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 room, tears streaming down my face. It was too much to bear. Alexander had crossed all limits this time. He had proven that he didn't love me and that he didn't trust me. He had proven that he hated me.
In that moment, something inside me snapped. I realized that I had had enough. I was done with this marriage, done with being treated like a doormat. I wanted to be free, to live my own life, to love myself.
I wept for a long time, mourning the death of my dreams, mourning the loss of my love. But as the tears dried, a spark of determination ignited within me. I would rise from the ashes, I would take control of my life, and I would never again let anyone treat me like this.
the night wore on, I remained holed up in my room, unable to face the cruel faces of my husband's family. The thought of going downstairs and pretending everything was fine was too much to bear. I hadn't eaten all day, and my stomach growled with hunger, but I couldn't muster the strength to care.
It was around 8 pm when I heard the door open. Alexander was home, and surprisingly early. I wondered what could have brought him back so soon, but I didn't care. I didn't want to see him; I didn't want to talk to him. He only reminded me of my pain, my humiliation, and my faded love.
I remained on the floor, my back against the bed, and my eyes fixed on some point in front of me. Alexander ignored me, as if I were invisible. He changed his clothes and headed towards his study room, which was attached to our bedroom. I felt a surge of anger and frustration as I watched him. How could he so easily dismiss me, dismiss my feelings?
And then, without thinking, the words slipped out of my mouth. "I WANT DIVORCE!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls.
The room fell silent. Alexander stopped in his tracks; his back still turned to me. I could sense his tension, his surprise. But I didn't care. I meant it. I wanted out of this loveless, abusive marriage. I wanted to be free.
Slowly, Alexander turned around, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. But I didn't flinch. I held his gaze, my eyes blazing with determination. I was done. I was finally done with this toxic marriage, done with being treated like a doormat. I wanted my freedom, and I was ready to fight for it.
Alexander's steps halted, his cold face turning towards me with a mixture of shock and disdain. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice dripping with ice.
I stood my ground, meeting his gaze with matching coldness. No fear, no softness, just a resolute determination. "I want divorce, Mr. Alexander Valtor," I repeated, my voice firm and clear.
Alexander's expression twisted in contempt. "Don't you think it should be me who asks for divorce? I am the one who was forced to marry a girl like you."
I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I kept my cool. "What doesn't matter now? Let's get divorced and separate our paths. I really don't want to stay in this house and stay with you and your family anymore. I am done."
I took a deep breath, my words pouring out like a torrent. "Don't worry, I don't need anything from you. Just your signature on the divorce papers is enough for me. With that, I can finally leave this place behind."
I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I turned and walked out of the room, leaving Alexander looking surprised and taken aback. I knew I had to leave to get away from that toxic environment and the people who had crushed my self-respect.
I walked away. I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. My love for Alexander had turned to hatred, and I was no longer willing to be their slave. I was done with being treated like a doormat, done with being humiliated and belittled.
I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I was ready to start anew. I would leave this place behind; leave the pain and the heartache behind. I would rise from the ashes, stronger and wiser. And I would never again let anyone treat me like this.
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I stepped out of the mansion, and I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. My grandfather's words echoed in my mind: "If someone doesn't appreciate your love, let him go." I had finally mustered the courage to walk away from the toxic relationship that had consumed me for three long years.But as I walked away from the mansion, I couldn't help but feel lost and alone. Tears streamed down my face as I thought about my grandfather, the only person who had ever truly cared for me. He was no longer with me, and I felt like I had no one to turn to.
I walked aimlessly, my thoughts consumed by the pain and heartache of the past three years. I had given Alexander my everything, and he had repaid me with cruelty and indifference. I couldn't understand what I had done wrong or why he couldn't love me the way I loved him.
I walked; I became so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when I stepped off the sidewalk and into the middle of the road. The sound of a car horn pierced the air, and I turned just in time to see a car hurtling towards me.
I tried to move, but it was too late. The car hit me with a sickening thud, and I felt myself flying through the air. I landed hard on the pavement, my eyes blurring and my head spinning.
I lay there. I saw a man running towards me, his face etched with concern. "Roselyn! Roselyn!" he shouted, his voice familiar but distant. "How did you come here? Oh god, hold on!"
He reached me and scooped me up in his arms, cradling me like a child. I felt a sense of comfort and safety wash over me, and my eyes began to close.
"Please don't leave me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"I won't," he replied, his voice soft and gentle. "I've got you, Roselyn. You're safe now."
And with that, everything went black.
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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
Rose walked away; Victoria's venomous words followed, infuriating Alexander."Mother, please stop," Alexander intervened, his tone firm but laced with irritation.But Victoria continued, her malice unchecked. "She's a manipulative, selfish woman who only cares about herself."Alexander's patience snapped. "We've signed the divorce agreement, Mother. She'll soon be out of our lives. Let her be."Victoria's eyes sparkled with malice. "Ah, then this is a celebration! We should party, considering the unwanted daughter-in-law will soon be out of our lives."Alexander's anger boiled over. "There's nothing to celebrate, Mother. And I won't join in your twisted jubilation."His voice rose. "I have urgent work to attend to. I'll leave you to your... celebration."With that, Alexander stormed out of Bellavista, his anger and frustration simmering.Outside, he scanned the area, searching for Rose, but she was gone.Alexander's anger shifted to self-directed frustration. Why had he let his family