All Chapters of SERAH'S PAIN: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Brandon's POV I feel so terrible for Mia. She has gone through so much pain, and all of it, because of me. Watching her walk away to resume her work with that look of pure embarrassment on her face tore me apart. I could see how shaken she was. She hadn’t expected any of this, neither did I, but the damage was already done. And I was the root of it. I left the hotel with a heavy heart, completely disappointed in myself. I had failed to protect the woman I love with all my heart, the woman who means the world to me. How could I ever make this right? How could I ever restore the dignity that was stripped from her today in front of her colleagues and strangers? I drove straight home, determined to collect my things. I couldn't stay there any longer, not under the same roof as Amelia. When we divorced, we made an agreement: for the sake of our daughter, we would continue living together, though in separate rooms. It had worked for a while, but not anymore. Her presence suffocated me now

Mia’s POV I was completely exhausted after today’s ordeal. One side of my face was painfully swollen from the brutal slap I received earlier. Every movement made my skin throb, and all I wanted was to get home, take off my shoes, and swallow some painkillers to dull the ache. The humiliation I faced today at work still lingered heavily in my chest. No one wanted to speak to me, not even the people I once called my closest friends. They avoided my eyes, their silence louder than any insult. It was clear they were ashamed of me, that they now saw me as something vile. A homewrecker. A husband snatcher. The label clung to me like a scarlet letter. I didn’t argue or try to explain myself. What was the point? Their minds were already made up. I kept to myself, moved quietly through the rest of the day, and left without a single goodbye from anyone. Once I got home, I changed into something more comfortable and packed my bag. I had to see Serah. We hadn’t spoken all day, and I knew she w

Mia’s POV Brandon had left the house in such a hurry, and ever since, my mind had been filled with worry. He was such a loving and protective father, and I knew without a doubt that he would do anything for our child when the time came. His heart was pure, and he carried the weight of everyone around him with so much strength. About twenty minutes after he’d left, I picked up my phone. I couldn’t sit still any longer, I needed to know how things were going. I knew by now he must’ve discovered what had happened to Amelia. That woman… she had always been unpredictable. But never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine she would go to such extremes, especially not in front of her daughter. Brandon answered on the first ring. Brandon — Darling. Me — Darling… how is Amelia? Brandon — She’s gone, Mia. I found her lying in a pool of blood. She… she stabbed herself in the neck. I froze. My blood ran cold. Me — What? Oh my God. That’s terrible. Brandon… what are you doing right now? Brand

Brandon’s POV After One Week I stand quietly at Amelia’s grave, my daughter clinging to my arm, her small frame trembling with sobs. The pain of losing her mother was still fresh, and I knew it would take time and guidance for her to start healing. I gently lift her into my arms, her tears soaking into my shirt, and slowly walk toward the car. It had been a long, painful week. Amelia’s family could barely conceal their hatred for me. Right after the burial, they demanded that I leave their compound immediately, and to take my daughter with me. Because Amelia’s death was ruled a suicide, no case was filed. I could tell that only deepened the bitterness they felt. They had lost their daughter, and now there was no one to blame but me. I buckle Lucy safely into her seat and start the engine. The road ahead was long, and I was already drained. But I needed to get her home. She was just a child, and she deserved rest. “Daddy… are we leaving mummy behind?” Lucy asked between sobs. “I d

Mia’s POV “So darling, where is Lucy? I want to meet her before going back home,” I say to Brandon, trying to hide the nervous flutter in my chest. I had waited so long to meet his daughter, and now that the moment had come, I didn’t quite know what to expect. “Baby, you just got here a few minutes ago, and now you already want to leave?” Brandon asks, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he looks into my eyes. “I’m really sorry, darling,” I say gently. “Serah is waiting for me. She’s also expecting me to bring dinner. I told her not to cook today because she’s still healing. I’ll just buy something on my way home.” “It’s alright, baby,” Brandon says with a sigh, nodding in understanding. “Lucy is sleeping, but let me go wake her up so she can at least say hi to you.” He disappears into the next room, and my heart begins to race. I stand up to fix my dress and take a deep breath, preparing myself mentally. When Brandon returns, he’s holding the hand of a young girl, his daught