BELLATRIX.... Is he joking? That's the first line that came into my head. I sharply looked at his face; there was no trace of humor there; instead, worry and fear lingered on his features.My heart twisted strangely... That means he did not lie.When I said nothing, he touched my face. "Baby, calm down. What I am about to tell you won't be easy."I swallowed hard. At this point, I am numb, but I want to know. "O-kay..." I replied breathlessly."Bella, Mrs. Valdez is not your biological mother. She did not give birth to you. But... Mr. Valdez is your biological father," he said, dropping another bomb over my head.My mouth agape, my gaze blankly watched him.He sighed, caressing my neck. "It does not end here, Bella. There are many more. Do you want me to continue? Or do you want to see for yourself?" He gestured at the file. I once glanced at it and gulped hard again. The idea of my life being imprinted in that file did not please me; in fact, it was scarier. I shook my head, "No, y
BELLATRIX.... The revelation was hard, yet nothing is harder than losing a child. Perhaps because I have digested the shock of losing my child, I did not react harshly toward the unsaid truth.This taught me one truth, though. Now I know why my father used to be the one caring for me. Now I know why he wanted to see me on his deathbed and not Florence, because I was his biological daughter. I do not justify his actions, though; I never will..."Baby, we are here," Victor said to me, breaking my thoughts.I turned to him in a daze. "Huh?""We have reached here," he said again.I looked out of the car window. We are at the same investigation center. Our chauffeur opened the door, and we stepped out of the car."They are here?" I asked as my husband held my hand."Hmm. They have been brought for investigation..." He turned to me. "Are you sure you want to see them?" I squeezed his hand, locking our gazes. "Don't worry, I am fine... My mother taught me to face the hardest phases of life
VICTOR.... Life wasn't the same after the truth was revealed. My always-smiling little bird isn't the same anymore... She smiles, but the pure charm she had is no longer in her.It's been a couple of months since all the miseries, cruel truths, and heartbreaks, and Bella was the one hurt the most during that time, which changed her a lot.After returning home and seeing her mother that day, she only asked me two things: 1. To give Lucia's mother a standard life.She did not want that lady to suffer because of what her daughter did. Her mother did not know about Lucia's crime, and when she learned, she cried and asked for forgiveness again and again. She did not ask to free her daughter, though. Perhaps she too realized the severity of her daughter's actions.And 2. Bella demanded to keep Florence and Rebecca separate and never let them know about each other. She wanted Rebecca to suffer, which I obliged gladly. After that day, she did not speak about them, nor about her biological m
BELLATRIX.... I inhaled a deep breath before stepping inside the funeral home. I had avoided this topic after Victor informed me about her death two days ago. However, I came today for her funeral.Why? Well, I don't even know myself.I felt nothing for her anymore. The tie I had with her was brutally severed. Still, I wanted to see her, which was pretty surprising for me too.As usual, Victor accompanied me.Stepping inside, I walked toward her coffin. I saw her daughter, Florence, was there too, with police officers guarding her.The mother and daughter had both been sentenced to fourteen years of imprisonment.Seeing me, she tried hard to rush to me, but the officers did not let her. She glared at me hatefully. I knew that if she got a chance now, she would kill me. Well, unfortunate for her, I am not available for that.She was dragged away by the officers as I ignored her and looked at Rebecca's coffin. Her face was pale and slightly bluish. There was no charm on her face anymor
ONE YEAR LATER....BELLATRIX.... I stood in the bathroom, my body shivering, and drops of tears rolling down my cheeks... No, I'm not hurt; I'm emotional, and this feeling... It's beyond any joy and fear I could ever feel.I stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy kit. Yes, I'm pregnant again. I sobbed loudly, and suddenly the door of the bathroom swung open, revealing my anxious husband, who was waiting outside.He rushed inside. "Wh-what is it?" He was worried and nervous too.I felt so weak and sat on the toilet seat, showing him the kit.One glance at it, and he froze. Slowly, he bent down beside me, watching the kit. He looked up at me, his eyes teary... "Is it a yes?"I nodded. "Y-es." I choked on my tears, smiling and crying at the same time. As soon as I confirmed my pregnancy to him, he dropped his head on my thigh and started crying. It was the same emotion for him."We are... pregnant," he spoke between his tears, and I nodded. I hugged his head as we shed tears of
BELLATRIX... Most people forget that Valdez Villa had a little garage in the backyard, now mostly used as a storage for trash. However, I never forget. My most precious memories revolve around that garage—building my first birdhouse with Grandpa, learning to plant rare plants with Grandma. Then there was the day when twelve-year-old Neil, with a red rose in hand, first kissed my cheeks, melting my eight-year-old heart. “Bella, I’m going to marry you when we grow up,” he’d said, making my cheeks turn crimson. Years passed. We became adults, and as promised back then, Neil and I ended up together. However, after two years together, his feelings for me had weakened while mine had remained the same. He had become distant, and it seemed I no longer dwelled in his heart as I used to. Still, I believed we could be a happy couple and hoped my feelings would be reciprocated eventually. Submerged in those thoughts, I lost track of time until my phone buzzed with Mom's call. “Heard you're n
BELLATRIX... Distress would be an understatement for my feelings at that moment. My fists clenched, despite the throbbing ache in my arm. “It's not true, Neil,” I said in defense.“So she fell all by herself?” he asked, the disbelief evident in his voice.“I never said I didn’t push her. I said it was an accident!”He looked me up and down, his lips pursed. “Pfft. Yeah, an accident where you willfully hurt her. Stop with your lies, Bellatrix!” His words struck me deeply. That he didn’t believe me hurt my soul. Then helped Florence to her feet with such care and tenderness— the complete opposite of how he treated me.Florence's eyes caught mine, and she shot me an evil smirk only I could see. Ugh. Why can’t he see through her? How can he treat me this way?Worse, his next words nearly broke me. “Bellatrix, it can be forgiven if you apologize,” he said, his voice stern. Who am I kidding? He already trusted her words over mine. Anger rose within me. “I won't,” I said firmly. “And if
BELLATRIX... Shock rippled through the room after I suggested canceling my engagement to Neil. It even silenced Florence. It seemed she hadn’t expected me to give up so easily.“What?” Mom reacted first, breaking the grave silence. “Did you get screwed before your engagement? Just how much have you had to drink to spit this nonsense?”Her words stung, but I was nothing but a huge disappointment to them. I tightened my fists, nearly breaking the skin in my hand with my nails. But that pain didn’t compare to the anguish in my heart. “I mean it, Mom,” I said firmly.“That’s enough!” Dad stepped forward, standing beside Mom. “We’ve heard enough of this, Bellatrix. Stop it at once, and behave. You’re going to ruin our family’s reputation with this nonsense. Now,” he said, pointing at my arm without a hint of compassion, “take care of that bleeding and get to the event. Most of the guests have already arrived.”“Take care of that bleeding?” I repeated, barely able to believe his blasé atti