Semua Bab Ex-husband Demands Remarriage: Bab 1 - Bab 5

V A L E R I A“Where's that crazy bitch? I want to see her now!” I heard her voice through the hallway; having learned to tell how far a person is by voice, I knew she was near, so I quickly shoved the photo under the small mattress and wiped my tears.“Here we go again,” I whispered to myself, embracing the pain that was sure to come. “Just an hour, Val. Then a shower, and you'll be fine.”I didn't get a chance to properly position myself on the mattress as the door flew open, and there came in the two nurses and, of course, her.I was looking down but knew it was them. Yes, it was twelve. I saw the time on the clock earlier. She always came around this time. It was lunch, even when she sat around in that office doing nothing, she still stuck to coming at a certain time to fool everyone that she was a busy woman.“Oh,” I heard her make a pitiful sound. She was now close to me; I could smell her perfume. Well, I didn't dare look up to confirm, as I knew that would earn me a slap, and

I swear, I didn’t even know where to start — was I supposed to beg for my life or ask for forgiveness for losing his baby, since he was so ecstatic when we found out? Or maybe he would ask me to sign the papers, too?I shifted uncomfortably at the thought. He still hasn't said a word, just silently staring at me since they left us alone.Okay, this wasn't helping. I surely had to do something now. I mean, if no one gave a shit about me, at least he should, considering the sacrifices I made for him. I was his wife, for God's sake.We were going to have a baby if not for the unfortunate incident.He, of all people, should know what kind of person I was and that I didn't deserve this.“Rodrigo.” I called his name in a very low tone, not sure of his response, “I… I'm not crazy, I swear I'm–”“Watch this.” He cut me, and before I could respond, he had his phone screen in my face, which played a video of my son, Anthony—well, their son, but I'm the one who raised him, so he was mine too.No

I used to beg them not to do it in the past days; I even used to threaten that my husband would deal with them, that he ran Atlanta, but after today I think that would be a waste of my breath, especially after he showed up today and showed interest in their boss, Aaliyah.“Calm, obedience, or memory reset?” One of them asked, playing with the remote control.“We can't use a memory reset for now; remember what Ms. Aaliyah said?”“Oh, she won’t sign if she loses her memory now. Okay, let’s do obedience.” She answered the other, who now moved the plugs from my temples to my back.“Bitch, you're not going to beg for your life?” The other asked, maybe they were used to my begging, but I didn't have it in me today.“It's not like we will listen, but it's what makes this whole experience more fun.” The other admitted, and I just closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.“I don't like this.”“What?”“She's being rude, and she is a nobody to be rude to us.”“You're right, I also want to hit