2. Pregnancy Result

Alex snapped his fingers. “Two weeks ago, on Friday, you sent me a text about staying over at a friend’s place, didn’t you?” His voice was sharp, his pale green eyes fixed on Sophia with an intensity that made her stomach churn.

She frowned. “Me? Sent you a text?” Confusion flickered across her face. She didn’t remember sending him anything. Not in the past year, at least. After their marriage, she had been careful, giving him space, making sure she never did anything that might anger him. She had always walked on eggshells, hoping that if she did everything right, he would finally see her.

“Oh, fuck!” Alex exhaled harshly, his frustration crackling in the air between them. “You’re not just a cheat, you’re a liar and a fucking wh…ore!” He couldn't even say the words correctly, because it broke him to say them.

Sophia flinched as though he had struck her. Of all the things he had said, nothing stung as much as that word.

“Alex…” Her voice was barely above a whisper. Tears burned the back of her eyes, but she fought them.

How could she explain that she had only ever loved him? That she had never, not even once, betrayed their vows?

“You think I’m a whore?” Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to hold his gaze.

“I'm sorry,” he was quick to apologize, he looked like he hadn't meant it. But Sophia was above hearing at the moment to notice his regret.

“I’ve only ever been with you!”

Her heart felt like it had been wrenched from her chest. She wanted to scream, to beg him to listen, but his expression remained blank, and cold. And so detached.

“Oh God, Sophia.” Alex let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. “You lie so effortlessly. It’s honestly pathetic.”

He turned toward the door, but desperation clawed at her, and before she could stop herself, the words tumbled out. “It’s because of Alice, isn’t it?” Her voice cracked. “Your ex-girlfriend is back, and suddenly, I’m disposable.”

Alex froze.

“You think I don’t know?” Sophia continued, her hands trembling at her sides. “She’s the one who left you, Alex. She walked away for fame, and now that she’s back, you’re acting like I never existed. But I’m your wife! I’ve been here for you every single day for the past year. I won’t just let you throw me away.”

His gaze snapped to hers, his eyes like ice. The man she had loved since her teenage years—the man she had once found warmth in—looked at her with nothing but contempt.

“Alice has nothing to do with this,” he said, his voice dangerously quiet. “Stop blaming innocent people for your own mess. This is about you and your so-called friend. The one you’ve been sleeping with.”

Her breath hitched. “Finn is my friend. And you—” her voice faltered, then steadied. “You’re my husband. And the only person I've ever slept with.”

Alex scoffed. “We don’t even sleep in the same room. And we've never slept in the same room.”

Sophia felt her legs wobble. He didn’t remember.

That night—two weeks ago.

They had slept together. She had thought he had finally seen her, finally wanted her, even if just for a moment. But he had already forgotten.

“And how am I supposed to believe you?” Alex continued, his tone razor-sharp. “When I have pictures of you and Finn—half-naked, wrapped around each other?”

She felt the blood drain from her face. “What?”

He clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists. “I have no time for this.” His voice was clipped, final. “You have twenty-four hours. Sign the damn papers.”

Sophia could only watch as he turned away again. With every step he took toward the door, something inside her shattered.

“Where are you going?” she called after him, her voice trembling. “It’s raining. It’s freezing outside…”

“I don’t care.” He didn’t even look back. “As long as I’m away from you.”

Then, with one final bang, the front door slammed shut.

He left her. Unwilling to hear her out. He left the house.

He was gone. And he didn't even look back.

Her legs gave out. She crumpled onto the floor, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying, but failing to hold back the sobs clawing at her throat.

She felt dizzy, and nauseous. She placed a hand to her mouth, tightening her eyes shut, while her other hand rested on her stomach.

Their marriage for the past year was never roses and lilies, but she never for once complained to anyone, not even her parents or his. As long as she had him for herself, then it was okay, nothing else mattered.

Amidst everything, the thought of their marriage ending within a mere year had never crossed her mind.

A small object slipped from her pocket, landing on the floor with a soft clatter.

The pregnancy test.

Her fingers fumbled as she reached for it, her chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. The faint lines on the stick blurred through her tears.

A sob ripped from her throat.

She had found out this morning.

She had been so hopeful, so sure that the news would make him happy. That maybe, just maybe, it would bring them closer. Even if just a little.

But before she could tell him…

He had asked for a divorce.

She held tightly to her stomach as a sharp pang coursed through her, making her feel as if she is not only being pierced in her heart alone but also in her abdomen.

She had given him everything.

And now, he had left her with nothing.