Chapter 4: Accepting Divorce

EL L E

I could hear a loud beeping sound, and people whispering.

My head was throbbing, and my whole body ached.

What the hell happened?

Slowly, I opened my eyes, wincing as the bright light attacked me.

Where am I?

I blinked repeatedly, trying to get accustomed to the light. I looked around to see I was in a hospital, then it all came crashing down on me. 

I had an accident. One I thought I wouldn't survive. I had seen my life flash through my eyes, yet I survived it. 

I saw a doctor and nurse, standing next to my bed, a smile on their faces. But, other than them, I saw no other familiar faces.

Was I stupid for thinking they would care about me even after an accident?

"Doc–" My voice was hoarse, and the words were stuck in my throat.

The nurse poured water in a glass, and placed it on my lips. "Thank you." I whispered.

"It's so good to see you awake, Ms. Elle. You've made us worried." The doctor said, coming to stand beside me.

"How are you feeling?"

"A bit sore."

"You were brought in here by a stranger who claims to know nothing about you. Are there any of your family members you could call to come and see you? Someone to take care of you once you're discharged?"

My parents didn't want anything to do with me as far as I know, Sebastian hates my guts, and I no longer had the support of his family.

"There's no one." I whispered, truly realizing there was actually no one.

Then a thought popped in my head. "Doc, how is my baby?" I said, placing my hand on my stomach. It was still flat, like it has been since I found out. I was only two months gone, after all. 

"Ms. Elle, that is the exact reason we asked for the contact of any of your family..."

My heart flew into my throat and I didn't want to assume anything. I ignored as the heart monitor started to beat rapidly.

"Ms. Elle, there's no easy way to tell you this, but we did an ultrasound on you when you were brought in. Due to the impact, you suffered a miscarriage."

I was expecting the doctor's words, but I was not expecting the amount of pain and anguish that ran through me.

I was not expecting the loud heartbreaking sob that tore through me, or the excruciating pain that was now making itself known.

I wasn't prepared for any of this.

"I am very sorry, Ms. Elle."

No.

Please, no.

This can't be true.

Please, let it be a nightmare.

My body shook violently, and I felt arms wrap around me. I cried and screamed, the pain was too much.

It was unbearable.

The doctor's words played in my head, over and over.

Due to the impact, you suffered a miscarriage.

My baby.

Gone.

Just like that.

I was broken.

And it was all his fault. I lost my child because of him. Because of his family. Because of her. I felt an unmeasurable anger course through me.

My husband.

The name tasted bitter in my mouth.

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I was discharged from the hospital a few hours later, and the first thing I did was book a cab.

"Where to?" The driver asked, I didn't miss the look of concern on his face as he stared at me.

I would be concerned too if I were in his shoes. My face was pale white and my eyes were bloodshot from hours of non stop crying.

"272 Park Avenue."

"That's one of the biggest mansions around. Who do you know there?"

I ignored him, not bothering to give him a reply.

The drive was silent, and soon, the car pulled up in front of a familiar mansion. I paid him and got down, watching as he drove away.

My hands were balled into fists as I stared at the house I called my home for two years. The house I created lots of painful memories with the man I loved.

Yet, it felt so cold and unfamiliar.

Without knocking, I barged into the house, heading straight to the living room where the sound of laughter could be heard.

The sound angered me. I felt rage boiling all over my body. All I could see was red. All I wanted to do was hurt the people that were responsible for this. The people that made my life miserable.

The people who turned me into this.

"What the hell are you doing here again? You don't learn, do you?" Emory stood in front of me, crossing her arms.

"Get out of my way, Emory." I growled, my eyes filled with warning.

"You have no right to come in–" The moment she grabbed my arm, I fucking lost it.

A resounding slap rang across the living room, and silence filled the air.

Emory's eyes widened, her hand cupping her reddened cheek.

"How dare you!" She yelled, about to launch herself at me, but she was stopped by Sebastian.

"Let go of me! She just slapped me, Seb. You have to teach her a lesson." She screeched, glaring at me.

"Why did you come here?" Sebastian asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Give me the divorce papers." I demanded.

He looked a little taken aback by my request, but immediately masked the expression as soon as it came. 

"So, you're giving up? You can't handle the truth, and now, you want a divorce?" If I didn't know better, I would have said there was a bit of fear in his voice.

But, I knew better. 

"Isn't that what you wanted? Now, I'm standing here, accepting your divorce. Hand the damn papers over to me, Sebastian." I ordered.

I watched as he walked over to the dining table, where the papers were sitting, and picked it up.

Refusing to take the pen he had offered, I brought out a pen and signed the papers myself.

He took the paper and looked at the signature, his electric blue eyes I'd once been in love with, boring into my emerald green ones. 

I smiled at him, a cold, emotionless smile. Then, without wasting a second, I poured the wine that was sitting on the table all over his face.

"I hope you live a miserable life where the thoughts of being the cause of your child's death haunts you for the rest of your life."

I said, not bothering to see their shocked faces.

"You both will suffer and regret the day you ever chose to ruin my life. I swear, both of you will pay for this. I promise." 

And with those words, I walked out of the house and out of his life.

For good.

It was time to take over what rightfully belonged to me. 

My inheritance.