Chapter 2 : Still Fighting For Us

Lucia’s POV

“Harry, what are you doing?” My breath hitched, panic rising fast. I didn’t even have the strength to resist the officers—this was surreal, like a twisted dream I couldn't wake up from.

Harry merely adjusted his tie, his face devoid of any remorse. “Make sure she spends time in jail, officers. She also harassed my wife here. Please restrain her and keep her away from us.”

“No, I didn’t do any of that!” I shook my head wildly, desperation clawing at my throat. *This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.*

But they didn’t listen.

Fear took hold, my pulse hammering in my ears. *I can’t go to jail. I didn’t do anything.* My body moved on instinct, struggling against the officer’s grip, but my strength was slipping. I was sick—how would I survive behind bars?

“No! There’s a mistake somewhere!” My voice cracked as I pleaded with the officers, but they didn’t pause, didn’t even glance at me with an ounce of sympathy.

I turned to Harry, searching his face for something—anything—but all I found was the cruel twist of his lips.

And beside him, Tania, her arms folded smugly, wearing the same satisfied smirk.

The betrayal hit like a knife to the gut.

“Harry, why are you doing this to me?!” My voice broke as the officers dragged me forward. “Three years of our lives?!”

But he didn’t flinch.

Tears burned my eyes as I fought against the hands pulling me toward the door, every step feeling like I was sinking deeper into quicksand.

“Harry, please! Don’t let me go to jail!” My final plea rang through the office, raw and desperate.

But all I got in return was silence as the doors slammed shut behind me.

I checked the time. Just past three p.m.

I had made bail and walked out of that police station, but none of it mattered.

Harry usually got home around six or seven after work. That gave me just enough time to make a special dinner for us—something meaningful, something that would remind him of what we had.

There was no way he wouldn’t change his mind about this ridiculous divorce. I wouldn’t let him throw away everything we’d built.

Humming softly, I made my way into the kitchen. The maids exchanged glances, their eyes flickering with something close to confusion, maybe even pity. But I ignored them.

They didn’t understand.

They didn’t know what it was like to love someone so much that losing them felt like losing yourself.

By six-thirty, the dining table was set, every detail carefully arranged. Candles flickered, casting a soft glow over the fine china. The rich aroma of the meal filled the air—a meal I had poured my heart into.

Satisfied, I left the final preparations to the maids and went upstairs to take a bath, my heart light for the first time in days.

But when I returned, my smile froze in place.

Harry was already at the dinner table.

And he wasn’t alone.

Tania.

The very same bitch who had me arrested this morning stood beside him, her presence tainting everything I had carefully put together.

A sharp, burning rage ignited in my chest. I wanted to storm over there and claw her eyes out, to wipe that smug look off her face.

But I forced myself to breathe.

Calm down, Lucia. You can’t afford to lose control. You can’t go back to jail.

Harry’s back was to me, his hands comfortably wrapped around Tania’s waist as if he had every right to touch her like that. As if I wasn’t standing right there.

She didn’t even acknowledge me. Her eyes remained glued to her phone, fingers lazily scrolling as if she were utterly indifferent to the destruction she was causing.

I swallowed back the lump of fury in my throat and stepped forward.

“Harry?”

He turned, his expression unreadable. Not shocked. Not guilty. Not even remotely ashamed.

“I see you’ve prepared dinner,” he said, his voice cool, detached. “But sorry, I’m full already. I ate with her before coming home.”

I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up with the words.

With her.

Tania.

The woman who had set me up. The woman who had me handcuffed and dragged out like a criminal. And now she was standing in my home, draped around my husband like she belonged there.

My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my pulse roaring in my ears. Don’t overreact. Don’t lose control. You can fix this.

“What is she doing here?” My voice wavered, but I steadied myself. “After what she did to me?”

Harry’s gaze remained flat, unbothered.

“Oh, her?” He gestured at Tania like she was some casual acquaintance. “She’s Tania, my childhood sweetheart.”

The words knocked the breath from my lungs.

Tania lifted her head then, her lips twisting into a slow, satisfied smirk.

Harry continued as if he hadn’t just driven a knife through my chest. “Tania, meet Lucia. Again. She’s quite the pest—and a little hard of hearing after what happened this morning.”

Lucia.

Just Lucia.

Not his wife.

Not the woman who had stood by him for three years.

Not the woman who had loved him with everything she had.

The intimacy in his voice when he said her name versus the dismissiveness in his tone when he said mine… it was like a slap across the face.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest, my mind screaming at me to react, to fight, to do something. But I stood there, frozen in place, clinging to the last frayed threads of my composure.

Harry was my husband.

I loved him.

I had married him three years ago, and we had been happy. Hadn’t we?

Whatever this was, it had to be a misunderstanding. A mistake.

Tania glanced at my hand, her lips twitching before she curled her arms around my husband’s as if staking her claim.

I could barely breathe.

She had always been around, lingering in the background, the boss’s spoiled daughter who loved to follow Harry around. But I had never thought she would go this far.

Never imagined she would try to steal my husband, my happiness, right in front of my eyes.