Chapter 1

Rosetta's POV

“You can't keep doing this to me, father. I am also your child.” My voice of protest broke through the silence in the entire room. The room was huge and my voice echoed within it but I didn't care.

“I have made my decision, Rosetta. Theo will be taking over the shares instead of you. You did go against me when you decided to get married to that bastard anyway and I took it as a cue to do what I want. Or you think it's unfair?” My father asked, not showing even a bit of remorse for giving what was meant to be mine to my older brother.

“You've given him your company, your estates, more than half of your property and you expect me to just sit back and get nothing? You've always been unfair–”

“Watch your words with your father, Rosetta. You already got one thing you wanted and how is it going?” My mother spat at me mockingly. “You can't even keep your husband for yourself, how would you keep any of the properties?”

“Don't speak about Justin like that, mother–”

“Oh just shut up, Rosetta. You can't get a man to keep you, so you definitely have no right to even speak about the properties after going against mum and dad.” Theodore, my older brother, mocked as he took his gaze off his phone. “I'm even surprised he let you out of the house after locking you up and brutally beating you.”

“Let me guess what he said after, “you just frustrated me and I had no choice”. Or am I wrong?” He tutted before looking away from me like I was a disgusting sight to behold.

I had always been looked at this way by all of them. I have never gotten what was meant to be mine or gotten to keep what was meant to be mine, because everyone eventually turns their backs on me. Just because I am a gentle and soft hearted person, I was always taken for granted.

Even my own parents hate the sight of me, which makes me wonder why they had me in the first place since they favored my older brother a lot more than me.

The only one I thought I would find happiness with, and got married to him against my parent's will just to grasp that little happiness, he was nothing like I had imagined. My husband, Justin, who I thought would never hurt me, became one that I couldn't even recognize anymore and now he was having a mistress without even hiding the fact that he had one to me.

He never cared for my own feelings and I wonder if he ever loved me back then to begin with or he was just pretending to love me, while using me.

Tears stung my eyes as my parents and brother left me there to proceed with whatever it was they were doing. I was always the disliked one in the family so they didn't care if I left there or not as long as my older brother was safe and did his duties well. And all he does to me is bully me and rub it in my face that I'm that useless to them.

Standing from my seat, I headed straight towards my car and as soon as I got there, my phone rang, displaying Justin's name.

“Dar–”

“Lisa is coming over in an hour, make sure you prepare something for her to eat. I don't want her starving now that she has my child with her.” He cut me off in the middle of my greeting and I clenched my fist hard but I soon released it.

“But Justin, I am not home right now. I came to see my parents, and we were supposed to go on a vacation together as couples. Maybe–”

“Do you think I care about where the hell you are right now, or what you're doing? Just do what I told you to do and stop trying to make useless excuses and just do exactly as I told you to.” He snapped before hanging up.

“Understood.” I mumbled, the call ending and the first thing I saw when my phone was unlocked was the picture of him and Lisa which he had sent going for his child's ultrasound. I wanted to know what it feels like to have my own child too.

It wasn't too much to ask, right? I want to know how it feels to care for my child and make sure my child never goes through the same thing my parents put me through, because although they gave everything for a comfortable life, a life with a broken heart and life was nothing worth much.

I drove straight home to do as he asked and prepared her favorite soup for her. I didn't know what she would like but she ordered me around to cook a lot of food, I honestly don't know what she would want this time around.

As soon as I got home, I could already see her in the upper living room, watching TV with tears in her eyes. She had let herself inside even before I arrived. “Lisa,” I called. “I don't think you should be here without either Justin and I being here.”

She paused, turning to look at me with a flash of irritation in her eyes. A look I have seen well enough to get used to it. “You dare tell me what to do and what not to do? What do you know? Do you expect a pregnant woman to stay outside waiting for you to return from God knows where?”

“That's something a guest should do.” I replied calmly and she stood up, walking over in my direction with a cold look.

“A guest? You should be glad I am doing you a favor and taking all the attention away from you or you would have been maltreated for being unable to give Justin a child. He deserves a child and you're too infertile to even have a child for him.” Her words stung me hard deeply in the chest, but I just stared at her blankly for a few seconds before turning away.

“Justin asked me to make you lunch, what would you like?”

That was how my life was. I took everything the way they threw it at me and acted like a fool just to find a place I'm best fitted in, but everything seems like I don't belong there. I am the only one who was an extra piece in my family, in Justin's life, and it hurts me so much that I just ended up crying without knowing, while thinking about it.

I walked over to Lisa with her food and from just staring at the food I could tell she was about to criticize it. “If you don't like it, I can take it. You can make lunch yourself.” I said and she sprang up in anger, attempting to hit me but she tripped on her feet.

I swiftly moved out of the way to avoid her collision with me when she suddenly fell on her face, hard. At that moment, I saw someone standing on the stairs, staring up at us. Justin.

“My stomach…” a screech made me turn to look down at Lisa to see her clothes getting covered with blood. I took a step back, looking towards Justin who suddenly rushed over to her.

“Are you okay, Lisa?” He suddenly inquired, turning to look at her but she was gradually becoming unconscious as tears rolled down her eyes. “Stay with me, Lisa.”

He suddenly shifted his gaze in my direction and I took steps back from the murderous intent I was getting from him. “You intentionally did this, didn't you?”

“No, Justin. She tripped herself…”

“Shut up you bitch. You hurt my woman and my child. Isn't your existence enough for me? You are going to rot in jail for doing this to Lisa and our child. You will pay for this, you piece of trash.”