Javier had once been a doctor with Doctors Without Borders, always ready to lend a hand to those in need. Yet, when I was caught in a shipwreck, he wasted no time abandoning me, rushing off because Sybil had caught a cold.
I was rescued and made my way back to the capital.
There, I found Javier lounging among a group of young men from wealthy families, smoking and holding Sybil close. He glanced up at me, clicking his tongue with a mocking smile, his voice dripping with casual disdain. "Well, look at that. You actually made it back."
There was a mocking edge to his voice. “I thought you’d drowned by the shore. I was even considering retrieving your body.”
I had repeated time and time again that I hadn’t been unfaithful, but Javier refused to hear me.
It wasn’t until he learned that the two children I’d lost had been his that he began to tremble. Fear and guilt gripped him, nearly bringing him to his knees.
At last, regret flooded him: too little, too late.
Part 1
The bright sunlight on the beach made everything seem almost unreal. After the shipwreck, I struggled to breathe, coughing up water as I whispered, "Javier, my leg... it hurts. Can you carry me?"
He scoffed at me, not even glancing my way.
He took in my drenched, worn-out state and sneered. "Sybil’s got a cold and you somehow made it to shore, right? Does your leg hurt? Stop being dramatic. Get up and go on your own. I’m not wasting my time on this."
I spat out another mouthful of seawater, then was helped to the hospital by a kind stranger.
At first, I thought he was too busy to care. But I saw his Maserati parked outside when I looked through the blinds.
A cheerful young nurse at the front desk laughed, “Isn’t that Mr. Collins? I heard he used to be with Doctors Without Borders and now he’s a professor here. I also heard he came with his wife, Sybil. They make such a perfect couple.”
My face paled as the realization hit me: he was with Sybil. It all made sense now.
Sybil was Javier’s current fling, bold, stunning and someone he’d been caring for for the last six months.
Once I was out of the hospital, the family elders invited Javier for a meal.
Although weak, I mustered the energy to find him, knowing he’d be at his usual spot.
He was there, lounging comfortably with a group of prestigious young men, his elegance as striking as ever.
Sybil sat beside him, playfully handing him drinks.
She wore our wedding ring. Javier noticed me staring and, with a casual air, waved it off. "What are you looking at? It’s just a little trinket I gave her to play with. Don’t take it so seriously."
“If you want one, I can get you another. It’s just cheap; don’t act like it means more than it does."
Was it our wedding ring, or had he given it to someone else?
And there, in front of everyone, he ground my dignity into the dirt.
It wasn’t the first time I had been in this kind of situation.
“So you made it back, huh? I thought you wouldn’t and I’d already told my mother to get your body,” Javier said, his eyebrows arched in mock surprise. He flashed a playful smile, his expression oozing careless charm.
I turned my cold stare to Sybil Jones and, without a second thought, slapped her across the face.
Javier didn’t stop me. He merely rested his chin on his hand, watching with a lazy smile. “Sybil, apologize to my wife.”
Sybil looked at me, her face full of disbelief. Her eyes reddened as she perched in Javier’s lap, pouting. “I know she likes you and I like you too.”
She paused, then continued, holding up a high school notebook. “But I also know how much she used to like you. Look, it’s all about you.”
My face was pale and in this world of fame and fortune, my years of secret longing were exposed to the harsh light of day.
Javier, how could you humiliate me like this?
"Javier, it's me, Natasha."
"He's playing basketball today and I want to bring him some water, but I’m too afraid."
Chapter 2“To see him today, I…”
“Who even has secret crushes anymore? That’s so gross! Totally disgusting!”
“Javier looks like someone’s got a crush on you!”
“A guy like Javier? Do you think you’re worthy?”
Sybil embarrassed me on purpose and the group of young men laughed. “Javier, you are something!”
“This girl’s got a crush on you!”
“What’s the point of liking someone? She got dumped, didn’t she? Serves her right!”
My fists tightened and I shot him a cold, unwavering gaze.
Javier’s expression turned cold. “She’s just a woman. Next time, I’ll strip her bare and let you all have your fun.”
“Cut it out. Don’t talk about my wife like that; get lost.”
The men fell quiet, recognizing the dangerous edge in Javier’s tone.
Seizing the opportunity, Sybil pouted, “Javier, I want that house of hers. Can’t you just give it to me?”
The villa I lived in was in the Southside District, a property Javier had earned back when he had nothing to his name. He closed deal after deal until he finally made it his.
I was certain he wouldn’t give it to her.
But then, his soft chuckle broke the tension, his lips pressing together in a near-smirk. “Alright, alright, I’ll give it to you.”
And just like that, a quiet, fragile piece of me fractured, something I didn’t fully grasp, something I couldn’t name.
Part 2
Javier’s words cut through the air, his grip tightening on my hand with his mocking smile. “So, you’re planning to leave?”
He leaned in, his voice dripping with indifference. “Beg me and maybe I’ll let you stay. Do you know how to please me? Do it on your own; I’ll watch.”
Humiliation. Embarrassment. Both sank deep into my chest.
When we arrived home, Javier wasted no time, pulling me toward the bed with a confident stride.
He relaxed into the moment, a smirk playing at his lips, his voice laced with a teasing charm. "Are you jealous?"
“If I’d known a treasure like you was out there, I would’ve treated you like royalty from the start,” he continued, his tone softening. “You’re not going anywhere. How could I let you slip away?”
He laughed suddenly, lowering his head as his voice dropped into a mocking murmur. "I haven’t slept with her. A socialite like that, too dirty."
"Natasha, I’m not dirty."
"You’re different. You’re cleaner."
"You know there’s nothing between me and her, Natasha. You don’t realize how much I care about you."
His voice softened, each word carrying a trace of something deeper, something almost longing.
I could feel my body go rigid. Was he implying that he'd walk away if he found someone even cleaner than me?
Just as the thought crossed my mind, the sharp snap of a camera jolted me. I froze, stunned, as he sneered, “I know you’re thinking about divorce, but I don’t agree. Don’t even dream of it.”
“Forget about that man and stay with me, alright?”
I pushed against him, defiance boiling over. “And if I refuse?”
Fully dressed, Javier’s cold laughter echoed through the room. “If you’re so eager for these private photos to be splashed everywhere, go on, test me.”
I already felt drained, but now my eyes stung, dry and burning. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I slapped him. "Javier, you're shameless."
Javier only chuckled, leaning in with a soft smile. "Yes, I am shameless."
He handed me a bank card, brushing my forehead with a kiss. "You've lost weight. Go treat yourself to something nice. I, Javier, may be many things, but I’m not the type to mistreat you."
Chapter 3He sat back down and said, "If those men at the bar got under your skin, just say the word and I’ll have someone teach them a lesson. Cheer up."
"And as for Sybil, she’s nothing more than a child in a woman’s body. She’ll never be part of the family. Why let her bother you?"
I glanced down at the bank card in my hand, remembering it was left over from Sybil’s spending spree. Who would’ve thought this card would pass through so many hands?
Well done, Javier. I wonder how many others have received this same bank card. The irony settling heavily on me.
Every part of me ached, yet he simply turned his back. "I’ll send someone to pick up emergency contraceptives. You’re not fit to carry a child; a Collins child isn’t yours to bear."
I remembered his words from years past. "When it’s our child, you’ll be the one to bring them into the world. Those pills are too harmful; I forbid you to take them, do you understand?"
Ten years ago, he’d been all gentle and charming, his kisses like a spring breeze, warm with the honesty and passion of youth.
We had weathered the seven-year itch, only to falter at the weight of suspicion and wounds left unspoken.
By the eighth year of our marriage, Javier had begun to doubt me, questioning my fidelity.
"Natasha, tell me the truth. If you don’t, I’ll make sure this baby is gone,” he demanded coldly.
Though I was already pregnant, he called it “nothing but a stain,” saying, “Keeping it will only disgrace the Collins name.”
My first child had slipped away from me just like that.
The grief was crushing. But two weeks later, a hospital check-up twisted the knife deeper.
My hands shook as I clutched the results, unable to believe my eyes. How could this even be possible?
How could I possibly be pregnant again?