Married To My Ex Husband Rival
A woman who couldn't even produce a single egg for three years. You are just a useless piece of skin.*
The words echoed in my head, a vicious, repeating loop that shattered my mind completely. I stumbled back onto my feet, my body shaking so violently I could barely control my limbs. I didn't grab a coat. I didn't grab my shoes. I just ran.
I pushed open the bedroom door and sprinted down the dark hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold hardwood stairs.
I heard Lola's bedroom door click open as I reached the foyer, her voice calling out to me in a frightened whisper, but I couldn't stop. I threw open the heavy front door and ran out into the freezing, pitch black night.
The gravel of the driveway cut into the soles of my feet, but I didn't feel the physical pain.
The agony in my chest was too loud. I ran down the long, winding road leading away from the estate, the dark trees looming over me like monsters.
The sky was heavy, and a bitter wind whipped through my oversized sweater, but I was entirely numb.
I just wanted to die.