Chapter 64

Elena’s POV:

I was hurt, and my heart was left broken as I remembered the hurtful words my husband just said to me. He only wants an heir, and he doesn't care about anything anymore. He doesn't care about all the moments we shared or the bond we built.

Tears filled my eyes and started rolling down my cheeks, and I started sobbing. My heart was heavy, and my chest was hurting.

After a few hours of crying, The sun had risen, and everywhere was bright. I gathered the strength to sit upright and catch my breath.

With a frustrated sign, I got up from the bed and got into the shower. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my puffy eyes, and my red nose when I noticed the expensive diamond necklace that Nicklaus had gifted me after our honeymoon on my neck. Out of anger, I wanted to take it off my neck and get rid of it, but something stopped me.

I paused, and I left it here. I turned on the hot shower, and the hot water cascaded down my skin, and I scrubbed my body very well. I could still perceive Nicklaus's scent on my skin, and I cried very hard in the bathroom.

At that moment, I felt dirty for allowing him to make love to me last night. I thought it would be a night of passion and reconciliation, but I was wrong.

I felt used and dirty. I only want to make things right, and I have missed him so much.

I collapsed to the floor, and I started crying. I remember Nicklaus's last words, and my heart skipped a beat. How do I manage to prove my innocence? I don't even know if I can get pregnant with all of this stress and have enough time to vindicate myself.

Only Sarah can be the reason for my rocky marriage. I don't know how she is managing to carry everything in smoothly. These are false accusations against me

My palms curled up to a fist. My eyes had already become hazy from tears. I couldn't help but remember how Nicklaus and I started bonding after our wedding and fell for each other.

Now I know that everything was all a lie. I knew I had to play my part by giving him an heir, but it wasn't my fault I lost the baby. Why would I want to hurt my own baby in my womb?

He blames me for not honouring the important part of our marriage, which is giving him and his heir after saving my father's company. My breath failed me again, and I sniffed.

I looked at the diamond ring on my finger, and I was beginning to hate it. A ring I thought was given to bond us. To make our hearts one.

“Nicklaus, I really hope that one day I can hate you more than I ever loved you,” I muttered to myself, my eyes on the ring.

Time had passed, and I remained still without moving, hurting from so much pain. My heart had been shattered into a thousand pieces.

If only there hadn't been any complications in my pregnancy, Nicklaus and I would have still been happy and in love.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks again, and I wiped them off quickly as the bedroom door was opened.

Irina walked in and saw me sitting on the floor with a tower around my chest. She rushed to me and wrapped her hands around me.

“Madam, are you okay? Why is the room messy? Have you been crying?” She asked, scanning my body, when she noticed the redness in my body.

“You have scars. Don't tell me Mr. Coleman hit you.” she spoke.

I shook my head. “He didn't lay his hands on me. This is the result of so much scrubbing. I wanted to stop perceiving his scent on me.” I spoke and wiped my tears.

I turned to Irina and asked, “Am I a bad person?” I asked.

She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “Why would you ask such a question, ma'am? Of course, you are not a bad person,” she answered.

“So many accusations. How do I even get to vindicate myself when I do not even have proof? He wants me to get pregnant in a few weeks, or he will press charges against me. Who is this man?” I asked and burst out in tears.

Irina held me close to her, and she ran her hands through my hair.

“I am so sorry you are going through all of these, ma'am. Hou is still his wife. I don't believe Nicklaus to be so heartless,” she said.

“I got married to a stranger,” I cried out. Just then, the room door swung open, and Zoey walked in.

“Zoey? How did you get here?” I asked.

“I had to call her early this morning when I heard you crying and arguing with Mr. Nicklaus,” Irina explained.

Zoey walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me. “I took the next flight and got here as soon as I could,” she said, hugging me tightly.