Divorce

Olivia's POV

I felt a mix of excitement as I pulled open the door to the mansion, holding the brown envelope containing the results in my hands.

“Honey, I’m…” I trailed off, my gaze meeting his angry expression, etched with frustration.

“What’s the issue?” I inquired, the envelope slipping from my hand and landing on the couch as I walked up to him, placing my hands on his shoulders.

“Take those filthy hands off me,” he barked, taking my hands forcefully off his shoulders. I winced in pain, clutching my wrist.

“What have I done?” I asked, perplexed. I had just left the house to go to the hospital and confirm if I was truly pregnant. We shared a happy, beautiful moment together before I left. So why the sudden change? It was unlike him.

“I want a divorce,” he snapped. His words making my feet to tremble, and I paused to regain my composure, taking a deep breath.

“What did you say?” I asked, not sure if I had heard him correctly, those words weren't adding up.

“Are you deaf? I said I want a divorce. What don’t you understand?” he retorted, his face contorted, forming a thin line. I groaned, holding my chest, it felt like my heart was shredded into pieces.

“Tell me you it's a joke,” I managed to speak up admist the lumb that had formed in my throat, my voice stuttering.

“Does it look like I’m joking?” he yelled., Startling the living life off me. I noticed my palms trembling. “You’re not just silly; you’re a cheap cheat who sleeps with anything in trousers,” he spat angrily.

“What's all these?” I asked, I couldn't understood any of what he was saying.

He remained silent for a moment, then grabbed the brown envelope by his side I was oblivious to, and tossed it at me with a darkened glare. Still perplexed, I crouched low to pick it up and slowly opened it, my heart racing like a sprinter.

“What!” I gasped, stunned by the contents.

“I didn’t do this. This isn’t me," I cried out, feeling hurt deep in my heart. fears welling at the corner of my eyes. I couldn’t believe what was staring back at me — my naked body with another man on top of me? How? when?

“For goodness' sake, it’s fabricated! I’ve never cheated on you, never!” I shouted, clutching my stomach. “I just came back to tell you that we’re expecting a child,” I said bitterly, devastated.

He looked at me, his anger still evident. “Aren’t you pathetic? Trying to impose another man’s child on me? How dumb do you think I am to believe that the child is mine, after seeing this?”

“Then you can do a DNA test when the child is born. Please, don’t throw me out. This child is yours, and I’ve never cheated on you,” I pleaded, crouching low on my knees . He remained quiet, and I prayed deeply that he would consider my plea.

“It’s too late because I’m done with this marriage. It’s time you moved on with your miserable life and leave me the heck alone. I’m done,” he snapped angrily, his hand slammed on the armrest of the couch, the noise echoing the entire space.

“Why are you doing this to me? I have loved you, sacrificing my life for you, yet you can’t trust me?” I said bitterly, my heart shredding into pieces.

“Hi, babe,” a familiar voice called from behind. I turned to confirm my suspicions. It was her, Fiona Adams. I could never mistake that voice, not for a second.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming this soon,” Liam, my husband, said, opening his arms to embrace her and planting a kiss on her neck.

“Liam!” I shouted in pain. How dare he disregard me like this in front of her?

“Yes, what do you want?” he asked sarcastically. The hurt intensified as I watched them. He pulled away from the embrace and kissed her affectionately, throwing me off guard.

“So that’s why you pulled that stunt earlier, ahh? Answer me! You fabricated pictures just to accuse me falsely and throw me out of your house, didn’t you?” I retorted, raising my brow. It was glaring obviously that he planned all of these.

“Please, don’t you ever raise your silly voice at my man,” Fiona snapped, pointing her slender fingers at me. My fury heightened.

“Babe, don’t worry. I can handle it,” Liam said, patting her shoulder. His angry gaze fixed on me, and I snickered.

“For your information, Fiona has always been my first love. I only married you to secure my inheritance because Dad insisted. But now that she’s back, I’m not going back on my decision. I’m done with you. You can go fix your life with your other lovers,” he blurted, tilting his head towards Fiona. “Oh, and just so you know,” he turned to me, “those pictures weren’t fabricated. She caught you in the very act,” he added, and I huffed.

“They aren’t real! Look closely; they were fabricated,” I defended desperately.

“I choose to believe her because I know she wouldn’t lie about something like this. The divorce papers are on the table. Sign them. I don’t want to find you still here when I come back down,” he said, his voice icy. He held Fiona by the waist and led her up the stairs. At that moment, I felt the urge to plead. I couldn’t let him throw me out like this for something I knew nothing about. Even if it took apologizing a million times, I would do it to get my husband back.

I hurried over, holding his legs while crouching low. “Please, honey, forgive me. I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way, but believe me, I’ve never cheated on you, I have never done that. This child is yours. Please don’t throw us away,” I begged, still holding onto his legs. I could sense the coldness behind his harsh demeanor, that vulnerability visible.

“Look who’s pretending to be innocent. Are you calling me a liar now?” Fiona sneered.

“Get those filthy hands of yours off me this minute,” he growled, pulling his legs away forcefully. I held on tightly. “I said get your filthy hands off me this minute!” he shouted, kicking my hand. I hit the wall hard and slammed my stomach against the tiled floor, that was when the reality dawn on me. A sharp, severe pain tore through my abdomen. I clutched my stomach in agony. “Ahh,” I groaned.

He moved closer, and I thought he might feel pity for what he had done. Instead, he grabbed my jaw harshly, gazing directly into my eyes, all I could see was disgust. “The next time you come close and touch me with those filthy hands of yours, I’ll make sure it’s your last day on earth,” he threatened, pushing my jaw away before turning to leave with his lover.

The pain increased, and I tried to stand up but couldn’t. That was when I realized blood was already coming out of me. “No, no!” I screamed, holding my stomach.

“Liam, I am bleeding!” I shouted, my voice already wavering.

“You can bleed to death; I don't care,” I heard his harsh voice from afar, echoing off the steps. How heartless and cruel could he be? To think I never knew this side of him in all the years we have been married was bad enough.

I managed to get up, my hands pressing firmly against the wall as I crouched out of the building and into the car I had just arrived in minutes ago. The pain intensified with each passing minute, and my back was sore, but I held on to the steering wheel and the brakes tight, even though my vision was growing dim and my heart numb.

“No, I can't die. My child cannot die,” were the last words I remembered saying before collapsing to the floor at the hospital entrance. I could still hear faint voices approaching before they gradually faded away.

*****

The shimmers of light nearly blinded me as I struggled to open my eyes admist the pains I felt.

“Ma'am, thank goodness you're awake,” a familiar voice pulled me back to reality, and I turned to see the warm, smiling face of Dr. Benita.

“Doctor, what…” I trailed off as the memories came rushing back. Panic gripped my entire being, and I trembled.

“Don't worry, Mrs. Moore. Your child is safe,” she reassured me. But then, a frown creased her face.

“What's wrong, Doctor?” I managed to ask despite the sudden sting of fear enveloping my heart.

“Whatever happened before your arrival should never happen again. It was a miracle that you and your baby survived. I advise you to take care of yourself and this baby. It's a blessing, and I believe you know that,” she said clearly, and I nodded.

“Good. Then prioritize your safety and that of your child,” she advised.

My heart bled even more. I couldn't believe Liam had done this to me and our child. He was probably with his lover right now while I fought for our lives.

“How long have I been here?” I inquired.

“Two days.”

“Two days?”

“Yes.”

“Has anyone come looking for me? My husband, Liam?”

“No, he hasn't, and no one else has,” she replied, turning to check the IV drip. That was when it dawned on me that he had moved on, and I was utterly alone in this world. I thought I had found solace in marrying Liam after the death of my false parents, but it seemed I was wrong. I had always been alone, with no one to hold on to. It hurt, but then I realised I still had my child.

I was discharged the next day, and I had one last thing to do—go to the mansion, sign the papers, and leave the city. After all, there was nothing left for me here, and I couldn't heal while staying in the same space as Liam and his lover, Fiona. I needed to leave, to search for a greener pasture for myself and my unborn child. Hopefully, I still had enough savings in my account.

I arrived at the mansion a few minutes later. No one was home, which was perfect. Taking the divorce papers, I scanned through them, and tears welled up in my eyes. But I had to do this. It was glaringly obvious he no longer cared about me or our child. My palms grew sweaty. However, I signed the papers. I could feel the floor trembling beneath me, but it didn’t swallow me up like I anticipated. I reassured myself that tomorrow was going to be great as I stormed out of the mansion with my luggage.

One last look at the once-beautiful home I called mine. The tears streamed down my face again, but I knew no amount of crying could bring him back to his senses. It had always been about her, always. Nothing could change that; not even me or our unborn child. His heart was cruel and disheartening, but I vowed that he would pay for every one of his actions, no matter the cost…