Chapter 6: Beg Berry

Ophelia’s point of view

“Abort that child,” he said, his voice rough and deep, sounding so serious like he meant every word. 

I felt a wave of panic wash over me and instinctively took a step back. Berry noticed my fear, and with a fierce grip, he pulled me closer to him, making my heart race with dread. 

“Don’t be stubborn,” he warned in a threatening tone, “if you don’t want me to handle this myself.” I felt an urge to push him away, so I jerked my hands free from his grasp. 

“What has gotten into you, Berry!” I shouted, my voice ringing with defiance. “I’m keeping the child no matter what!” But as soon as the words left my mouth, he responded with a sharp slap across my face that stung and made my vision blur slightly. Then, he seized my hair and yanked me down to the floor with a force that left me feeling helpless.

“You don't even deserve to be called a human,” he whispered with a chilling calmness as he hovered above me, ready to hurt me again. Just then, Caroline burst into the chaos, standing between us like a fragile barrier. 

“Please don’t hurt my sister,” she pleaded, her eyes filled with genuine worry and sorrow. The sight of her concern only fueled my anger even more. 

“Caroline, how can you be so heartless?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of sadness and disbelief. She simply ignored my question, acting as if she didn’t understand my pain.

“You don’t need to feel sorry for her,” Berry told Caroline sharply, as if dismissing my worth entirely. Caroline fell silent then, retreating behind him, and I could see a smirk forming on her lips, which cut even deeper.

I clenched my fists tightly, boiling with rage as I pushed myself up off the floor. I stepped closer to Berry, leaving no space between us, fueled by a surge of defiance. 

“Is this really just an excuse for you to cheat?” I asked, my anger spilling over. Instead of being angry back, he merely smiled, a smirk that sickened me.

“Then let’s get a divorce,” he declared coldly.

His words felt like knives stabbing into my chest over and over again. It hurt so much, but I realized that my peace of mind mattered more than anything else, especially when it meant putting up with people who would never change. 

“Fine, let’s get a divorce,” I replied with newfound strength, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me, before I turned and stormed out, my heart racing with a mix of fury and determination.

As I strolled along the deserted street, I suddenly became aware of the warm tears that were silently rolling down my cheeks. It felt as if I was standing in the middle of an empty world, completely lost and overwhelmed with sadness. My heart felt heavy with despair, and I realized I had given up on placing trust in anyone, feeling utterly hopeless and alone.

Just when I thought my heart couldn't ache any more from believing that both my husband and sister had turned their backs on me, I glanced up and saw something that made my chest hurt even more. There, walking into a nearby bar, was Andrew—my husband—and Anne—my sister—entwined together, their arms around each other as if nothing else in the world mattered. The sight of them laughing and being so close made my heart shatter into tiny pieces, and all I could manage was a sad little chuckle that felt more like a sob in disguise. Just then, my phone buzzed incessantly, pulling me away from my spiraling thoughts. I looked down at the screen only to frown at the name flashing in front of me.

“Aren’t you ready to know them?” someone’s voice came through, filled with a mocking tone before I hurried to call a cab to take me somewhere—anywhere but here.

I soon arrived at a plain-looking building. The moment I entered, my eyes were drawn to a woman sitting there elegantly, sipping on her tea with an air of confidence. 

“I knew you’d come,” she said, a knowing smile crossing her lips as she approached me. She reached out and gently stroked my hair back, a gesture that felt oddly intimate yet laced with contempt.

“Caroline told me what you did. How could you be so low?” her voice dripped with sarcasm as her eyes scanned me, searching for any sign of remorse.

“I bet you’re feeling pleased with yourself now. You never truly loved him; you were just fooling around with Berry while pretending to be devoted. It’s so sad that he doesn’t even realize that,” she continued, her tone sharp and accusatory, almost as if she derived some pleasure from exposing me.

“I have never played with Berry’s feelings!” I shot back at her, anger burning in my gaze as it locked onto her smug smile.

“Oh really? You did all of this simply out of desperation to find your real parents,” she replied, a cruel twist of her lips revealing the contempt she held for me.

“You wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of this baby just like you did before, wouldn't you? And then you’d run back to Berry like nothing ever happened. Just think about it…” she said, letting out a chilling smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.