingers.

Not just having a baby, but also wanting to give him an heir, which was very important to his family.

As if that wasn't enough, my step sister who l so much trusted that she couldn't hurt me, broke me completely with her next statement.

“Amber is fragile and foolish, make her believe you are still madly in love with her, give her the attention she needs, until she provides us an heir to your inheritance….”

Christ!

I can't believe this.. never in my life have l thought that my step sister would do such a thing to me.

Of course not! Who would ever think of such from the same person who brought our unions into existence.

“Tss.. you know baby, l was never in love with her from the onset, she was the one who pushed for this marriage,” Kol's voice interrupted her.

Wait! What?

I was the one who pushed for the marriage?!

No, no, my ears are probably not functioning well. My husband can't say that to me.

Maybe or just maybe they were in some kind of modeling role as usual.

No!

“This can't be real,” l muttered as l held the phone, drowning in denial.

“I'm afraid, it's the truth,” Drey pointed out, as though he was waiting to see my explosion.

“And that is not all,” a smirk crept around his lips as he pulled the phone from my hand. “Watch this,” he added.

And boom!

What happened next shattered every benefit of doubt I might have given them.

The way they hugged each other, the stares in their faces and the way they kissed each other wasn't just an ordinary friendship. It was as though they had been in love from the beginning, and this affection didn't just start overnight, it has been happening right under my nose.

The ease with which they pulled each other closer, the softness in their eyes as they looked at one another.

That exact stare that would always appear in Kol’s eyes during our intimate moments. The very same one he used whenever he confessed his love to me.

I knew that look. I had seen it countless times, felt the weight of it each time his eyes met mine.

And now… I was watching him give that same look to my sister.

There was no hesitation between them, no awkwardness of two in-laws who had only just crossed a line.

It all felt too familiar. Too natural

They moved like two people who already knew each other's bodies, each other's affection, each other's limits.

“Kol, how could you?!”

My heart sank as I watched them, my chest tightening with every passing second.

This didn't look like something that had happened once. It looked like something they had done before.

Perhaps. Countless times. In places I had never thought to look.

Every touch, every stare, every kiss seemed to carry a history I knew nothing about.

And that was what hurt the most.

The thought that while I was living my life, trusting both of them without a second thought, they could have been creating something between themselves right under my nose.

How could they do this to me? What have I done so wrong that is deserving of this punishment?

Was it a crime to have trusted them completely and allow them to travel together all the time?

Was every ‘l love you so much’ a lie? Did Kol actually never meant none of that?

I scoffed. “Fucking son of a bitch!”

With the last piece of shit l had left Inside of me, I stood there, trembling inside but perfectly still on the outside.

As usual, l have been trained to look perfect even when things doesn't seems like it.

And this is another day to showcase that skill.

I fought back every tear and refused to give Drey the reaction he probably has been looking for.

I swallowed the pain, and held up his gaze. “When has this been going on?”

He stared at me for a moment as though he was searching for how deep my heart had broken.

I have got to handle this my own way and make them pain for what they did to me without Drey’s Interference

“Are you sure you wanna hear about this?” he asked, nudging my question.

“Drey, don't play dumb. Finish what you have started,” l bursted out, biting my lower lip to suppress my brokenness.

“Uggh, fine,” he cleared out his throat. “l had my guy traced Sierra's schedule at all times. Then, he found out that she had been hooking up with a particular man,”

“So, l got furious and looked into it myself. Only, for me to discover that the man happens to be your husband,” he muttered sarcastically. “And the affair has been going on for a while now, right before your very gaze,” he added, as though he was trying to fuel more anger in me.

Which he did, actually.

“That’s enough,” l warned as l handed his phone back to him.

“That’s why she never responded to any of my texts. Such a bitch!” he cursed.

“Does your so-called guy knew about my husband?”

“No, he doesn't,” he replied.

“Good! Now, you need to do me a favour and leave my house,” l stated, and walked towards the door.

“What? Shouldn't you make them pay for what they did?” he persuaded, staring confusedly at me.

Which l will, but not with him in my house.

I shoved the pain back down, refusing to let it surface. “You don't get to tell me how l run my home. I need you to leave.”

“Amber….”

“What do you not understand about ‘leave my house’?” I snapped, pushing the door wide open.