The next day, Vanessa sold off all the jewelry, clothes, shoes, and handbags Scott had given her.Every dollar went to charities for women and kids in need. His dirty money wasn't going to stick to her.Over the next few days, Cindy's Bali pics kept popping up on social media. Sunsets, cocktails, poolside selfies—all with Scott's sickeningly sweet comments underneath.Vanessa printed each one and slid them into the growing pile.By day seven, Scott finally showed up.She was halfway through dinner when the front door opened, and there he was. Just seeing him made her stomach turn.He walked in with a shopping bag. Gifts. Seriously? He set it down on the table and leaned in for a kiss.Vanessa turned her head.Nope."Have you eaten? If not, sit down and eat first," she said, voice steady."No, I haven't. I came home specifically to eat with you."Vanessa looked up at him. "You're so good to me."The words dripped with sarcasm. But Scott? Clueless.In his head, she was still
A few minutes later, Scott returned. Vanessa kept eating as if nothing had happened."I'm sorry, something came up at work. I gotta go," he said, stopping by the table."Okay." Flat. Detached.She glanced up — caught it. Flushed lips. Smudged guilt. That kiss burned in her mind like a bad memory on repeat.Must be a thrill, sneaking around while she sat right here.Scott was already halfway out the door when Vanessa calmly set down her fork.She reached for the necklace he'd given her.Straight to the trash.***With just days left before her move to Italvia, Vanessa headed back to the hospital to wrap up work and kill time.That afternoon, she got assigned to cover at a different branch. As her shift wound down, she found herself blocked in by a group of angry, stick-wielding troublemakers.Shouts echoed through the lobby, the air thick with tension as they stormed in, yelling at the staff.Vanessa instinctively stepped in front of her younger colleague. A stick came down
Vanessa shot Cindy a mocking smile.In her head, Cindy was just another pretty girl who could probably do better if she put her energy into, you know, actual work instead of drama. But hey, if you didn't respect yourself, who else would?Cindy caught the look and turned red with fury. Out of nowhere, she clutched her stomach and leaned against the doorframe, her voice all weak and shaky. "S-Scott, my stomach... it hurts..."Scott turned at once, panic flashing across his face. Without hesitation, he jumped up and rushed straight to her, leaving Vanessa behind.Vanessa just sat there watching as Scott scooped Cindy up and bolted to find a doctor. Cindy, despite looking like she was about to pass out, somehow found the energy to smirk at Vanessa like she'd just won.Vanessa sighed, motioning for a nurse to come over and remove her IV. The rest of the meds? Yeah, not worth it. She wasn't sticking around for this circus.As she stepped out of the hospital, her phone buzzed. Cindy, of
"Switching it up isn't a bad thing," Vanessa said, stirring her coffee. "Keeps life interesting. Relationships too—spend too long together, and it's easy for things to feel stale."Scott reached across the table, gently taking her hand. His voice softened. "Babe, are you feeling stressed? Or... maybe someone's been saying things to you?"His grip tightened, just a little. "Look, other people's relationships might fall apart, but not us. What we have? It's different. We worked hard for this, and every day with you still feels fresh."Vanessa, don't overthink it. I'm not like those guys. I'm different."His earnest act didn't land—it just made the bitterness in Vanessa's heart grow sharper. She slipped her hand away and gave him a faint smile."Let's eat. Didn't you say we were going out today?""Yeah, let's go."***Vanessa and Scott spent the morning wandering a high-end mall, with Scott keeping close and Vanessa playing her part. When they passed Lora's, the iconic luxury jewe
On the morning of their eighth anniversary, Scott had planned a romantic day on a cruise, down to every last detail.When Vanessa woke up, he leaned in and kissed her forehead softly. "Happy anniversary, babe."The bed was scattered with rose petals, and pastel-colored balloons floated around the room.Vanessa sat up, her face calm as Scott smiled at her, full of tenderness. "Let's get ready for the cruise. You're going to love it. There's a fireworks show tonight, and I'll even catch some fresh fish for you. You always love it when I cook what I catch, right?"She didn't respond. Tonight, she'd be boarding a plane—leaving him, their life, and their lies behind for good. After this, they'd have nothing tying them together.Just as they stepped out of the villa, Scott's phone buzzed.Vanessa watched as he glanced at the screen, his Adam's apple shifting—an unmistakable sign of suppressed desire.He shoved the phone back into his pocket, guilt flickering across his face. "Somethin
Before Scott could open the box, his phone buzzed loudly. Cindy.Her voice was frail and whiny. She wasn't feeling well, she said, and begged him to come over immediately.Scott reassured her with a few soothing words, already moving to leave. As he turned, his sleeve snagged the edge of the box, toppling it off the desk. Papers and photos spilled across the floor in a scattered mess.He glanced at it briefly but didn't stop. Too preoccupied with Cindy's call, he walked out the door, leaving the contents untouched.***Across the city, Vanessa sat in the airport, waiting for her flight to Italvia, when her phone rang.It was Rob from the hospital. There was an issue with her transfer paperwork, he explained. She couldn't leave just yet—it'd take another two weeks to sort everything out.Vanessa had no choice but to return home.It was late by the time she arrived.The housemaid greeted her at the door, looking relieved. "Ma'am, where have you been? Mr. Fabel came home earlier
After the door clicked shut behind Scott, Vanessa turned her head.Just two more weeks, and she'd be gone for good. There was no point in arguing anymore—she finally understood it wouldn't change a thing.Scott had seen everything in that box, including her pregnancy report, yet he hadn't said a word. Not a single explanation.Oddly enough, his silence brought Vanessa a sense of relief. At least now she didn't have to waste her energy unraveling his lies.***The next day, Vanessa went to the hospital to resubmit her paperwork.Unfortunately, some of the documents required approval from Scott's company. With no other option, she had to go there in person.In the eight years they'd been together, Vanessa rarely visited Scott's office. She only showed up when absolutely necessary or to accompany him during late-night meetings.As she stepped out of the elevator, the hushed voices of two young employees caught her attention.They were gossiping, their tones conspiratorial."He's
"Honey, you're seriously just gonna let her slap me? I'm carrying your son!"Cindy's cheek was still bright red, proof of just how hard Vanessa had slapped her.Scott barely looked at her, too fed up to care. He muttered something half-hearted to shut her up before storming out to chase Vanessa.But when he got outside? She was already gone.Annoyed, he cornered a few employees until one mentioned Vanessa had been there earlier, asking about certifying some documents. His frown tightened as he yanked out his phone and called her.***Vanessa was already in a cab heading back to the hospital when her phone buzzed. Scott's name lit up the screen. She sighed, pressed accept, and held it to her ear."Why are you getting those documents certified?"With Vanessa's job and no family ties, getting those kinds of documents certified probably meant a major work change—or something he wasn't aware of."The hospital needs them for their records. The old ones expired. Why?" Her voice staye
The next morning, Vanessa woke to rain hammering against the windows. Before she even sat up, Hedro's voice cut through the room."Scott's here. He's in the yard."She went downstairs. Hedro stood behind her, holding an umbrella as they walked out to face Scott together.Scott stood there, drenched, shivering. Bruised and bleeding, he was the definition of pathetic.The second he saw her, he lurched forward, his voice cracking with desperation."Vanessa, I know you hate me, but don't you remember how much you loved me? You gave up everything for me! We were so happy—why—""Why?" Vanessa's laugh was cold. "Did that question even cross your mind while you were screwing Cindy?"Her eyes narrowed, pure disgust in her voice. "For the record, Scott— I don't keep dirty things.""I'm not dirty! I'm not dirty!" Scott shouted, scrubbing at his arms. His skin turned raw, but he didn't stop.Vanessa let out a small sigh—not sad, just done. He only realized what he had after he lost it. To
"Tired, babe? I made some gnocchi. Let's go home and eat," Hedro said gently.Vanessa smiled shyly and nodded."Then... will you sleep with me after breakfast? I want to hold you while we sleep."Hedro brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled. "I'd love to."They spoke softly, openly affectionate, like Scott wasn't even there.Scott stood frozen, the scene ripping through him like a blade. His chest ached.As Vanessa walked past him, hand in hand with Hedro, Scott snapped. He lunged, grabbing her arm roughly."I know you hate me, Vanessa!" he shouted, voice raw. "But you don't have to use another man to punish me!"Before he could say another word, Hedro's kick sent him crashing to the ground. Pain exploded through his already battered body."Listen to me," Hedro said. "Vanessa is my wife. If you want to keep breathing, get lost. Bother her again, and you'll regret it.""Let's go," Vanessa said. "Don't waste time on him."She wasn't just annoyed—she was worried. Hed
Six months later, Italvia.Vanessa was wrapping up her shift when an emergency call came in—major car crash, multiple victims.Her life over the past six months had been a whirlwind. The pain she carried had started to fade, replaced by the rhythm of her new life. But as she worked in the ER, stabilizing a patient, someone grabbed her wrist.Vanessa froze.Even with his face smeared with blood, those eyes—desperate, intense, familiar—hit her like a punch to the gut.Scott.Her breath hitched. She jerked her hand away, but Scott latched on again, gripping her like she might disappear if he let go."Vanessa! It's really you! I found you!" His voice cracked, thick with something raw. "Do you even know what these six months have been like for me? I was wrong—so wrong. Please... forgive me.""Let go. This is a hospital—don't disturb others."Her calmness? It gutted him. He would've preferred her yelling, throwing punches, anything but this."Vanessa, I know I don't deserve you," h
Deep down, Scott knew it—Vanessa was never going to forgive him this time.The image of her walking into the hospital alone for an abortion flashed through his mind. His jaw clenched as he yanked at his hair.How could he have hurt her like that? How could he have let Cindy get away with so much?Sure, he'd been blinded by the thrill or whatever, but that didn't matter now. The damage was done. Vanessa was gone, and he'd hurt her in a way he couldn't take back.He sat on the staircase all night, the screenshots from the box scattered around him like little daggers, each one cutting deeper.The longer he stared, the hotter his anger burned.Finally, Scott grabbed the box and stormed out.He was going to Cindy.***Cindy was still asleep when something hard hit her, jerking her awake. She sat up, startled, and froze at the sight of screenshots scattered across the bed—her taunting messages to Vanessa, laid out like evidence.Scott towered over her, rage burning in his eyes.Ci
'What is she up to now?!' Scott muttered inwardly.He kept dialing her number, but it wouldn't go through. With every failed attempt, unease tightened its grip, gnawing at the edges of his confidence.Just then, the maids walked in, back from their vacation. They froze at the sight of Scott standing in the living room, visibly unhinged."Where's Vanessa? Where did she go?"Both maids shook their heads."Ms. Jahn gave us ten days off, sir. We just got back.""What?!"Scott's chest tightened as he bolted upstairs, tearing through every room. He searched closets, drawers, the bathroom—everywhere. But it was all gone.Her towels, her toothbrush, her clothes—everything was missing. Only his things remained.On the staircase, Scott froze, gripping the railing, staring blankly at the emptiness below. His heart pounded in a frantic rhythm.A sickening thought struck him.Vanessa wasn't playing games this time.She was really gone."No way!" he shouted.She couldn't leave. She had
Cindy hung up, and the two maids just stood there, frozen. Regret hit them hard—why did they even make that call?Before they could figure out how to help, Vanessa stood up like nothing had happened. "Clean this up and get some rest," she said, her voice quiet but steady, then started limping back upstairs.The physical pain? It didn't even touch the mess in her heart.The maids watched her go, their chests tight.***Vanessa lay in bed, staring at the pitch-black night outside her window.She couldn't even remember the last time she didn't feel this alone.A single tear slid down her cheek, disappearing into the pillow. Being sick had a way of cracking her armor, and tonight was no different.She curled tighter under the blanket, wishing it felt like someone's arms."Scott... you're really gonna lose me. Will that even matter to you?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath.Eventually, exhaustion won, pulling her under.***The next morning, Vanessa gave the maids ten da
"Hm... How did this happen? Did you call for an ambulance? I'll help you," Vanessa said, reaching for her phone.The man raised a hand to stop her. "No need. My people are already on their way."Vanessa frowned, studying him.Minutes later, a group of men arrived, moving quickly to help the injured man to his feet. Vanessa stepped back, her eyes scanning the scene.A street fight? Gang trouble?As the man reached the entrance of the alley, he paused, turning to look at her. "What's your name?"The question caught her off guard, but she didn't answer directly. "You don't need to know my name. Your injury is serious—you should go to a hospital."The man chuckled, his deep voice carrying a magnetic charm under the night sky. "Remember this—I'm Hedro Bianco."With that, his men guided him into a sleek car waiting nearby.Vanessa stayed put, watching the car disappear into the night before she finally left the alley.The night had been chaos, but she didn't dwell on it. Alone, she
The pregnancy had been a shock. After eight years together, she'd never once thought it was possible. Her body had always worked against her, the odds stacked so high they felt impossible to beat.Deciding to end it had shattered her. No one knew how much it hurt—not Scott, not anyone. She carried that pain alone, locked away where no one could see.Now, outside the private lounge, every bit of that pain came roaring back: the betrayal, the heartbreak, and the loss of the child she'd never get to hold. It hit her all at once. She leaned against the wall, head bowed, tears slipping down her face.'Vanessa... you idiot. Eight years of loving Scott for what? For this?'Her chest tightened, the ache in her heart clawing its way to her throat. Every memory—every wasted second—burned like a cruel slideshow in her head: Scott and Cindy's secret vacations, their stolen moments. And here she was, standing outside while they laughed inside.Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. It wasn't wo
Cindy, her slightly swollen belly showing, shot Vanessa a glare, her red-rimmed eyes blazing with defiance."Am I interrupting something?" Vanessa asked, her tone deliberate."Babe, don't misunderstand," Scott jumped in. "She's just mad about being fired—that's why she came here—"Before he could finish, Cindy stepped up. "No, I'm not! Vanessa! Do you really think he loves you? This baby—"Smack!Scott's hand connected with Cindy's face, her words silenced mid-sentence.Vanessa raised an eyebrow. She didn't say a word, just watched.Cindy froze, her hand flying to her cheek as she stared at Scott, wide-eyed."Get out!" Scott barked. "Don't come here acting crazy!"Cindy threw one last fiery glare at Vanessa, her resentment practically dripping off her. But Vanessa? She just smirked.Cindy turned and stormed out, slamming the door.Scott spun around. "Don't listen to her! She's lost her job and her mind. How could I not love you?"Vanessa's stomach twisted. She'd heard him w