Chapter 2

Kenna

Devastation fills my body, I can feel it running through me. I clutch my heart which feels as if it has dropped to the floor. I put my phone away trying to suppress the pain in my heart and the burning sensation in my body and force myself to go to the door. I will myself not to cry over this. I’ll make this one time and then I have some strong decisions to make. 

I hail a cab and request the driver take me straight to the coffee shop which is located close to the hospital to wait for Xander. I come here often, it is dimly lit offering an ambience that ordinarily I would find soothing. But not today as the torment engulfs me. 

Xander has tried to call me twice, I ignore his calls as the barista brings me over my pumpkin latte. Thankfully, he stopped calling. I watch as other couples sit closely together, wishing it was Xander and I. The lump in my throat is killing me, but I try to suppress it. 

Finally, an hour later Xander appears, he comes in as if he owns the place. To  be honest, he can afford it. His tall, dark, handsome look takes my breath away even though I feel as if I am dying inside. 

His face is expressionless, you’d think I would be used to it but I’m not. My heart races just seeing him, I wish it wouldn’t do this. His eyes meet mine, his cold and unnerving just looking at me with that condescending look on his face. My heart drops again to my feet. How can he crush me with just one look?

I reach for the papers from my large tote bag and hand them to him. “These are the divorce papers, sign them.” I stare into his cold eyes, my voice calmer than I feel, realizing I no longer have anything to say to him. I think the pain has completely numbed me. 

I take Xander in with his good looks, his noble nose, that strong jawline with stubble, that is hot and his distinct eyes. Yet he had never once looked kindly upon me. I’d always worked hard never to upset him or to cause him to be angry with me, but today. Today I don’t care, my heart is turning to stone. 

“Kenna, I hope you don’t regret this!” His voice is low, almost a growl. I raise my eyebrows at him. 

“The thing I regret the most, Xander, is ever having married you three years ago,” I manage a miserable smile but at least I’ve made myself perfectly clear. When I married him I had hit the ground running but it was never and will never be enough for a man like him. 

I check the time, it is close to five in the afternoon, nearly time to leave. Most everyone has already left the coffee shop, we are the last two people in here. He hands the signed document over to me, I sigh out of relief yet saddened it has come to this. So desperately sad. My heart trembles and I will myself not to shed any tears. The lump in my throat is painful. 

What hurts the most is that Xander hasn’t even bothered to say anything, not one single, solitary word to make me change my mind. He hasn’t put up a fight. I guess he thinks I’m not worth fighting for. I feel utterly crushed. 

Without even looking at me, he says, “Let’s go to the hospital.” His voice is cold, as usual. I cock my head to the side and laugh.

“Xander, even if she dies in front of me in the future, I won’t waste a single drop of my blood again.” I walk past him, hearing his voice as cold as ice. 

“Violet is sick, and you’re cursing her like this? Don’t forget the conditions you agreed to when you married into this family, Kenna.” 

I stay staring ahead at the large, gray hospital building. The pain stabbing my heart like a sharp weapon, overwhelming me. Yes, I had married him because I was in love with him, knowing full well he only married me because my blood type is AB negative, the rarest in the world and can help Violet. The deal was I would have his riches and a lifestyle I wanted in return to donate my blood for the bitch whenever it was required. 

My arms are so full of points from all the needles, that I daren’t even wear short sleeves anymore nor pretty summer dresses. It saddens me. My green eyes blaze as I look at him, only to see that his eyes under his sword-like brows carry the usual indifference. 

I find myself laughing coldly, maybe I should have realized three years ago that all I would ever be to him was a blood bank. Never a lover, a true wife and partner someone he would cherish. “Xander, I really don’t care or want your wife’s position. Don’t worry this will be the last time I will donate blood to that woman.”

I take one last look at him, his face impassive. I wish he would at least have some kind of reaction but he doesn’t.  Nothing. I pick up my pace and head to the double doors of the hospital and make my way to the VIP wing where Violet’s room is. 

Opening the door to her room, I notice some nurses and a doctor are gathered around her. Typical Violet, she needs all the attention. Her eyes flash, joy takes over her face. 

“Kenna, you’ve finally come. You’re not angry with me are you? I’m really not well.” Even her voice irritates me, the way she speaks as if she is dripping honey from her lips. 

"I knew Xander  wouldn't leave me alone. He's like my brother, always protecting me since I was a little girl. Kenna , please don't take it personally." She exhales and licks her lower lip. I want to stab her, I hate her so much. 

I’m not going to beat around the bush, I’m saying it exactly as it is. “You sent me that text didn’t you? He’s supposed to be like a brother to you.”  I don’t wait for her to answer, instead I walk straight to her bed and slap her. Hard. A nurse looks at me and gasps. The doctor goes to move my hand but I’m strong and shirk him off me. 

Violet puts her hand where I slapped her, it’s left a red mark on her cheek. Good, she deserves it. 

“Tell me, Violet. Will you be sharing a bed with your own supposed brother? I can still smell him on you, sis.”