Chapter 0002

Anna's Pov

My husband looked at me with a cold expression on his face and said,

"You lazy woman, how dare you order pizza for me to eat? What's your use in this house?"

My left hand covered the spot where he had slapped me. I was so tempted to hit him back, but I held myself back.

I couldn't believe that he would raise his hand on me, especially since I was pregnant.

The fact that he didn't show any remorse for his actions made me feel even more hurt and angry.

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as I tried to hold back my emotions.

I am a black belt holder in martial arts, and despite my condition, I could easily hurt him in return.

But I've loved this man for over ten years, and I wouldn't like to have any issues in my marriage.

It was not the first time that he had hit me, and I was tired of being treated like this. I knew that I had to do something to protect myself and my child.

I decided to make him understand that his behaviour was not acceptable.

I took a deep breath and looked up to stare at him directly."I can't take this anymore. You can't keep hitting me and expect me to stay quiet.

I'm pregnant, and I need your support, not your abuse."

My husband looked at me, paused. For a moment, I thought he would apologize. But he didn't.

Instead, he said, "You're lucky I didn't hit you harder. You need to learn your place in this house."

Knowing that he's out of all reason,to avoid any further abuse,I walk slowly into the kitchen to prepare food for us, and my stomach betrayed me by growling, indicating that my baby needs food.

Even though Lucas had just slapped me, I knew that I had to be strong for the sake of my baby.

My pregnancy bump making it difficult for me to manoeuvre myself comfortably in the kitchen, but I tried to prepare something for us.

I couldn't help but think about the argument we had earlier, not sure if I paid enough attention to the cooking pan or not.

After a while, my husband Lucas walked in to grab a bottle of water. Behind me, he spoke up, "I have something important to tell you later."

His voice was flat, and he avoided eye contact to pretend as if everything was normal.

I could sense that he was trying to keep his tone casual, but I knew that there was something wrong.

I then hissed. I burned my little finger while I was trying to pay attention to him.

He didn't even look my way to see if I was okay.

“What were you expecting from him?” My subconscious kicked in.

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At supper, we both sat and ate in silence. I don't even remember the last time we sat to eat at the same table.

I could sense the tension in the air. I tried to avoid eye contact, but I knew that I had to be strong and not look fragile in his presence

After a few moments of silence, Lucas finally spoke up, “I need you to sign some papers. I want a divorce," He said in a robotic tone.

A divorce?

Tears welled up in my eyes before my brain could process his words.

What? Why?

Why did this man marry me at the first place when I wasn't good enough for him?

Did he use me for his interest?

I've wasted ten years of my life loving the wrong man, I did everything possible for him to love me but what did he do? He never reciprocated my love for him!

Great. He knew he was planning to ask for a divorce, yet he made me, a pregnant and sick woman, to prepare food in the middle of the night.

As I was about to confront him, his phone rang and he placed it on loudspeaker without checking the caller ID.

My heart sank as I heard my sister's voice on the other end. "My love, where are you? I've been waiting all night for your return."

My husband seemed unaffected by the situation and replied, "I am sorry I will be with you soon."

"My love, you know I'm not feeling well. The baby and I need you here.

We are hungry and I need you to come over and prepare something delicious for the baby and I as you always do my love.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and instinctively placed my hand on my baby bump.

What?

He knows how to cook all this while?

It seems I didn't know anything about the man I married for years.

He can cook but he asked me to cook for him in my condition. Meanwhile he is eager to go and prepare food for another woman??......

My hands started trembling and the fork I was holding fell from my hand when realisation hits me.

Wait, is that not the voice of my sister?

"Lucas, is my sister pregnant with your child?"

I asked him, my voice shaking with anger and hurt.

"It's none of your business. Just sign those damn divorce papers already," he retorted before walking out of the house, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

before I knew it, he stormed out of the house and got into his car.

I tried to stop him, but he was in no mood to listen. I ran after him, crying my heart out, and pleading with him to come back.

"Luca, please come back! We can solve this issue without divorce!" I shouted, but he didn't even glance back.

As I kept running, trying to catch up with him, I suddenly heard a loud screeching sound. I turned around to see a car hurtling towards me at breakneck speed.

I tried to move out of the way, but it was too late. The car hit me, and I flew into the air, landing on the pavement with a loud thud.

I was lying in a pool of my own blood, struggling to breathe. I tried to reach for my phone to call Luca for help, but it was nowhere to be found.

“Luca…”

But he had left me there, in my time of need.

I was in excruciating pain, and everything went black.