Chapter three.

Emily's POV.

"What... What's going on?" My voice came out in a low whisper. 

The doctor quickly stood up and bolted out of the ward.

"Oh, poor Emily," Nichole bursted into laughter. "You don't have a life of your own, do you?" 

"Where is Liam? I need to speak with him," I snapped, ignoring her tantrum. 

She roared into another fit of laughter. 

"Liam? He's gone to get the divorce papers ready," her words pierced through my heart like a sharp dagger. He really was going to grant me the divorce. How long has he waited for this?

"Awn, you look sad, don't be, love, this is really a good thing for you, I mean just like you said, you are finally going to be free of the torture," 

"He is my husband," I muttered under my breath. 

"And yet he calls me in the middle of the night to express his desires to have me at the other side of the bed and not you," yet again, her words were like a bomb, brutally ripping my heart into a million tiny pieces. 

I should have known.

He was really seeing someone despite still being legally married to me? Nichole has been his mistress this whole while, and he made me donate my blood to her constantly not stopping to care about my health. He cared about her that much. 

"Why would you do this to a fellow woman? Have I wronged you?" My lips quivered uncontrollably as I spoke. 

"Yes Emily, you wronged me the moment you got married to him, Liam and I have been together longer than you could ever imagine, and suddenly his family decided to pair you both together pushing me to the side, I only fought for what's mine," she spat angrily, further intensifying my misery.

I couldn't say any more word, I was too weak to engage her any further, with a last glance at her, I slowly turned around and headed out.

Grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door open, I slightly turned around to face her.

"Where you really sick?"

She chuckled amusedly and cast me a knowing look. "Sweetie, a girl's gotta do what she gotta do, what's important right now is that Liam and I will be together finally, I must really thank you for making it quite easy for me," she blabbed. 

"Oh and accept my apologies for the blood you sacrificed as well, I can assure you though, that they were properly trashed,"  

Without waiting to hear any more degrading words from her, I quickly ran out of the ward and all the way out of the hospital. 

Luckily the next bus driving by had an available space and I rapidly climbed in, my tears finally came rushing uncontrollably down my cheeks as I sobbed all the way home.

I felt worthless and thoroughly used. My whole life was shattered in a minute, the earth had opened up and for some reason, it kept dragging me down with it and no matter how hard I tried to stay afloat, nothing could stop me from drowning. 

Except for the tiny little life beating inside me. It was the only source of strength that I had left. 

*

My heart skipped a beat as I sighted his car parked in the garage immediately I walked into the mansion. 

It was evident that he was home already and of course, had the divorce papers with him. 

Well here goes nothing. 

I exhaled a deep breath and walked into the house, my legs silently moved against the crystal floor as I approached the bedroom.

"Took you this whole time to get home, it wouldn't have taken this much time if you had driven with me," his voice resounded in my head as soon as I stepped into the room.

I couldn't help the dry chuckle that bubbled out of my mouth, my gaze matching his fiercely. I had lost every ounce of fear for him. 

"I'm here now, aren't I?" 

I watched as he furrowed his brows in obvious confusion. In our four years of marriage, I have never spoken back at him and I could tell this was coming as a shocker.

"Here," he dropped a file containing a bunch of papers roughly on the table, I needed not to be told that those were the divorce papers. "Once you sign those, I never want to see you again," his eyes were bloodshot as he stared deep into my eyes. His cold voice jolted through my spine. 

"You can keep the credit cards and anything else in your possession, you'll most definitely need it," and with that, he turned around and stormed out of the room. I stood rooted on the spot watching as he disappeared through the door. He wasn't the least willing to ask if I had considered my decision. I could tell he has craved this opportunity throughout the four years of our marriage. I offered it to him in a gold platter and he grabbed it in a heartbeat. 

Wiping off the strands of tears rolling down my cheeks, I grabbed the papers, my body quivered uncontrollably as the flashes from the horrible four years of my marriage with Liam rushed through my head. The evidence of his dislike towards me was evident but I had chosen to be blind to it because I loved him exceptionally. 

Not anymore. 

In a swift move, I scribbled down my signature on the paper. 

I reached into my bag and fetched the credit cards, both cards were well loaded as Liam never failed to fill them up weekly, now it was obvious he did that to wash off his guilt for treating me like trash.

He wanted me to have it even after the divorce, it was a tempting offer as I wouldn't have to struggle to survive but taking it was like smoothening his back for the horrible things he's done to me. I would rather starve to death than have anything that belonged to him henceforth. 

Quietly, I dropped them on the papers, and with one glance at the room, I walked out. 

*

I walked through the shadows of darkness along the lonely road, heading to nowhere in particular as my head was blank.

Aside from the Johnsons, I knew nobody and had no external relationship.

I clenched my hands on my arms, the cold was unbearable and the sharp shred of loneliness and deep pain ripping through me added terribly to my misery. 

Suddenly, there was a loud screeching noise behind and before I could turn around, my head crashed against a hard surface and everything became blank.