Reclaiming Her Glory.

Sarah It broke me beyond what I could handle to see Desmond restless throughout the company shareholder’s dinner once my older sister entered the room. His eyes followed her with every corner she turned until she sat behind the table reserved for her. I watched as he shamelessly brought out his phone and typed to her. Their eyes met and they shared a smile. I caught my sister's harsh glare. Hate born from her belief that Desmond was hers and I stole him from her. Desmond saw her smile fade too, and his mood, influenced by hers, turned to me. “Rachel wants our wedding to commence as soon as possible. Don’t forget to sign the divorce papers soon. Our lawyers would discuss the custody of Liam to see if joint custody can work.” My heart ached like it wanted to cease working; I held back my tears. The night I found out of their affair returned to me. It always stung me, reminding me that all my efforts for five years were worthless. He never forgot about her. I was barely a worthy replacement. I pushed through the door of Liam's office; his PA was anxious I visited without notice. "Mr. Hariet is busy at the moment.” I smiled. “I reserved dinner for us; it’s our fifth wedding anniversary. I’m sure he won’t mind my presence.” I should have heeded her warning; I pushed the door open, and my world shattered. My heart is about to give up at the sight in front of me. Desmond and Rachel, like deer caught in the headlights, turned to look at me. I quickly closed the door behind me, my back against the door, as I was unsure if my legs could keep supporting me. Rachel scoffs and rolls her eyes at my presence, fixing her undone shirt. Desmond was kissing her like a madman; I have never seen him ravaged with such lust. He never touched me with such hunger. His eyes didn’t look at me the way he looked at her. The tent on his pants was obvious. “Why did you come to the company without informing us first?” I found my strength, despite how weak I was. “How can you ask me that? It’s our f*****g anniversary and you just had to cheat with my sister today?” “This wasn’t our first time, Sarah.” “What?” Desmond heaved, rubbing his temples. “I’ve been sick of you for a long time, Sarah. Ever since we got married, it dawned on me once Rachel came back that I was not in love with you. I wanted to break it to you nicely, but since you are here, you can just have it.” Rachel smirked, handing him an envelope. He threw it at my feet; his eyes showed little remorse. He wasn’t even apologetic about his affair with her. He never respected me and our marriage. My hands shakily picked it up; I tore the lid open and brought out the documents in it. "Divorce agreement" was boldly written on it. “You want a divorce?" I choked on my words, tears staining the papers. “Don’t ruin the papers with your tears.” Rachel muttered with contempt. “You have less than a week to have it signed?” Desmond stated. Out of fury, I threw the papers across the room. “You are willing to throw everything we had built for five years because of her. Our marriage, our family. Liam?” His soft green eyes, the ones I had always stared into while we made love in awe of the man I had married, turned dark. He wasn’t the Desmond I cherished. "I never loved you, Sarah, not for a day. I can’t imagine spending another year with you.” I fell to the floor, unable to control the pain searing in my chest. I sobbed loudly. I could barely stand another moment with two of them. Rachel walked slowly to me, a box of tissue in her hand. She threw some to me. “I told you, Sarah, I’ll get back what I lost to you.” “I should have let you rot in the hell you once crawled out from. I regret helping you.” I whispered to her. She chuckled. “Yes, you were a bit stupid. Letting me become his secretary when you know we had some spicy history wasn’t a very smart decision. You trust easily; that’s your problem.” I caught the stray tear attempting to fall from my eyes and snapped back to reality. “It’s time for Liam's bedtime; I should head home.” It might have appeared improper for me to leave so abruptly, but I cared little. The rumors have already spread widely, with Desmond and Rachel's appearances in different hotels raising suspicions they might be having an affair. I turned to where Rachel was seated and noticed it was absent. It struck me as odd she would leave this early. Without thinking too much about it. I entered my car. I must make a decision soon, one that will secure the future of me and my son. Now more than ever I would need my inheritance to protect and secure Liam. Once my car stopped at the gated fences, I noticed the black sedan Rachel always used in front of the house. The door to the driver seat was pushed open, a wicked smirk on her lips. “I’ve decided your fate for you, Sarah, since you are a bit indecisive.” She said to me, a smile on her lips, waving me bye, and zoomed off. What does she mean by that? Suddenly, I heard panicked screams from within the courtyard. “He is drowning! Get help." My heart immediately skipped, and I rushed to the pool. The sight of my little child floating in the pool. “Liam!” I heard myself scream; it wasn’t a voice I was used to hearing. It was one of sheer agony and fear for his life. I jumped into the pool and struggled with the water in an attempt to reach my poor child. My heart racing a million beats per minute. I finally reached him, but his body was unbearably cold, told cold. He felt like a lifeless doll to me. I dropped him on the pavement and gently rubbed the face of my young child, hoping he’d look at me with those innocent eyes of his. His feet running to me, his little arms wrapped around me. "Liam, talk to me. Mommy is here. Open your eyes and talk to me, Liam.” I pleaded earnestly. The sound of the ambulance filled the air. I followed and watched helplessly in tears as they tried to resuscitate my poor child. He was rushed into urgent care; I paced like some mad woman, chewing my fingers anxiously till there was little left. My skin blistered and bled, but I cared little. The doors finally drew open, and I attempted to rush in, but I halted once a group of doctors and nurses walked out. “My child, is Liam Hariet okay now? I would like to see him?” But the doctors' eyes drooped down to their feet, telling a different story. I grabbed their shirts. “Tell me my child is okay. I want to see my son!” The head pediatrician walked forward. “We are sorry, Mrs. Hariet. We were unable to save your child.” I pushed through them and saw Liam's little body draped in white clothes. My legs gave out beside his bed as I struggled to come to terms with this harsh reality. I cradled his cold, lifeless body, and a scream broke through my throat. My body shook uncontrollably from the tears. “Noo, please wake up! Liam. I haven’t told you bedtime stories, huh? The story of the fearless knights and many more.” Desmond rushed into the room; his feet faltered upon seeing me with Liam’s lifeless body. “Liam. Sarah, what the hell happened to my child?” He fell to hold Liam in his arms but saw he was actually dead. Racehl and our mother walked in. Of course, with her favorite daughter. Would she even spare me sympathy today? “Sarah! What happened to your child?” Rachel asked. I recalled her presence at the mansion earlier. “What were you doing in my home earlier tonight?” She appeared confused. “What do you mean? I never left the event. I only left for my hotel for a change; my clothes were soiled by accident.” “What?! You f*****g liar! I saw you at the mansion. You killed my son!” I pointed fingers at her. Mother walked forward. “Is that what you’d rather delude yourself with? Your anxiety over rumors of an affair made you neglect your child, and now it has resulted in his death. My grandson is dead because of his stupid mother.” “Mother! Don’t scold Sarah; I understand we’ve always been at odds, but she is bereaved with grief. It’s understandable; if it’d make her feel better, let her point fingers and make accusations.” I struggled to stand and faced her. “My child was killed by your daughter; I wasn't negligent as a mother. She killed my son, and I would prove it. She didn’t leave for her hotel; she came to my home on the night of his death. The security camera footage can prove it.” Racehl was anxious. “Do you believe her? I would never do such a thing to a child, my nephew." Desmond walked forward. “I understand you are delirious about the death of our son, Sarah. Rachel was with me through the night.” I scoffed in disbelief. “I’m delirious?" How could he defend her on the night our child died? A blond-haired guy with a plain washed shirt and some khaki pants came forward. “I’m Detective James; we’d like to see the evidence you speak of, Mrs. Hariet."