Chapter 0002

I was speechless. Sure, the marriage never worked out, and I expected this after his grandfather's death, but today? How could he do that when I sat in that cell for his crime?

“I will have my lawyer start with the process,” He brushed his fingers across his mouth, removing lipstick, the sight of it made my heart ache.

“W-what… What are you saying, William, I-”

“Aren't you tired of crying?” He spoke over me. I looked up, seeing the frustration in his face as he raked a hand through his hair. “Listen, you tricked me, and your time is over, or what made you think Grandpa would never die?”

“But...why now?” I whispered, trying to understand, “We can talk about this, William; we can’t just…”

“Just what? Get a divorce? God, you’re such a headache.” He started rubbing his temples; he always did that and always complained about how unhappy he was, but I knew marriage wasn’t easy; I knew he wasn’t himself, so I stepped closer and tried to touch his hands, but he flinched away.

“What the fck? Why would you touch me?!” He raised his voice; yes, he never allowed me to touch him; the only time I would ever feel his skin is when he’s hor-ny; that happens maybe once a month, the times he and Jimena are having misunderstandings.

That’s the only time I felt desired, as he would come to me and start kissing my body, and once he got what he wanted, he treated me like trash. Well, he was hard to resist, so he always got his way.

“I’m sorry, but we can work on this—our marriage, William.”

“There’s nothing to work on, Anastasia; I never loved you.”

“But I do. You know I love you.”

"Well, Jimena doesn’t want to share me anymore; now stop making this a big issue and get out of my sight!” He spoke louder. The frowns on his forehead told me he was very upset, and I knew him well. I’ve been married to him for four years, so I knew if I continued, it would not end well, so I closed my mouth and silently watched him walk to the sofa, and then he started fixing the sofa, returning the cushions to where they belonged.

“And do me a favor; Jimena doesn’t like noise, so if you would just close your mouth.” He added, not sparing me a glance. I was silently staring at him with tears still rolling down my cheeks. No, this wasn’t happening. How could he bring his mistress into my house and ask me to keep quiet because she didn’t like noise?

“Baby, are you done?” Jimena’s voice broke my thoughts, making me quickly wipe my tears. I refused to let her see me so vulnerable. She had always wanted William for herself, but I wasn’t going to let her think she had won.

She walked past me, shoving me out of the way with barely a glance. It was so disrespectful. William wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead. He’d never once done that for me. He only kissed me when he wanted something. I realized now that Jimena was the one he loved, not me. I had been his wife for years, and yet I was nothing to him.

I wiped away another tear, but more followed. It hurt to see him laugh so easily with her—something he never did with me.

“Some films are scary,” Jimena said, and William responded, “I’m here; nothing will happen to you.” They acted as though I weren’t even in the room. It was too much to bear.

I turned away, retreating to my room, trying to escape the scene.I needed to calm down. I wasn’t prepared for this. What was a wife supposed to do when she met her husband’s mistress? I refused to be one of those wives who overreacted, but this was beyond anything I could handle.

I clenched my fists, trying to calm the storm inside. I needed the pain to distract me from what I was feeling. I grabbed my phone and called my best friend.

“Anna? Are you alright?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

“I’m okay... just miss you. Can we meet?” I sniffed, my voice shaky.

“Of course. Usual place?” she replied.

I ended the call quickly, not wanting her to hear my voice break. She would know something was wrong, and I didn’t want to worry her. I had been through so much with her, and I felt guilty for always dumping my problems on her. But now, I couldn’t tell her about William asking for a divorce. I couldn’t.

I walked to the wardrobe to grab clothes for after my shower, but when I opened it, my clothes were gone. I checked the other side, but it was empty too.

“Your clothes are packed,” came Jimena’s voice, and I froze.

She stood there, leaning against the door, holding a glass of juice in her hands. “Excuse me?”

“I’m moving in with Liam,” she said casually. “You two are getting a divorce, and it won’t be long before we’re married. So, we’ll share the bedroom.” Her words hit me like a punch.

She was beautiful—tall, blonde, with a perfect model body. I could see why William loved her.

“And besides,” she added, “I’m pre0gnant. And I can’t sleep in a small room because of the nightmares.”

Pregnant. The word echoed in my mind.

God, how was I going to even solve this? She was carrying his fcking baby!