His Cruelty, My Despair

cavernous living room. I looked up from the sofa, my heart giving a hopefu

wasn'

s sweeping over our home with a look of ownership. She was exactly as the ta

without the warmth it once held. He didn't even

" I said, my voice shaking just a litt

had been asking for a divorce. He said our life was monotonous, tha

," I repeated, the words ta

. It's over. I'm tired of this life, of... this." He gestured vague

sweet. "Ethan, darling, don't be harsh. Ma

. She was a guest in my home, telling me to understand my husband's i

I said, my voice low. "You

pulled his arm free from Olivia and walked towards the master bedroom. "In fact, I

old. He wouldn

a triumphant little smirk before she disappeared inside. The sound of her light lau

lled tight, a strange, agonizing connection that I couldn't explain. I had been feeling these sharp pains for weeks, ever since this affair began, and my doctor

ing. I pushed the door open and the sight in f

me was that they were standing right beside our bed, the one I had custom-designed for us. It was a mill

as no shame in his eyes, only cold irr

I whispered, the wo

aid cruelly. Olivia just sm

truly over. The hope I had been clinging to was a fantasy. He didn't just want a d

e papers were on the desk, right where he had left them that morning. My hands were trembling, but my movements w

bedroom door and held

voice empty. "It'

nconcealed joy. He snatched the papers from my hand,

at Olivia. His focus was entirely on his freedom. "Let's go. We can get this filed

and started pulling me toward the front door, not e

I said, stumb

, his voice urgent. "

we descended, he was already on his phone, calling his lawyer, his

, a fresh wave of pain hitting me. I recognized the car. It was the custom-made Aston Mart

est. Olivia Chen. This car was for her. He hadn't just brought her into our home; he had been buildin

mbol of his betrayal to finalize our divorce. The callousness of it was breathtaking. I got in the car without a word, the expe