I entered our shared bedroom, couldn't help but feel emptiness. I had just finished preparing breakfast for Alexander's family, a task that had become daily routine for me. But despite my efforts, I couldn't shake off feeling that I didn't belong here. They never considered me part of their family, and house felt more like prison than home.
My mind wandered back to my childhood, when my grandfather had raised me with love and care. I had been orphan, but he had been my rock, my confidant. And now, he was gone. I still missed him dearly.
Promise he had made to Alexander's grandfather haunted me still. Promise that had led me to this place, to this marriage, to this life. I had tried to make best of it, I really had. I had fallen in love with Alexander day I married him, but it seemed he didn't feel same way.
Three years had passed since our wedding day, and yet, there was no marital relationship between us. No love, no affection, no nothing. He was always cold towards me, never appreciating my efforts, never standing up for me when his family insulted me. And they did, often. His mother, his aunt, his cousin Lylah - they all made sure I knew I wasn't welcome here.
I felt my love for Alexander fading away, replaced by deep-seated desire to escape. To leave this place, to leave them, and start anew. I was tired of being humiliated, tired of being ignored, tired of being alone.
I looked at Alexander, sleeping peacefully beside me. He had come home late last night, reeking of alcohol. Jimin and I had barely managed to get him to bed. I wanted to let him sleep, but I knew he had important meeting today. So I gently shook him, trying to rouse him from his slumber.
"Alexander...Alexander..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. But he just rolled over, unmoving. I sighed, feeling pang of frustration. Why couldn't he see me? Why couldn't he love me? I was Roselyn, his wife, his partner. But to him, I was just mere inconvenience.
I stood before him; his gaze met mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Coldness in his eyes was a familiar sight, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I stepped back, my heart sinking, and whispered, "You're late for your meeting."
He groggily looked at the time and, without uttering a word, got up and strode towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that my presence was nothing more than an inconvenience to him.
I descended the stairs, my heart heavy with the knowledge that I would have to face the rest of the family. They were already seated at the breakfast table, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of disdain and annoyance.
Lylah, Alexander's cousin, was the first to speak, her voice dripping with venom. "Where were you till now? Are you the head lady of this house, for whom we have to wait? How long have I been waiting?"
Catherine, Alexander's mother, chimed in, "Calm down, my daughter. Roselyn, serve the breakfast. We're hungry."
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Ma'am."
I began to serve the breakfast and caught sight of Alexander descending the stairs, looking every bit the handsome and put-together man that he was. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met, and for a moment, I forgot about the coldness that had grown between us.
But the moment was short-lived, with Aunt Malicia's shrill voice cutting through the air. "Hey, where is your attention? You spilled coffee all over the table. You know Alexander doesn't like a messy table."
I felt my face flush with embarrassment and apologized, "Sorry, Aunt Malicia. I'll clean it up."
I bent down to clean the mess, stealing glances at Alexander, who was now seated at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on some distant point, his expression unreadable. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that I would never be able to reach him or touch his heart.
Aunt Malicia's voice cut through the air, her words dripping with venom. "No need; just go away from here. I don't want to see this miserable face of yours." I felt a sting from her words, but it wasn't just the insult that hurt. It was the fact that my husband, Alexander, sat silently, his expression unreadable, his eyes fixed on some distant point. He didn't flinch, didn't react, and didn't defend me. It was as if I was invisible, insignificant.
I endured the humiliation, my heart heavy with sorrow. I served food to my husband, my hands shaking slightly as I placed the plate in front of him. He didn't even acknowledge me, his eyes never leaving the distant point he seemed so fixated on.
Lylah, Alexander's cousin, spoke up next, her voice shrill and demanding. "Hey, where is my tea? Bring it quickly!" I felt a surge of resentment, but I pushed it down, my eyes cast downward. I knew better than to defy them.
I hurried to the kitchen, my feet moving swiftly as I tried to escape the toxic atmosphere. But even in the kitchen, I couldn't escape the pitying glances of the servants. They knew my situation and knew how I was treated like a doormat by Alexander's family. I felt a pang of shame, knowing that even they felt sorry for me.
I approached Lylah with the steaming cup of tea; I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. She was known for her cruel behavior, and I had already endured so much humiliation at her hands. But I had no idea that she had something even more sinister in store for me.
Just as I was about to hand her the cup, she deliberately moved her leg towards me, causing me to lose my balance. I bent forward, desperately trying to regain my footing, but it was too late. The cup fell from my hand, and the scalding hot tea splashed everywhere, including onto my own hand.
But to my horror, Lylah started screaming, clutching her hand as if she had been severely burned. "Oh my God, my hand!" she wailed, her voice echoing through the room.
Aunt Malicia rushed to her side, her face twisted in fake concern. "Oh no, look what this wretched girl has done! She's burned my daughter's hand!"
I stood there, my own hand throbbing in pain, and watched in disbelief as the scene unfolded before me. Alexander's mother joined in, her voice shrill with accusation. "Roselyn, what's all this? We know you're jealous of Lylah, but that doesn't mean you'll hurt her in front of us. Apologize!"
I felt a surge of indignation. "Apologize? But I haven't done anything! She deliberately moved her foot towards me so that I would fall."
Aunt Malicia's face turned beet red with rage, her eyes bulging with venom. "Look at this wretched, insolent creature! She's a walking disaster, a clumsy oaf who can't even serve tea without causing chaos! And then she has the audacity to blame my innocent daughter? You're a despicable, good-for-nothing girl, Roselyn! A complete and utter failure as a wife and a member of this family!"
Her words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp slash to my already battered soul. I felt my eyes sting with tears, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
Alexander's mother joined in, her voice dripping with malice. "Yes, Roselyn, you're a constant embarrassment to us. Your carelessness and stupidity know no bounds. You're a burden to this family, a weight that we're forced to carry."
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces; the pain and humiliation were almost too much to bear. But still, I stood tall, my eyes locked on Aunt Malicia's twisted face. I wouldn't back down; I wouldn't apologize for something that wasn't my fault. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of breaking me completely.
"I have not committed any mistake for which I should apologize to this girl,"
The words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down by the woman who was supposed to be my mother-in-law. "How dare you?" she spat, her voice venomous.
My husband, Alexander, stood up, his eyes blazing with anger. "Apologize to Lylah," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
I felt a surge of fear, but I stood my ground. "It's not my fault, so I won't apologize," I said, my voice shaking but resolute.
Alexander took a step closer to me, his face twisted in rage. "Apologize," he repeated, his voice rising.
I shook my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "No," I whispered.
And then, in a flash of movement, his hand connected with my cheek. The slap sent shockwaves through my entire body, leaving a stinging sensation that seemed to sear my skin.
I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, followed by a deep sadness. My husband, the man I loved, had hit me. In front of his family.
Tears streamed down my face as I realized the truth. I was alone. I was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape from the cruelty that surrounded me. My husband didn't believe me, didn't trust me. He had chosen his family over me, and I was left to face the consequences.
The room seemed to spin around me, and I felt myself falling, falling into a deep abyss of despair. I was lost, alone, and utterly broken.
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Alexander's words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp slash to my already battered soul. "Don't you dare to lie, Roselyn," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "I know you very well. Lylah is not like you, okay? She's not cheap like you. So don't think I will trust you. This is your cheap trick."I felt a surge of anger and hurt, but I stood my ground. "I will still say that it is not my fault," I said, my voice shaking with emotion.Without another word, I turned and ran towards our room, desperate to escape the toxic atmosphere. But Alexander's mother's voice followed me, her words echoing in my mind like a curse."See the consequences of marrying this poor and illiterate girl," she spat. "You should not have listened to your grandfather. Bloody gold digger girl."I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I realized that Alexander hadn't even bothered to defend me. He had simply walked away, leaving me to face the wrath of his family alone.I collapsed onto the floor of our ro
I slowly opened my eyes; the bright hospital lights pierced through my brain, making me wince. But as my gaze fell upon the familiar face beside me, my pain and discomfort melted away. Chris, my childhood friend, my confidant, my protector, was sitting next to me, his eyes filled with concern and care.I tried to sit up, but a wave of weakness washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillow. Chris quickly reached out and helped me, his strong hands gentle as he supported my back."You're here?" I exclaimed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe I'm meeting you like this, Chris."Chris smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Rose, I have the same reaction. Thank God you weren't hurt worse. I was so nervous when I saw you lying on the road."I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at Chris. It had been so long since we'd last seen each other, and yet, here he was, by my side, taking care of me."How much time has passed since we met?" I asked, my curiosity getting the
Alexander stormed out of the study room, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Why the hell didn't she wake me up?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing with thoughts of Roselyn and her defiance.He marched towards their bedroom, expecting to find her lounging on the bed or perhaps in the bathroom, getting ready for the day. But upon entering the room, he was met with an eerie silence. Roselyn was nowhere to be found.His eyes scanned the room, his gaze lingering on the empty space beside him on the bed. He felt a twinge of unease, his mind racing with possibilities. Where could she be?He searched every nook and cranny of the mansion, his anger giving way to concern. But there was no sign of Roselyn. It was if she had vanished into thin air.Getting ready for the office, his thoughts were consumed by Roselyn's absence. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Had she really meant it when she said she wanted a divorce?The thought sent a shiver down his spin
I stood before the altar, my heart racing with anticipation. I gazed into Alexander Valtor's eyes, searching for a glimmer of love, of warmth. But his piercing gaze was cold, detached, like a winter's night without a flame to warm the soul.The priest's words echoed through the silence, a solemn cadence that bound us together in matrimony."Alexander Valtor, take Roselyn Carson's right hand, and declare your consent before God and his Church."Alexander's voice was flat, devoid of emotion, as he recited his vows. "I, Alexander Valtor, take you, Roselyn Carson, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life."I, Roselyn Carson, spoke from the heart, my words trembling with sincerity. "I, Roselyn Carson, take you, Alexander Valtor, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honor you all the days of my life.
My gaze drifted to my phone, its incessant ringing piercing the air. I hesitated, my heart sinking as I glanced at the screen. My husband's name flashed before me, taunting me like a cruel reminder of past hurts.No, I refused to answer. I wouldn't let him draw me back into the vortex of pain and tears. The memories still lingered, fresh and raw. This time, I'd face him on my terms, with divorce papers in hand.On the other side, Alexander's irritation echoed through the room: "What's your problem? Pick up the phone, stupid woman!"Tyler's calm voice intervened, "You need to control your anger, Alexander."Alexander's face darkened, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "You don't have to deal with that woman, so it's easier for you. Okay, go away and leave me alone!"Tyler's expression remained neutral, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. He turned to leave, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet.As he reached for the door handle, a sudden presence blocked his path. Ruby, Alex
Tyler's expression turned serious as he approached Alexander's desk. "It's been two days. Did you call her again?"Alexander's eyes narrowed, his tone laced with irritation. "I don't care, Tyler. Why are you so worried about my wife?"Tyler's voice remained calm, but his words carried weight. "Because you're the one who hurt your wife, Alexander. She's not what you and your family think of her."Alexander's face darkened, his jaw clenched. "And can you be so damn sure, huh?"Tyler's conviction was unwavering. "I know her, Alexander. I've seen the way she's treated around here. I don't understand why, if you hate her that much and always wanted to get rid of her, you're so upset now."Alexander's anger simmered just below the surface. "I am not upset; I am just... angry."Tyler's eyes locked onto Alexander's. "Angry for what?"Alexander's pride and ego fueled his response. "I should be the first one to ask for a divorce, not her."Tyler's laughter was unexpected, and it cut through the
Tyler's face reddened with rage as he confronted Alexander. "You fucking signed it; why? Are you insane? You fucking bastard!"Alexander's expression turned icy, his voice low and menacing. "Language, Tyler! I warned you last time."Tyler's sarcasm dripped like venom. "Oh, yes, sure, the great Alexander Valtor. How dare I forget?"Alexander's glare intensified, his eyes flashing with anger.Tyler continued, undeterred. "Your mountain-like ego, couldn't you throw it out the window for a while? Couldn't you talk to her calmly and softly for a few moments?"Alexander's silence was palpable, his jaw clenched.Tyler's voice softened, taking on a tone of disappointment. "You messed everything up, Alexander."Alexander's eyes dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's changed, Tyler. She no longer has old Roslyn in her. That softness and care are no longer visible in her eyes."Tyler's gaze bore into Alexander's soul. "And who is responsible for this, Alexander?"The silence that foll
Alexander's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening as he listened to Vincent's words."Sir, that man used to be Ms. Carson's friend during college time," Vincent explained, his tone cautious.Alexander's brow furrowed, his expression darkening. "Wait, you're referring to my wife as Ms. Carson?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of irritation.Vincent hesitated, sensing the undercurrent of tension. "I apologize, sir. I didn't mean to—"Alexander's interruption was swift, his tone firm. "The divorce procedure is still pending. She's still Mrs. Valtor."Vincent swiftly corrected himself. "Sorry, sir. I'll make sure to address her correctly."Alexander's expression remained stern, his voice still firm. "Continue."Vincent cleared his throat before proceeding. "As I was saying, sir, this man was Mrs. Valtor's friend during college. After she married you, there's no record of them meeting again."Alexander's gaze intensified, his focus sharpening. "Who is that man?" he asked, h