Chapter 53

Elena’s POV:

What is my stepsister doing here with my husband?  

He couldn't even resist her touch. He left me alone in this house, and the first thing he could do when he arrived was to find comfort in the hands of another woman.

How could they both do this to me? I wondered if they had been seeing each other behind my back. My heart began pounding hard against my chest, and I pinched myself a little to see that I was not dreaming. I wanted to wake up so bad if it was a dream because I couldn't stand it, but it wasn't.

I inhaled deeply, my jaw clenched, and I felt the urge to confront both of them, but I couldn't bring myself to do that. I waited to see what his next action would be. If he was going to stop her or not. After a moment, I managed to gather the courage to walk into the bar, but I frozen at that spot when Sarah made erotic advances towards Nicklaus.

Tears gathered in my eyes, and my lips were pressed in a thin line as I tried to hold back my tears from falling. I was filled with sorrow. I couldn't bring myself to burst out in tears.

I couldn't bear the pain in me any longer. I had to speak up and say something.

I walked up to them, and Sarah fixed her eyes on me with a cruel smirk on her face.

Nicklaus looked at me, and his facial expression was unreadable. He raised his glass cup and gulped his drink.

“Nick... Nick,” I stuttered. I tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come out of my throat.

“Nicklaus, what's going on here?” I finally brought myself to speak.

He didn't say a word. He just watched me and kept drinking. Sarah was with him while she was pouring him whisky. 

“Nicklaus, I'm talking to you,” I shouted, my voice raising in anger. 

Sarah stood up and walked up to me. “What do you think is going on here? I am giving my support to the man whom you have chosen to make sad.” She spoke; her voice was stern.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes, and turned to Nicklaus. “Nicklaus, what is she talking about?” I shouted, waiting for answers.

Sarah tried to speak again when I hit her face hard with my hands. “Shut up!” I ordered. 

“Don't you even dare,” I threatened. It

Nicklaus stood up with a glass of whisky and a piece of paper in his hands. “You have gotten what you wanted; aren't you happy, Elena?” he asked.

“What are you talking about, Nicklaus?” I asked.

“You purposely positioned the drink to get a miscarriage because you didn't want to have a baby for me after you faked my signature on these documents for half of my company’s shares to be in your name,” he spoke. I was taken aback by his words.

“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Oh! Don't be okay, dumb Elena. We know what your motives are. My father only married you off, but you chose to be the villain. You never wanted to give Nicklaus a child so you could run away with his wealth. How selfish of you to do that.” Sarah spoke with so much confidence.

She threw a paper at me, and I picked it up. I quickly went through it, and I read every detail in it. The investigation states that I purposely induced something in my drink by ordering the waiter to do it and serve me just so that I could have a miscarriage, and it also states that I forged Nicklaus's signature on a document for him to pass down half of his wealth to me.

My heart skipped again as I went further to read.

“This is a huge allegation, Nicklaus. You know me, and you know that I would never do such a thing. Where in the world did you get this?” I asked, trying to get a reasonable explanation.

"Oh, shut up. I should have known better. You acted like you never wanted this marriage, but deep down, you were in jubilation. Are you happy now?” He asked, his voice rising.

“Nicklaus, that's not true,” I said, tears gathering in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.

He walked up to me and grabbed the paper from my hands. He pointed to the paper and said, “This is a forged signature of mine. Is this your signature here also?” he asked.

“I didn't sign that,” 

“Is this your signature? Answer me. Damn it.” he shouted.

“Nicklaus! How could you believe such? Sarah, are you behind all of these?” I turned to her. 

“Let's just say I uncovered your secret,” she spoke with so much confidence as she walked around.

“Nicklaus, you shouldn't believe any of those things,” I explained.

He brought out a picture. “Then why were you having a long conversation with the waiter who served you your drink?” he asked.

“Nicklaus, we can actually talk about this. I didn't do any of this. You are getting the whole idea wrong.” I spoke.

“No, wait until tomorrow. You are facing a trial for this. Nobody messes with Nicklaus Coleman and goes Scott free.” He spoke and walked out of the room, with Sarah behind him.

I walked into my room and closed the door, leaning against the door.

“Ah, it hurts.” I cried out. I felt like I was going to pass out.

My face was covered in tears, and the pain became more intense, and it turned red and pale. I hugged my stomach and lay on the floor.

I cried for hours until I slowly drifted off to sleep with constant nightmares and woke up.