And they continued—whispering sweet nothings, moaning in pleasure, as if I didn’t exist. As if they weren’t shattering me, piece by piece.
One more year before he discards me?
No.
“It’s either I make him love me, or I make him hate Nalla.”
“Pregnant?” His voice thundered, his brows furrowed, and his eyes burned with unfiltered rage.
“I forgot my pills one time—”
“—and now you’re pregnant?!” he cut me off, glaring at me as if I had committed a crime.
I nodded, lowering my head. If I didn’t know the truth, I would defend myself. I knew he wouldn’t listen because he's the man who kept me only for the wealth tied to my father’s name.
He couldn’t access it yet—my signature was required, and I had refused to sign. Doubt lingered despite his reassurances that he’d never leave me. And yet…
"Shit!" he cursed under his breath, again and again, while I sat in silence, crying.
A month had passed since I uncovered his plan—another month without him coming home. Now, at four months pregnant, my condition was undeniable.
I couldn’t hold back a sob. He heard it, turned away, and left—fully aware I had prepared dinner for us, despite everything he had done.
I knew I’d still do everything for him, hoping he’d love me. But now I am alone, forcing myself to eat through my tears. If Simond didn’t need me, our baby did. I have to eat, To pretend everything will be fine.
Then, amid the silence—heels clicking against the floor. A whistle followed.
“Another misery, my dear sister?” Tati’s voice rang out.
I averted my gaze. She clicked her tongue, clearly mocking me.
“Fix your face. You’re already ugly, and now your makeup is smeared all over. You look even worse,” she sneered, taking the seat meant for Simond. “Maybe stop using makeup altogether. You’re terrifying to look at.”
“R-really?”
She huffed. “Yes. Did he leave because he found you ugly? Or did he just not show up? Maybe he’s already with someone else. I told you to find someone on your level. Stop reaching for ours. Men like him will never take you seriously.”
Her words cut deep. My heart had already shattered, but somehow, it still bled more. Ever since Dad died, no one had truly loved me. Tati only came around when she needed something, and I was sure there was a reason she was here now.
I wiped my tears and tried to put up a strong front. She rolled her eyes.
“Y-you need something?” I asked.