Chapter 0002

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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