Love Bred by Hatred

Episode3

Samantha's POV

"What do you mean, I should move out of my matrimonial room and sleep in the guest room? This is my room and my bed; why would I have to move?" I demanded, my voice laced with unbelief and anger as I glared daggers at my indifferent husband.

"Why are you making a big deal out of this? It's just a room, and you'll only have to move from your clothes; it's not like you are moving houses!" He replied casually as he continued removing my clothes from our shared wardrobe.

"Are you even listening to yourself right now, Colton? You are asking me to move out of our shared room so my friend can move in! And you don't see anything wrong with that?!" I exclaimed, unable to hold back my anger.

Anger. It's one of the few emotions I've been feeling lately. The other one would be regret.

I really regret that day six months ago.

Why wasn't I against it? Why did I readily agree to it? To save my desperation?

No, there is no use crying over spilled milk. But for now, all I can do is pick up the bottle so the milk doesn't continue to pour.

He turned to me with a glare of his own and asked, "Why are you being so dramatic?" He questioned, his tone cold and filled with accusations.

"She's heavily pregnant, and she needs to be close to the father of the baby, and since she'll soon give birth, it'll only be for a few months," he explained, and I continued packing my things.

"Did you not notice that you have changed? Did you not see that things haven't been the same since she became pregnant?" I asked. "I know you want a child, and God, so help me. I've done everything to make sure you have one, but can you not see you've begun to treat her more than a surrogate?"

"Because of Samantha, she's more than a surrogate. She's your friend, your best friend, and also the one carrying my unborn child. What do you want me to do? Inconvenience, my child, because of you? Come on, you know that won't happen." He countered.

"Don't get me wrong, I love you. I really do, but right now the child and Vivienne are my priorities."

***

I took a deep breath, wiped my tears, and shook my head to get rid of the memories of the day I finally began to lose my husband. It was five months ago.

Five excruciatingly long months of me watching my husband slip off my fingers into the embrace of my best friend.

I gave the stack of papers one last look and signed my name on them.

This is it.

They said what you fear most will always come to you. I guess it's true because my fear of losing my marriage came faster than I wanted it to, but what can I do? The heavens were never in support of the marriage to begin with.

How amusing.

My ex-mother-in-law must have been rolling around in delight now that she has finally gotten rid of the thorn in her flesh.

"Is that all?" I asked the lawyer who looked over the papers and gave a nod before putting them away with eyes filled with sympathy.

I ignored her and stood up to continue parking the rest of my things. "Miss Samantha, your ex-husband asked me to give this to you. It's the settlement for being with him for five years," she informed me as she gave me a brown envelope.

I raised my brows curiously and opened the envelope to find a check for five million dollars in it.

How cheap does he think I am?

He couldn't even be here for his divorce because he is busy marrying his ex-wife's best friend, and all he can do is send a cheap check.

Really, how amusing!

I returned the check into the envelope and gave it back to the lawyer. "Return this to him. I don't need it." Seeing her hesitate, I dropped the envelope on the table and walked back into the room to continue packing.

Even though I have nowhere to go and no money to start all over again. Taking the money would be the biggest mistake I could ever make in my life.

Taking the money would mean all the things that have been said about me being a leech and a gold digger who married him for money were true. I can't have that.

To avoid more mistakes and regrets, it is better to avoid anything that may cause them.

As I continued packing my belongings, a mix of anxiety and anticipation coursed through me. I was scared of the unknown. Where do I start from? Who do I go to?

No families, no friends. Not that I can trust anyone else after all these, but I hope... I hope that whatever happens out there will be better than what I faced.

I don't think I can ever go through all this again.

As I walked out of the mansion, I took a deep breath and looked back, giving it a once-over, committing every bit of it to memory just to make sure I never step foot into it again.

This was it.

A final goodbye to the life that had shackled me for so long.

I was pulled out of my seat by the honking sound of a black SUV parked in front of the mansion. As the glass rolled down, revealing the familiar, curly raven hair and a matching pair of eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

Was it fear? No, it couldn't be.

Anger? Why would I be?

Then happiness? Hopefully not.

"Are you just going to stand and stare like you've seen a ghost? Or are you going to come in?" He teased me with his boyish smile, and the tears I had managed to stop streamed down my face once again like a broken dam.

"I know I'm handsome and all but could you not cry? It'll make me feel like a bad person that I'm not," he teased and I laughed.

Yes, maybe I'm not so alone.