Two Months Before Leaving You

Kara’s POVThere were mocking whispers all around me when I left the Ballroom.I wrapped my wound up by ripping up my own dress, which sucked, but I couldn’t bleed all over the hotel. Everyone glared at me as I left, probably thinking what a bad person I was.Everyone thought I was just another girl who was trying to seduce Derrick to have a go at his money. A gold digger. Derrick’s behavior did nothing to refute that, despite being married to me, even in secret.It took a toll, having so many people hating me, and having them think I was the worst person alive.I tried to be bold and stand up to myself, because I knew the truth. But with the marriage being a secret, there wasn’t much I could do.I got a taxi and went to the hospital, still wearing drenched clothes. The nurses at the hospital were kind enough to give me a spare pair of scrubs to wear home and dress my wound. These days, strangers treat me with more kindness than my so-called friends and family did.As I got my wound s

Derrick's POV.The way Kara just exploded took me aback.I was already feeling a little queasy about how much she was bleeding. I genuinely did not want to injure her that badly, but the broken glass was just there, and Kara, as usual, made me the worst person in existence with her attitude. I never got as mad as I was whenever she was around, opening her mouth and spitting things that nobody could find sane. So, Jade and I were both shocked by the blood when Kara yelled at us to get out. I've never seen her that furious, never heard her voice be that thunderous. Kara was a fierce woman who always stood up to herself, even when she was trying to win my heart. She never allowed herself to be disrespected unless she had no choice in it. I disliked her immensely, bordering on hate, but it was the truth. Kara was fiery and bold, with a cutting sense of humor that had started to get crueler throughout our marriage. Still, it surprised the hell out of me when she screamed at me like that

Kara’s POV.Derrick stared at me in horror, eyes wide with disbelief. It was the opposite of what I expected. I didn’t know he’d be shocked; I thought he’d be smug. I’d be giving what he wanted, anyway.The surprise only lasted a moment before Derrick grew livid. Within moments, he moved from across the room to right in front of me and grabbed my arm. His grip was hard as if it were made from steel, and the wrath in his eyes was frightening.“You have no right to demand a divorce from me,” he spat through gritted teeth, making spittle land on my face. “You’re going to stay by my side forever, and serve me until your pathetic, useless life ends, do you understand?!”His grip was too tight, and pain shot up from my wrist. Behind me, the nurse was panicking while Derrick’s assistant was doing her best to keep her from calling the police on us. “Let me go!” I demanded, trying not to yell. “Let me go, right now, Derrick, before I do something I regret.”“Something you regret? I’d love to

Kara’s POV.It took me three days to get out of the hospital, because they were worried about me having two different wounds on the same leg, which increases the chance of infection. It was quite sad that those three days were the first time since I married Derrick that I felt taken care of.And it was the first time in three years that I took a break from being a housewife.But after three days, it was over. While I wasn’t excited to go back to life with Derrick again, I was pretty tired of being bedridden and eating hospital food.Thankfully, though, Derrick’s assistant Theresa, came to see me almost daily. At first, I thought she was there under Derrick’s orders. In fact, she felt very guilty for letting Derrick treat me like he did, and she wanted to make amends. I didn’t really trust her, but Theresa never had a reason to dislike me, and Derrick treated her badly. Maybe she could relate to me in that manner. Maybe she was actually telling me the truth. Who knew?But she got me my

Kara’s POV.I hoped that Derrick would be away with Jade when I came home, so I could have a few moments of peace.So, imagine my surprise when I walked into the living room of our villa and discovered that the living room was trashed.My clothes, shoes, makeup, skin-care products, books, and jewelry were all over the place, haphazardly placed on the couches, chairs, and even the floor, along with various boxes that held everything from my life before marriage, including my art products and physical art.Almost everything that had been in my room when I left for the hospital, except for the few art pieces I dared to hang on the walls, was all there.As soon as I realized this, every nerve ending in my body lit up in anger. Only two people lived in this villa, and that was me and Derrick. So, if I hadn’t done this, Derrick had.What had he done?! Why had he cleared my room? Was this his way of telling me to get out because I told him that I’d divorce him?!I stormed to my bedroom, hopi