LOGIN~Melissa's POV~
Roberts heart shattering declaration left me dazed for a subtle moment.
With the bitter realization that now stared me keenly in the eyes, sinking in.
I could have sworn I felt my heart literally drop down to my rib cage.
My head spun as though I was being plunged deep into a black hole.
How was it easy for him to utter such an unsettling pronouncement? I wondered.
Was I truly that worthless to be discarded like soiled rags after serving my purpose?
“Here! Sign it, so we can finally put this sham of a marriage behind us” he spat out another batch of venomous words, each one striking harder than the last, that had barely even sunk in.
My teary eyes glare at him, hoping to see a little bit of remorse? empathy? or anything at all. But the man who stood hovering above me glared back with an icy sneer, as he stretched out his hands that clasped onto a neatly folded white envelope.
“Why are you doing this Robert?”
“What do you mean we're getting a divorce?" I mumbled out the words through quivering lips, that I desperately prayed I would never say in this lifetime. While pulling myself back up despite how my knees trembled.
“And did you just call five years of our marriage a sham?”
“Oh please Melissa……. save me the melodrama. Do not act like our marriage was initiated out of love for each other” he recklessly retorted.
“You've always known I don't love you, never did and will never come to do so. Yet you continue to delude yourself with a hopeless possibility”
I guess it took those vile words to do the trick.
As a waterfall of tears I had painfully suppressed, now flowed down my face.
I just couldn't believe it. Five years of my life, five years of holding on to a broken and loveless marriage, five years of sucking up to his prejudice family.…….groveling pathetically in submission at their feet for acceptance. Had finally run it's course in an instant moment.
I nervously retrieved the document from his firm grip, and opened it to unravel it's contents with the words “Divorce Agreement”, written in bold, legible letters at the letterhead.
My eyes screened through, despite my blurred vision to see his signature already freshly greased at the bottom, next to his name and a blank space was provided for mine.
“Why are you doing this?” I questioned
“Is it because of her? Huh? Just because she's back.…….you want to toss me aside, despite clinging to your side when she left you back then” the words escape my trembling voice, as my heart palpitates rapidly.
But all Robert did was stare blankly at me. His silence deafening. He shrugged his shoulders and clears his throat to speak.
“Look Melissa, just sign the papers” he urged persistently.
“Now that Jodie is back, we've talked.......about rekindling our relationship, which is for the best. Since she's the woman I love and clearly you know this”.
“Our marriage was purely contractual and an arrangement that no longer serves either of us”. the finality of his words which hung in the air like a deadly cloud, left me stunned and speechless. My weak knees give out.......as I stagger back lightly.
I expected the possibility of this happening and now that reality struck, clearing the fog of my delusion. It hurt like hell.
My hands gently caressed my stomach, as a wave of pity engulfed me for my unborn child. Whose father was yet to know they exist. As a last resort to desperately change his mind, I try to tell him.
“Robert I'm preg............
But not soon enough. As Jodie walked in on us like clock work, her voice…….filled with curiosity, trailing from a distance. Interrupting me, as my words falter midway in the air.
“Is everything alright Robert?” she asked, as her hands clutched at Roberts arm possessively, disregarding my presence like air.
“Everything is fine darling. We were just rounding up on our little chit-chat!” he responded back warmly at her, sounding nothing like the man who talked down at me moments ago. Much to my astonishment.
And wait……..did I hear that correctly.
Darling? Chit-chat?. Wow! the absolute nerve of this man, disregarding my emotional state and something as sentimental as us getting divorced.
“Okay since your done here, can we get back to the party? I'm looking forward to having that dance we talked about”. Jodie whined and tugged at Robert like a child in need of candy, as she glanced briefly at me with a contemptuous smug on her face.
“Sure, let's go”. With his hand placed firmly on her waist line, they strutted off back to the party, hand in hand like an A-list couple. When Robert halts abruptly in his tracks.
“Remember to sign the papers Melissa and do not bother returning to the mansion. Your things will be delivered to you soonest”.
“Huh?.……W-what do you mean?”
“Where do you expect me to go?” I asked, my perplexity intensifying.
“That’s not my problem anymore Melissa, you a no longer my responsibility”. He utters back coldly and disinterested for a final time, as I watched them disappear back into the party and without so much as a glance at me.
“Wait! Robert?......Please” I cried out, but my pleas were dismissed.
Leaving me shattered by his utterance.
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As I stood there disoriented for what felt like an eternity. I sluggishly dragged my feet to the nearest exit, despite how much my body limbs ached and got into my car parked outside the driveway, discarding both my clutch and divorce papers to the passenger seat beside me.
With a tremored hand, I turned the key in the ignition to start, but a click-clack-click-clack sound drifted from the engine repetitively. As my frustration hit its peak, I slammed my palms against the steering wheel, “Dammit! can this night get any worse” my voice bawls out.
Unwilling to give up as I desperately needed to leave, I go at it again. After much effort, it started. My hands firmly gripped on the steering wheel, turning my knuckles white, as I drove into the dark and desolate road ahead of me that seemed endless. Uncertain of my destination.
The image of Roberts cold demeanor and distasteful words taunted my mind, as I remember the sacrifices I had made over the years to become the perfect wife and daughter in law that now amounted to nothing. How he always made derogatory remarks about my sense of fashion, changing my entire wardrobe to sooth his taste. Or how his mother Tessa could never be pleased with my cooking whenever she visited, either the meat wasn't tender enough, the food being too bland.
God! She was such a pain to deal with.
One time she requested that I cook for a charity event she was hosting, not suspecting any foul play I gladly obliged, but my happiness was short lived when she dumped an entire plate of food at me calling my cooking trash. Making a spectacle of me in front of so many people.
Damn those ungrateful Mondragons.
My mind was too fogged with a mix of pain and rage, as fresh tears streamed from my sore eyes blurring my vision. My foot pressed down hard on the accelerator pedal, making me speed recklessly through the rain soaked streets, oblivious of the downpour.
When suddenly a stray dog appears out of nowhere, crossing the road.
Impulsively, in a split second I swerved to avoid hitting it, but the wheel jerks in my hands and just before I could regain back control of my car, it crashed head on into another oncoming vehicle ahead.
The impact…….violent, the screeching sound of crumpled metal, deafening. My body is instantly thrown forward as my chest smashed hard into the stirring wheel. Shattered glass from the broken windshield stung and seeped through my body as blood gushed out, causing me excruciating pain.
My body stiffened in place. My voice too hoarse to cry out for help, with no one else in sight, and for a subtle moment flashed memories of my argument with Robert flooded my mind, instead of resentment all I could feel was fear creeping in.
Was this truly the end for me?.
And my child…..what fate would befall them? I thought to myself, just before everything went pitch black, plunging me into darkness.
~Isabella's POV~ “Isabella?”Dante’s voice was a low, dangerous growl, laced with genuine concern, the sound pulling me back from the brink of pure terror. I was still impaled by the shock of the power tussle, the pressing weight of William’s rough hands still gripping my shoulders. My breath came out in a ragged rush, my suit jacket slightly twisted, my hair clinging damply to my temples. I opened my mouth, but no proper response formed....just a choked, useless sound. Before I could mutter anything intelligible, like a simple "Yes" or "Thank you"....Dante’s composure snapped, his focus laser fast as he turned back. His rage filled gaze averted from me and settled back on the pathetic figure of William....who was still sprawled awkwardly on the Persian rug, blinking up in confusion, but slowly regaining his senses. The transformation was chilling. The cool, controlled charm I associated with Dante vanished, replaced by a primal, frightening intensity. He moved not with the grace
~Isabella’s POV~ The air that had felt so crystalline and clean only moments before now seemed thick with the scent of raw, masculine fury and the metallic tang of fear. My breath hitched, not in terror, but in sheer, cold annoyance. “What the hell are you doing here, William?” I demanded, the sheer audacity of his intrusion stripping away any veneer of politeness.I pushed my chair back....a sharp, scraping sound on the polished mahogany floor, and rose to my full height, placing the imposing desk like a barrier between us. My gaze, usually carefully moderated, was now sharp and uncompromising.“And what in God’s name gave you the guts to barge into my office unannounced? Did you think the rules of common decency suddenly didn’t apply to you?” Chloe, my assistant, was a study in trembling contrition, still attempting to smooth down her suit jacket after the collision. “I am so sorry, Ms. Cassagrande. I told him he had to wait. I really did try to stop him.....”I silenced her wit
~Isabella's POV~ The air in the study thickened, the scent of aged leather and Dante’s cologne suddenly cloying. The low, seductive rumble of his last words "It's about your son...Tariq"....had struck me not with a bang, but with a silent, paralyzing chill, a cold sliver of ice aimed right at the heart of my carefully constructed world.Of all the secrets he could have unearthed, all the vulnerabilities he could have exploited, this was the line he had deliberately stepped across. A sacred boundary. My son.I turned fully back to him, forcing my body to remain still, my face a carefully crafted mask of polite inquiry. Inside, however, my entire being had recoiled, a coiled spring of pure, animalistic defense.“What about my son?” I asked, my tone surprisingly civil, almost conversational. It was a conscious effort, a refusal to let the icy paranoia that was rapidly bubbling in my stomach break the surface. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear.Dante didn’t answer
~Isabella’s POV~I should’ve known.I should’ve realized the moment I saw that message, the cold chill that ran down my spine, the overwhelming sense of dread that flooded me....this was Dante’s game all along.It was so obvious now. Only he would be audacious enough to send that picture, to trap me in a moment of vulnerability. And to think, I’d spent hours....hours....torturing myself over who could have sent it. Trying to conjure a faceless enemy, a phantom from my past who knew my deepest secret. I had built a fortress of paranoia around myself, convinced that someone, somewhere, had finally discovered that Melissa Mondragon was still alive. As if anyone else would be so bold, so daring, so calculated. But of course, it was Dante. Of course.The man never did anything without a reason. He played a game, and I was his pawn, whether I liked it or not. And now here he stood, a smug look on his face, watching me unravel in front of him.But what I couldn’t understand was why. Why g
~Isabella’s POV~ Morning came too soon, as the first rays of dawn pressed against my window...pale and fragile, like an unwelcome reminder of reality. I hadn’t slept...not even for a second. The sheets beside me were a mess, tangled and twisted, soaked with sweat from hours of restless tossing. My body ached for rest, but my mind refused to shut down, its constant loop of thoughts and images mocking me. Not just the kiss. Not just of Robert.But that damned message. The phone still sat on my nightstand, its black screen like a watchful eye. A silent, damning presence. That picture…that text. My stomach clenched every time I thought of it.“Fun Night.” The words burned into my memory. Who would send that? Who was watching me so closely, closely enough to catch me in such a vulnerable, dangerous moment? And why? I’d checked the number again and again. Unregistered. Anonymous. A phantom hiding behind digital smoke and mirrors. But it was the image that had gutted me....the clarity
~Robert’s POV~ I came back into focus with a sharp, stinging pain. The sound of the slap was a deafening crack that echoed in the sudden silence of the bar, a sound so loud it seemed to pull me out of the hazy, drunken trance I had been in. My head snapped to the side, the burning sensation on my cheek. It wasn’t just a slap, it was a jolt back to reality. She was gone. Isabella was gone. And I was left standing there, a dazed fool in the middle of a crowded bar, a spectacle for everyone to gawk at, with the ghost of Melissa on my lips and the fiery reality of Isabella’s fury on my face. My palm lifted slowly, almost instinctively, and I pressed it against my cheek. I could still feel the heat radiating from where her hand had landed, pulsing like a brand. It wasn’t just pain....it was shame. A raw reminder of how low I’d sunk. My mind felt like a tangled web. Slapped twice, in one day. First by Jodie, my fiancé, a woman I had failed to protect and reassure. And now, by Isabell







