Author POV:-Trisha imagine Monika anxiety when she was stuck in her apartment, there was storm outside and Trisha was not not answering her call.! mention of miscarriage and depression !Trisha laid on the bed, her eyes blank of any emotion as she stared at the window. The soothing chirping can't mend her broken heart. Nothing can mend her broken heart.Trisha remembered correctly what had happened two days ago. She remembered how her Omega felt completely detached, neglected and rejected by their Alpha.Trisha remembered how weak she felt that particular date as if a part of her was dying, literally.She felt so week two days ago that a journey from her room to his kitchen for a glass of water felt like a hour long journey. She remembered how her belly started to hurt and tears began to fall down her cheeks.She remembered crying for help as he sat on the kitchen floor clutching her swollen belly, screaming helpless in an empty apartment. She cried, screamed until she was unconscio

Author POV:-Trisha was all packed up when Sara showed up. Her suitcase only contains what was her and her alone. And maybe if she packed Jonathan's pajama set and claimed it as her, then it's her.They edited it on the living room. Before printing it out. Trisha signed it without doubting herself. She told Sara why. She knew the other wouldn't believe her. They all say how Jonathan started loving her. So she just smiled and explained nothing more.She holds a single plane ticket to who knows where, took of her wedding ring and placed it on the glass table. She also plucked out the same flower Jonathan got her always and placing it beside her ring and a simple note."l love you. And I know you already have someone more than me or maybe many. It's mutual,honeybunch. I finally found someone I can love more than you." Her tear graced the paper while she rubs her still flat belly. Even after all the help she still misses her baby.Jonathan came home only four days after his trip, somethi

Author POV:-She shouldn't be here.It was as simple as that. Not an overwhelming urge to run. Not a desperate desire to melt into the floor or retreat into a dark corner. Not fear or shame. Just basic instinct. And Trisha had always trusted her gut- it was the reason she was a good person. Brandon, Alvin, Keven – they all followed their hearts (and, in some cases, debatably their hormones). Emotions often led them ashtray, clouded their judgement, closed them off to reality. To them, Trisha was cold, distant. She followed the rules. She had committed herself to her Alpha and his family from her first heat, and since had not once faltered. Honour. Loyalty. Respect. All were important to her, each a different facet of her identity. When it came to her Omega dutity, Trisha did not waver. But her decisions weren't made solely based on her values: no, much to everyone's probable surprise, Trisha acted on more than just her husband's wife rather than a person all these years. When she sens

Author POV:-One Month Later:-Jonathan lies on his back staring up at the ceiling, the breaths beside him not comforting him in the way they once could.Jonathan turns to look at the dark haired woman beside him, eyes closed to cover her dull blue eyes.There's scruff covering her face- Jonathan used to love that on Trisha.He sighs faintly, turning his head back to the ceiling, adjusting the sheets against his naked chest.He misses the way things used to be- the things he'd used to love more than anything about his omega."Jonathan?" She asks from beside him faintly, "Do you ever miss it?""Miss what?" Jonathan asks, voice quiet and hoarse, though he knows full and well."You know exactly what I'm talking about," She says, voice sounding hurt."I'm afraid I don't," The word tastes like poison on his tongue."Do you ever miss her?" The Omega voice is barely a whisper and she's now peaking over at Jonathan with blue eyes.Those eyes weren't her eyes, those lips would never be the sof

Author POV:-The days went while watching TV instead of being at work, which means others have put her on babysitting Trisha. Sara scoffs to herself and shakes her head to walk to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. For the first time in a long while, her throat feels dry. Sara sits up when she notices Trisha switches the TV off."How are you feeling?" She asks."I'm fine Sara. You didn't have to skip work for me.""I know. I just...""You what?" Trisha snaps and immediately regrets it. She is irritable nowadays but none of it is Sara fault."Sorry Sara...I'm not..." Her throat closes up with thirst and she finally brings the glass of water to her lips, gulping it down. "I'm just worried. Others are too. You've been like this ever since you arrived and I feel so helpless and angry and I want to sucker punch that son of a bitch." Sara voice thickens and jaw clenches at the same time. Trisha gives her a weak smile. "It's not his fault.""Whose fault is it then that you are like thi