No return

Lilian POV

When I rang the doorbell of that mansion, I felt a little odd doing that, it must have been because I had never needed to ring the doorbell of the house. After all, I was always the lady of this house, but today things have changed, in fact, things have changed since yesterday when I divorced my husband.

The divorce had been so sudden that it took me by surprise, Jensen suddenly showed up at home demanding a divorce, and that caught me off guard. He had even packed my suitcase and everything, just waiting for me to get home so he could send me away.

That had been humiliating, but I was going to stay strong like I always had. I sighed, adjusting my sweater to ward off the cold outside, and waited a little longer. I had looked in the garage and noticed that the cars were still there, indicating that Jensen was still at home, I had come there with the excuse that I needed to get something personal of mine that he had left out when he hurriedly packed my bags, anxious for me to leave his house.

To tell the truth, I was still shaken by what had happened yesterday, I still hadn't recovered, and I thought I would never recover because I had been married to this man for three years and everything had ended overnight in a way so sudden.

The door was opened, and to my surprise, it was not one of the house servants, but a young, slender, blonde woman with blue eyes wearing a robe and looking at me from below with an air of disdain.

"Who are you?" She asked as if she didn't recognize me, and my presence there was a nuisance to her.

I gasped in shock. Wasn't that Kate, Jensen's secretary? Why was she there, and on top of that, wearing just a bathrobe?

I swallowed hard before responding. “Um… I’d like to talk to Jensen…” I stammered. Likewise, I would have even thought I had the wrong door if I didn't know that place as well as the back of my hand.

"Oh yes. You are his ex-wife, I can recognize you from the portrait that was on his desk in the office. Let me tell you, you are much uglier in person, and I burned and shredded that portrait like we shred old disposable paper,” she said with disgust, looking at me as if I were a piece of trash.

I bit my own lip, still shocked by her boldness. Should I respond to her insult? Maybe give her a good slap across the face to put her in her place, but I wasn't about to do that, my issue was with Jensen, not with her.

So I wanted to force my way in so I could go talk to him, but he stopped me.

“Hey, you crazy woman! Are you trying to hit me?” She tried to provoke me again.

“I'm not going to get my hands dirty with bitches like you,” I told her, wanting her to back away and stop teasing me.

She dramatized her shocked expression, showing how ghetto she was. “Did you just call me a bitch? Your man left you to be with me, and you call me a bitch? Well, okay, this bitch here is much hotter than you, so much so that your husband left you because of me,” She threw those words at me, wanting to offend me.

“Get out of my way,” I ordered, as she was still holding the door.

"Go away from here! That man is mine now!” She screamed at me.

Good heavens! She had barely spent time with him, and she already thought he was hers? “Just get out of my way!” I took her arm off the door frame to give me some space to pass and enter the house.

"What's going on here?" It was Jensen, appearing from the stairs with a look of confusion on his face at the sight of the little mess.

His secretary, when she saw him, screamed as if she were in pain and threw herself on the floor. “Aww, she hurt me!” She claimed that I had hurt her.

For God’s sake, I had barely touched her!

“Kate, are you okay?” Jensen asked worriedly, going to help his mistress.

“My arm hurts, honey…” she pretended in a tearful voice.

I gasped at that image. It was the height of seeing her call my recently ex-husband honey, seeing them like that turned my stomach and made me sick.

Jensen was looking at me relentlessly now. "What are you doing here? Didn’t we talk about everything yesterday?” His words were as harsh and hurtful as the sting of a sharp knife in my heart.

During the three years we were married, I loved him so much, and I dedicated myself so much to please him and make him happy, but today I was getting this in return, this rejection...

I almost cried right there, but I was going to hold back my tears and cry somewhere else, I was going to keep acting strong.

“I need to talk to you in private, Jensen…” I said to him and as much as I was trying to act strong, my voice shook, demonstrating how affected and emotionally weak I was.

He growled in disgust, lifting his mistress off the ground and hugging her. “Why don’t you go to the bedroom, lie down on the bed, and wait for me there, huh, baby?” He suggested it to her in a sweet and caring voice.

“All right, honey. But don't be so late, okay? Send her away soon and come to me; I'll be waiting for you upstairs with a nice surprise,” she said to him and then kissed him right there in front of me.

I looked away, my heart was extremely hurt. It was hurting so much, but I must have been strong enough to bear it all.

“Very well, we are alone now. What do you want to tell me?" He asked, his voice returning to being hard and rough, his gaze so icy as if he had a grudge against me.

“I believe the bedsheets still smell like me, but you have already brought another woman to lie in the same bed that I have shared with you for the last 3 years. How dare you?” I asked, completely disgusted by his low behavior. He didn't wait at least a week to bring another home because he and I lived all this time and shared unique and intimate things... Apparently, I was the only one who had this consideration for him.

“It’s my house, Lilian. I’ll bring here whoever I want,” he said to me, still with roughness in his voice. Seeing him like that, he didn't even look like the same man I married.

I just chuckled skeptically, the roof of my mouth tasting bitter. Jensen Grimes came from a powerful and rich family of influencers in the city, he worked as CEO of his family's companies and was stupidly rich. At the moment when we were married, we loved each other so much that it was even shocking today that we were in this position as if we were two enemies.

And what saddened me even more was that I hadn't given him any reason to demand a divorce. He had just thrown those papers in my face and demanded that I sign the divorce agreement, claiming that I was cheating on him.

“Is this really what you want, Jensen? Divorce me and spend time with other women? Why are you doing this? Don’t you realize you hurt me by doing this?” I asked, still holding back my tears. I loved this man very much.

He sighed as if he was bored. “If you came here to talk about this, then you can leave because I don't want to talk to you,” he said, still looking at me hard, his handsome face, once always smiling and polite to me, today treating me as if I were his biggest enemy.

"Hang on! I came here to tell you something…” I said, almost begging.

“Tell me then because I’m running out of time for this.”

I swallowed again. “I'm pregnant Jensen, I'm going to have your child,” I told him once and for all.

He frowned. "Pregnant? Are you pregnant?"

I nodded. “I just found out today, after these strong emotions yesterday I ended up feeling sick and went to the hospital. Then the doctors told me that I was expecting a child. You're going to be a father, Jensen…” At that moment I was already crying with emotion.

He smiled sarcastically. “Is this your desperate way of still being married to me? I bet you don't want to lose all the perks that a marriage with me brings, do you? You are so desperate to the point of inventing a pregnancy just to stay married to me,” he said, skeptical.

His words offended me more than anything. "What? I'm not making anything up, I can even prove that I'm pregnant, Jensen…” I said, still confused.

“Then take it off!” He practically screamed at me.

"What…?" my eyes were wide. I wasn't believing it.

“Get rid of this pregnancy and forget about me! I'm fed up with you, I just want you to disappear, okay? Don’t look for me anymore, just go away!” He commanded it, completely changed.

“Jensen…” I cried to him.

"Go!" He pointed to the door, implacable. A loud sound of laughter was coming from above the stairs.

When I looked there, I saw that it was his mistress there on the stairs, laughing at me and enjoying seeing how Jensen was kicking me out of his house.

Overcome with anguish, I looked at him one last time with my heart aching with sadness, he wasn't even looking at me anymore, so I just turned around and left that house, never to return.