Sarah’s POV
It's been one week. One week since I told Susan off and three days since I set my eyes on Richard. E would stay away from home before but this was worse. Then he would pop back in after a day or two but now he had been gone for seven days and I had no doubt this was some kind of revenge for the way I spoke to his girlfriend. But what did he expect me to do? She had been very rude to me, had he been expecting me to just take it all quietly and do everything she said? I was his wife, not a slave she had hired on a payroll. Somehow, a part of me wished I could take back everything I did – and said – while another part of me wishes she could have spoken up for herself sooner.
I rolled on my side and slipped out of bed. The day had just begun but I didn’t feel like doing anything. There was nothing to do and most of the time, I spent my time playing on my phone, scrolling through Twitter, checking emails and playing music. I watched a movie or two sometimes but I didn’t like using my phone for that. I preferred going to the cinema for that or watching it on the Plasma screens Richard had installed in all the rooms in this house. I made my way into the bathroom to freshen up and decided to soak for a while in the tub. Usually, I would read a book or watch a movie but not today. Today I was alone with my thoughts, my jumbled and conflicted thoughts. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, the water had turned cold and I was now shivering.
Making my way out of the bathroom, I padded across the room naked in search of my towel. Just as I wrapped it around my body, the sound of the doorbell rang through the house and I frowned. Who could that be? It couldn’t be Richard ringing the doorbell because he had a key, the same thing applied to Desmond. I wasn’t expecting any visitors and apart from my mother, no one in my life knew the location of this house.
I ran out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time so I could get to the door in time before the person on the other end broke the doorbell. I unlocked the door and blocked the way, glaring at the man standing in front of me. What was he doing here?
“Richard said you’d be home.” Was the first thing he said as soon as our eyes met and I narrowed my eyes. “May I come in?”
“He isn’t here, Martins.” I reminded him as I stepped aside to let him through. Martins Stan was Richard’s best friend and the family’s lawyer. His father, Luke had been Richard’s father’s lawyer and friend before he died so it was a no-brainer that after he died, the role would be passed on to his son who was already Richard’s friend at the time. As far as I could remember, Martins and I had never conversed not because he never tried, I just never gave him the chance to and always kept my guard up around him for fear that whatever I shared with him would somehow find its way back to Richard.
He slumped on the couch noisily and nodded. “I know he isn’t here, I’m here to see you,”
For a moment, I couldn’t quite understand why Martins would want to see me seeing as we had nothing in common and nothing to talk about. That was until he brought out an envelope from his briefcase and stretched it out to me.
My heart sank to the pit of my stomach and I didn’t have to open it to guess what it contained. Richard was asking for a divorce. “He really doesn’t care about me,” I scoffed, pulling the papers out of the envelope. I was right, of course I was.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but it’s one of the hazards of the job.” He continued speaking and I tuned him out, staring at the papers in my hand. “At least now you can finally be free to do whatever you want with your life.
He was right, I was going to be free to live my life on my own terms so why didn’t the thought warm my heart and give me joy?
“He has added a hefty sum of money for you once you have signed the papers.”
How convenient. I thought bitterly but said instead; “I’m not signing this,” I leaned forward and dropped the papers on the centre table. “You tell Richard that if he wants me to sign this, he’d have to come and hand them over to me himself.”
I was being difficult, maybe but I didn’t care. I deserved better than being tossed aside like a rag doll.
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“Ugh, why is she still here? I thought Martins was supposed to serve her the papers today?” Susan hissed as she walked into the house, Richard behind her. Martins had only been gone for two hours so I guessed Richard thought I would have been gone by now. Too bad for him.
“Why haven’t you signed the papers? Aren’t you tired of this life?” Richard asked and I inhaled sharply.
“What do you mean by that?”
He rolled his eyes and I stood there waiting for an answer. Surely he hadn’t been doing everything on purpose to make me tired so I would divorce him. “I can’t love you the way you expect me to. Wouldn’t you rather be with a man that loves you?”
That was the same thing Martins said.
“Fine, I will sign it.” I sighed, blinking back tears and Susan clapped her hands excitedly. “But you’re going to come back begging me one day Richard and I won’t listen,” I yelled as a tear rolled down my cheeks. “You will regret this decision of yours but by then it will be too late.”
“I’ll go get the wine and some glasses. We should celebrate!” Susan said and excused herself.
I waited for Richard to say something, anything but instead, he just laughed and followed her out of the living room, leaving my heart shattered in a million pieces.
SARAH'S POV“Hey, Mrs. Sarah,” Desmond’s voice rang out from behind as I placed the papers on the center table next to me. I turned to see him approaching, and his expression was one of pity, causing me to avert my gaze.“Hey,” I replied, knowing all too well that his sympathetic stare was more than I could handle in that moment. All I wanted was to be left alone, to let the tears flow freely.“Sir Richard has asked me to assist you with your belongings,” Desmond continued, his voice compassionate.I swallowed the remaining saliva that had pooled in my throat as I quickly turned my gaze away, hoping to avoid Desmond’s sympathetic look. Tears now streamed down my cheeks, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable.“Oh yeah,” I said, forcing my voice to sound steady as I stood up and began walking towards my room. Desmond followed close behind. When we reached my door, I turned the doorknob, the metal cold beneath my fingers."Wait here," I commanded, my voice a little unsteady.I opened
Sarah's POV“Aren't you getting off miss?.” The driver cut me off from my thought immediately. I shaked my head twice to return to my right senses and the moment I touched my cheeks gently, I realized tears had started dropping down from them. I was just so lost in thought that I had forgotten that the car had stopped already. “Oh yeah.” I exclaimed.“Sorry for the interruption,” the driver apologized, his eyes darting to the rear-view mirror as I opened the door.The night air was a cold slap to my tear-stained cheeks, snapping me back to the present. I stepped out of the car while my legs felt as unsteady as my heart.“No need to apologize,” I muttered as I handed over the fare and turned away before the driver could catch another glimpse of my distress.“Over here ma'am.” The security guard’s deep voice jolted me out of my daze, beckoning me towards the open front door. I followed his gesture towards the exposed entrance, the inside of the hotel was visible through the clear glass
Sarah's POV“You really shouldn't have agreed to sign the divorce Sarah, I'm so disappointed right now.” Mom uttered as she began to pace around the hotel room. I sat still in the bed while my gaze was fixed right on the floor. Somehow, I was beginning to regret agreeing to Richard's divorce. But still, I needed my own happiness. Was I the only one to endure this pain. “I'm so sorry mom, I just had to, I need to be happy once again mom. I really need to find my own happiness and depart from Richard. I can't endure everything anylonger.” I responded. My voice had began to crack a little and I felt my palms were already sweety.Mom took her gaze aside for a few seconds and then darted them back to me. “You're right baby, I think it time you find what really makes you happy rather than spending the rest of your life with that coward.” As soon as I heard her words, my frown turned into a broad smile immediately. I felt a gentle touch on my hands and it made to look up instantly. Mom sat
RICHARD’S POV.I leaned back in my chair, letting the smooth jazz from the speakers fill the room. We sat in the bar lounge in the mansion.Martins sat across from me, swirling his wine like he always did when he was about to say something serious. I could see that look in his eyes—the one that said he was about to dig into things I didn’t want to talk about. “You know,” he started, his voice low, “sometimes I feel pity for her. Sarah didn’t deserve all that.”“Pity?” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped, harsh and cold. “For her?” I shook my head, taking a long sip of my own wine. The taste was bitter on my tongue, but it matched the mood. “I don’t feel anything for Sarah, except maybe... hatred.”Martins raised an eyebrow at me, clearly not buying it. “Hatred? Come on, Rich. She’s not that bad.”“Not that bad?” I shot him a look. Was he serious? I stared down at my glass, watching the red liquid swirl. “You know how this all started, don't you?” I felt the anger rise in me aga
SARAH’S POV.The next few days in the hotel were a blur. I busied myself with plans for Madrid, checking listings online, arranging paperwork, anything to keep my mind occupied. But every time I closed my eyes, the image of Richard and Susan on that television screen flashed back at me. I could still hear the reporter's voice announcing my failed marriage like it was the evening news.I tried not to think about it. I had to move forward, right? Mom always said that life doesn't stop for anyone. But it felt like mine had hit a wall.The morning I was set to leave for Madrid, I stood by the window, watching the city wake up. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft glow over the buildings. I took a deep breath and looked at my packed bags. This was it. A new start.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat—who could it be this early? I walked over and opened it cautiously. It was the hotel manager.“Good morning, Miss Williams,” he greeted with
Richard pov.Susan walked into the penthouse like she owned the place. Her heels made sharp clicks on the marble floor, echoing through the quiet room. She stopped in the middle of the living room, hands on her hips, eyes scanning every corner. I stood back, leaning against the doorway, watching her take charge. She was like a force of nature, and I liked it. No hesitation. No second-guessing.Susan was strong, confident, and every bit the woman I had always wanted by my side. No pretense, no forced affection. Just her, raw and real.“This place needs a makeover,” she declared, her eyes sweeping over the furniture. “It still smells like her.”I watched as she called for the servants. They came rushing in, looking nervous. Susan was already pointing out things she didn’t like. “Get rid of that sofa,” she snapped. “And that painting—trash it. It's ugly.”She moved through the room like a storm, ordering everyone around. Something was exciting about how she took charge. Sarah never d
Sarah’s POVMadrid was a city full of life, color, and endless possibilities. Every morning, I woke up to the hum of the streets below, the sound of people bustling about, starting their day. I still couldn't believe a week had gone by since I arrived in Madrid.It was different from what I was used to, but that was the point. I wanted something different. I needed it.I spent the first week settling into my small apartment, a cozy place with warm terracotta tiles and a balcony overlooking a busy street. It wasn't much, but it was mine. It was a fresh start. The next step was building my company from the ground up. I had the experience and the know-how, but doing it in a new country came with its own set of challenges.I poured over legal documents, translated permits, and attended endless meetings. Most days were filled with paperwork and calls, but I was determined. My Spanish, thankfully, was strong enough to get me through these early hurdles. I could hold my own in conversati
Richard’s POV.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my shirt. The room felt different these days. It was colder. Susan had changed everything, from the curtains to the furniture. Even the staff moved differently around the house. They used to smile more, chat a bit while they worked. Now, they were quieter, always with their eyes down, moving quickly and carefully. Susan was stricter, and honestly, I didn't mind. I liked the order. I liked the discipline.We had an event tonight—another one of those high-profile gatherings. Susan was going all out as usual. She was already dressed, standing in front of the mirror in her silver gown, checking her reflection every few minutes.“How do I look?” she asked again, turning slightly to see the back of her dress.“You look stunning,” I said, barely glancing at her. My focus was on finding my tie. It should’ve been right here in the closet, on the top shelf where it always was. But it was gone. I frowned, digging through
Sarah pov.The next few days felt like a slow exhale, like when you finally get to take off a tight pair of shoes after a long day. It wasn’t that I hated Marina—I just couldn’t stand how overbearing she’d been. I had always known she could be a bit much, but having her around constantly made it hard to keep my patience. Now, with her gone, I could finally breathe.I was sitting at the kitchen table the morning after she left, sipping my coffee in peace. Richard was at the counter, fiddling with the coffee machine, his back turned to me. It was a rare moment of calm, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to let go of all the tension that had built up in the past week.“You okay?” Richard asked, glancing over his shoulder with a slight smirk. “You seem... quieter than usual.”I shook my head, forcing a smile. “Just... tired, I guess. It’s nice to have the house back to ourselves. No unsolicited advice on every little thing.” I chuckled lightly, trying to lighten the mood. But deep down,
Richard pov.The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the kitchen table. Marina was seated there, her coffee cup cradled in her hands as she scrolled on her phone. For once, there was silence—a brief reprieve after days of subtle jabs and unsolicited advice. I noticed her suitcase by the door and felt a flicker of relief. Marina’s departure was imminent, but as much as I wanted to celebrate the end of this stressful visit, a part of me wanted to ensure we ended things on good terms.She was still family, after all, even if she had an uncanny knack for pushing Sarah’s buttons. “Heading out soon, Marina?” I asked casually, leaning against the counter with my own coffee. She looked up and gave a tight-lipped smile. “Yes. I should be on the road in about an hour. It’s a long drive back.” I nodded. “Safe travels. Do you need anything for the trip? Snacks? Water?” She waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, no, I’m fine. You and Sarah have been… accommodat
Sarah pov.By mid-morning, I’d had enough of Marina’s relentless remarks. She had barely been awake for an hour and had already managed to critique my toast, my tea, and my posture at the breakfast table. I needed an escape—or at least some good advice. I grabbed my phone and slipped into the guest room, locking the door behind me for some much-needed privacy.Zoe answered on the first ring, her chipper tone cutting through my frustration like a breath of fresh air. “Sarah! How’s my favorite boss lady-slash-baby incubator?” I groaned. “I’m surviving. Barely.” “Oh no, Marina’s still there, isn’t she?” Zoe asked, her voice laced with amusement. “She’s practically set up camp,” I said, flopping onto the bed. “This morning, she told me I should replace my toast with oatmeal because it’s better for my digestion. And yesterday, it was water. She counted how many sips I took, Zoe. Counted.” Zoe burst into laughter, the kind that made me laugh too, even though I was still annoyed
Richard pov.Marina had always been the type to speak her mind, but over the past few days, her words had become more than just opinions—they felt like subtle daggers aimed at Sarah. I watched Sarah carefully over breakfast that morning, noting the way her shoulders sagged every time Marina opened her mouth. It wasn’t fair. I waited until Sarah went upstairs to rest before I approached Marina. She was sitting in the living room, flipping through a magazine like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Marina,” I said, my voice steady but firm. “Can we talk for a moment?” She glanced up at me, raising a brow. “Of course, Richard. What’s on your mind?” I sat down across from her, leaning forward with my hands clasped. “Look, I appreciate you coming to visit and all the advice you’ve been giving, but I think it’s starting to overwhelm Sarah. She’s doing her best, and I think it would help if you could give her a bit of space.” Marina’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw the
Sarah povThe morning sunlight spilled into the kitchen as I stood by the counter, slicing strawberries for breakfast. I could hear Marina in the dining room, chatting away as if she’d been living here for years. Her voice carried that same note of authority it always did, like she was the oracle of all things life-related. It made me grip the knife a little tighter. I took a deep breath. You’ve got this, Sarah. Be polite but firm. Don’t let her steamroll you again.Carrying the fruit bowl to the table, I put on my best neutral expression. Marina glanced up from her coffee, smiling that patronizing smile of hers. “Good morning, Sarah! Did you sleep well? I hope you’re keeping an eye on your sleep schedule—it’s crucial at this stage, you know.” “Yes, thank you, Marina,” I replied, setting the bowl down. “I’ve been following the doctor’s advice.” “Oh, doctors,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “They mean well, but they don’t see the whole picture. When my sister was pregna
Richard pov.The sound of forks clinking against plates filled the room, but the lunch conversation—or lack of it—was the real noise. Marina had planted herself at the head of the table, her voice carrying on as though she were giving a lecture. Sarah had been unusually quiet, her gaze mostly fixed on her plate, and I couldn’t decide if she was counting bites or just trying to tune Marina out.“Oh, Sarah,” Marina chimed, cutting into her grilled chicken with exaggerated precision, “I couldn’t help but notice the bread basket. You know, too much bread isn’t great for the baby.” I paused mid-bite, the crust of my sandwich suddenly feeling heavier in my hand. Sarah’s fork lingered on her plate, but she didn’t look up. She was too polite to retort, or maybe she was just too tired of fighting. “I think she’s managing her diet perfectly,” I said, trying to keep my tone light. “The doctor didn’t mention anything about cutting carbs.” Marina smiled thinly, the kind of smile you knew w
Sarah pov.Waking up to another day with Marina in the house felt like preparing for a battle I hadn’t signed up for. Richard was already downstairs, and I could hear faint voices drifting up from the kitchen. Great, I thought, tugging on my robe. She’s probably giving him her daily lecture on how to survive the world.When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was Marina sitting at the dining table, coffee cup in hand, a magazine spread out in front of her. She glanced up and gave me a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Good morning, Sarah,” she said brightly. “Did you sleep well? I hope the baby didn’t keep you up too much.” “The baby’s still pretty quiet,” I replied, attempting a polite smile. “Good morning, Marina.” Richard was by the stove, frying eggs, and gave me a quick grin. “Tea or coffee, love?” “Tea, please,” I said, sliding into a chair across from Marina. “Herbal, right?” Marina chimed in before Richard could even grab a mug. “Caffeine is terrible for
Richard pov.The doorbell rang earlier than expected, cutting through the quiet of the morning. I glanced at the clock on the microwave—9:30 a.m. Marina wasn’t supposed to get here until noon. I was in sweatpants, barely awake, and halfway through making tea. “Must be Marina,” I muttered, setting the kettle down. Sarah looked up from the couch, where she’d been scrolling through her phone. Her face immediately shifted, her smile tightening in a way only I could catch. “Already?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “She’s early,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual, though I felt a twinge of guilt. Marina always had a knack for surprising us, and not always in a good way. I headed for the door, taking a deep breath. Marina and I had always been close, but I knew how she could come across—especially to Sarah. She had this way of making her opinions feel like lectures, delivered with just enough condescension to make you question every decision you’d ever made. “Richard!” Mari
Sarah pov.The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, painting everything in soft, warm hues. I stirred my tea absently, watching the steam swirl up as I tried to sort through the jumble of thoughts in my head. Yesterday’s check-up had gone well—better than I could’ve hoped, really. Still, a tiny part of me couldn’t shake the doctor’s advice. “Eat this, avoid that, don’t stress, stay active but not too much,” I muttered under my breath, swirling my spoon in circles. It felt like there were a hundred rules to remember, and I was terrified of messing something up. “You’re going to wear a hole in that mug if you keep stirring like that,” Richard teased, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. I blinked and looked up at him. He was still wearing the soft smile he’d carried since yesterday’s appointment, the one that made me feel like everything might actually be okay. “Just thinking,” I said, resting my chin in my hand. “About?” he prompted, sitting do