Divorce papers!

I stood frozen, my feet glued to the cold floor. Hazel stood before me, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her eyes glinting with smug triumph. My heart pounded in my chest, the words I desperately wanted to say caught in my throat.

She tilted her head, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. “Don’t just stand there, Eva. Areen will be here any second.”

Her words twisted the knife already lodged deep in my chest. I clenched my fists, my voice shaking as I whispered, “You can’t stay here… not with my husband. This… this isn’t right. It’s just not.”

Hazel’s laugh was sharp and cruel. “Oh, darling,” she purred, stepping closer, “your sweet little fantasies are over. I already spent the night with your husband. And now…” She paused, letting the weight of her words crush me further, “…I think you should leave. I wouldn’t want your pathetic face to ruin his mood.”

I staggered back, my vision blurring with tears. “Please…” I choked, my voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Hazel. Don’t do this. Don’t destroy my life. I love Areen. I can’t live without him. I beg you…”

But my pleas only seemed to amuse her. She leaned in, her voice a low hiss. “You’re the one who destroyed us, Eva. Areen and I were always meant to be together. You came between us, and now you’ll pay the price.”

Before I could respond, heavy footsteps echoed behind me. I turned, hope surging in my chest. Areen.

But that hope was crushed the moment his cold gaze swept past me, as if I wasn’t even there. He walked straight to Hazel, his face softening.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice tender, “are you okay? How’s your fever?”

Hazel wasted no time, wrapping herself around him like a serpent. “I’m feeling better now,” she whispered, her eyes flicking toward me with a glint of victory. “But I think I still need you close.”

I couldn’t bear it anymore. My heart shattered as I watched the man I loved hold another woman with such care.

“Areen,” I managed, my voice cracking, “you can’t do this to me. Please… just listen to me.”

But he didn’t. He didn’t even look at me. “Get out, Eva,” he snapped. “I don’t want to see your face. Can’t you see I’m with Hazel? Leave.”

His words tore through me like a blade. But I couldn’t walk away. Not now. Summoning every ounce of courage I had left, I shouted, “I’m pregnant with your child!”

The room fell deathly silent. Areen froze, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. Hazel’s smirk faltered, replaced by wide-eyed alarm.

I took a shaky breath and repeated, “Yes, Areen. I’m pregnant. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

But instead of joy or even concern, his face twisted with rage. He stormed toward me, his hand gripping my arm like a vice. “What did you just say?” he growled.

Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “I’m pregnant with your child, Areen. I swear I’m not lying.”

He shoved me backward with such force that I crashed into the door, pain shooting through my back.

“You’re lying!” he roared, his voice echoing through the room. “You can’t be pregnant. I hate you, Eva! You’re nothing but a liar!”

Hazel stepped in, placing a hand on his shoulder, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Calm down, baby,” she cooed. “She’s just trying to manipulate you, to come between us.”

“No!” I screamed, my voice cracking. “I’m not lying!”

But Areen was blind with fury. “Enough!” he barked. “We’re going to the pack doctor right now. I’ll prove you’re nothing but a liar.”

For a moment, hope flickered in my chest. Finally, the truth would come out. He dragged me to the pack doctor’s office, his grip firm and unrelenting. As we entered, my heart sank.

Dr. Shailav looked up from his desk, his eyes widening in surprise. “Alpha Areen,” he greeted cautiously. “What’s the matter?”

Areen’s voice was ice-cold. “Check her. Right now. Tell me if she’s pregnant.”

Dr. Shailav’s gaze flicked to me, his expression softening with pity. “Alpha, perhaps we should—”

“Now!” Areen snapped.

Dr. Shailav led me into the examination room. The silence was suffocating as he conducted the checkup. My heart raced as I waited for the words that would finally set me free.

When we returned, Dr. Shailav faced Areen with a pained expression. “Alpha…” he began hesitantly. “She’s not pregnant.”

His words hit me like a thunderclap. “What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “That’s not true. I’m pregnant. I know I am!”

Areen’s gaze darkened, his voice laced with venom. “I knew it,” he spat. “You’re a liar, Eva. A manipulative, deceitful liar.”

I turned to Dr. Shailav, my voice breaking. “Why are you saying this? Why are you lying?”

Dr. Shailav avoided my eyes, his shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry, Eva,” he murmured. “But this is the truth.”

Areen grabbed my arms, shaking me. “Stop this charade! You’re nothing to me, Eva. Nothing!”

He stormed out, leaving me crumpled on the floor, my tears falling unchecked. My world was in ruins, the man I loved lost to me forever

My tears wouldn’t stop. They streamed down my face, relentless, as though they carried all the anguish of my shattered soul. I looked at Aaron through blurred vision, my voice trembling as I demanded, “Why? Why did you lie to him? Why did you lie about me?” My hands clenched into fists against his chest as I choked on my words. “I thought you were my friend… But you betrayed me.”

Aaron took a step back, avoiding my gaze, his expression conflicted. “Eva, please… Leave it. Just leave,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret.

“No!” I screamed, grabbing him by the collar. “You were supposed to stand by me! Who forced you to do this?” My voice cracked, but I held on, desperate for answers.

He pried my hands off him and shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. Then he turned his back on me and walked away, leaving me alone in my misery.

My head throbbed as though it would split apart. My thoughts were a tangled mess, and my heart felt as if it had been shredded into a thousand pieces. I had wanted nothing more than to bring life into this world, but now, with no one believing me, I felt like a ghost—a shadow of who I once was. Even Aaron, the one person I thought I could trust, had betrayed me.

I stumbled back to my room, clutching my stomach as if it were the only anchor keeping me grounded. When I entered, Lina was waiting for me, her face etched with concern.

“What did Areen say?” she asked eagerly, a hopeful glint in her eyes. “He must be so happy about the baby, right?”

Her words hit me like daggers. I pushed her away, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. “He doesn’t believe me!” I cried out. “He doesn’t believe me, Lina! Aaron betrayed me, and Areen says I’m lying… He doesn’t want this baby!” My legs gave way, and I collapsed to the floor, sobbing hysterically.

Lina knelt beside me, her hands reaching out to comfort me, but I pushed her away again. “Get out!” I screamed. “Leave me alone, like everyone else has!” My voice echoed through the room, raw and broken. Lina hesitated, her lips trembling as she tried to speak, but I cut her off. “I said, go!” My shout was so forceful that she stumbled back, frightened, and hurried out of the room.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of my own cries. I clutched my stomach, my voice barely a whisper as I spoke to the life growing inside me. “I’m sorry, my child. I’m so, so sorry. I’ve failed you. I’ve failed to protect you, to provide for you… And I’ve failed to win your father’s love.”

I covered my mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that racked my body, but it was useless. The pain was too much—like a thousand knives stabbing me all at once. For hours, I stayed like that, crumpled on the floor, my tears soaking the cold, hard surface beneath me.

When I finally opened my eyes, the room was bathed in the soft orange glow of dusk. The clock read 7 PM. I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep, but my tears had finally run dry. My heart still ached, but something inside me had shifted. I wasn’t in distress anymore. I was numb.

I stood up slowly, my body heavy with exhaustion, and walked toward the bed. As I moved, my eyes caught sight of a piece of paper lying on the table. I picked it up and stared at it. On the top, in bold letters, were the words: Divorce Papers.

I had kept this paper for so long, hoping I’d never have to use it. I thought I could make Areen love me, that we could be a family. But now… now it was clear. It was time to let go. For me. For my child.

I wiped my tear-streaked face and folded the paper carefully. My hands trembled, but my resolve was firm. It was time to cut ties with the man who couldn’t see my worth. I would walk away—not because I didn’t love him, but because I owed myself and my child the dignity of a better future.

With that thought, I took a deep breath and prepared to face Areen one last time. This wasn’t just about him anymore. It was about reclaiming what little self-respect I had left and fighting for the life of my unborn child