บททั้งหมดของ Watch Me Destroy You, My Ex-husband. : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Anastasia’s POVI can still feel the sting of betrayal burning in my heart as I drive into the parking lot of my parent’s house. I can't do this anymore— masking my pain beneath a smile for their reputation— not anymore. “I'm getting divorced!” I say to my father, my eyes flashing with defiance despite the storm of emotions swirling within me. He tilts his head up slowly, his sharp gaze boring into me, sending a cold chill down my spine. “You aren't serious about it, right?” He asks, his expression hardening. “I am, father!” I say, wiping the tears flowing down my cheeks. “Liam doesn't love or respect me. I can't do this any—” A slap lands on my cheeks before I can finish my words. Terror widens my eyes as I move my palm to my cheeks, feeling the burning sensation of the slap. I lift my head slightly and my gaze meets the cold gaze of my mother. “How dare you!” She thunders, her eyes burning with rage. “If Liam doesn't love or respect you, it's because you didn't put in the work

Alexander's POVMy private jet had just landed in Los Angeles a few minutes ago, and my assistant had called the hotel he'd booked down before my arrival, informing them of my presence. The hotel hallway stretches before me, dimly lit and quiet. I've just stepped out of the elevator, my mind already cataloguing the mountain of work waiting in my suite and my first meeting with the board of directors tomorrow morning when something catches my attention.Two men are half-dragging a woman between them. Her head hangs loosely, dark hair cascading over her face, and her legs kicking weakly. One of the men has his thick arm wrapped around her waist while the other grips her wrist with unnecessary force.I should keep walking. I have enough problems waiting for me that required me to return to Los Angeles without adding someone else's drama to the list. Yet something about the scene makes my jaw clench and my feet slow to a stop.The woman whimpers— a soft, broken sound that sends a jolt of

Anastasia's POV The rain starts falling just as I step onto the street, each drop feeling like a physical blow against my already battered spirit. I have nowhere to go. No home to return to. No family to run to. Nothing. My phone vibrates in my purse and I pull it out with trembling fingers. Felicity's name flashes across the screen. "Ana? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you all morning." Her voice is filled with concern. "I..." My voice cracks and I swallow hard, trying to find the words. "I need help, Felicity. Can I... can I come over?" "Of course! Send me your location right now. I'm coming to get you." Twenty minutes later, Felicity's car pulls up beside me. She takes one look at my face and her expression shifts from concern to pure rage. "What happened?" She demands as I slide into the passenger seat, but I can't answer. The tears come faster now, unstoppable. She doesn't push. Instead, she drives us to her apartment in silence, occasionally reaching ov

Anastasia's POVThe holding cell reeks of disinfectant and despair. I've been here for six hours, sitting on a cold metal bench, my mind racing through everything that's happened. Every time I close my eyes, I see Marian's smug smile, and hear Liam's cruel laughter.They planned this. All of it.The door buzzes open and Detective Martinez appears with another officer. "Ms. Campbell, your attorney is here.""My attorney?" I blink in confusion. I haven't had time to call anyone except Felicity.She leads me to a small interrogation room where a man in an expensive suit sits waiting. He's older, maybe in his fifties, with silver hair and sharp, calculating eyes. He rises as I enter."Ms. Campbell, my name is Robert Black. I've been retained to represent you."I slide into the chair across from him, my hands still trembling. "I don't understand. I didn't hire you. I can't afford—""Your friend Felicity contacted a legal aid organization. They referred your case to me." He opens his briefc

Anastasia's POVThree months!I've been in this hellhole for three months, and every day feels like a year.My pregnancy is showing now— a small but unmistakable bump that draws unwanted attention from other inmates. Some are kind, offering advice or extra food from their trays. Others look at me with pity or contempt, whispering about the pregnant girl who killed someone.I'm innocent. But no one cares about that here.The morning sickness has finally subsided, replaced by constant exhaustion and back pain. The thin prison mattress does nothing to help, and I wake up every morning feeling like I've been beaten.Jade has become my closest ally here. At night, when the fear and despair threaten to swallow me whole, she talks to me through the darkness, sharing stories about her life before prison, her dreams of getting out and starting over."You're going to make it through this," she tells me one night as I lie curled on my side, my hand resting on my growing belly. "You and that baby