Never: His Regret

CHAPTER 1: Divorce

Olivia's POV

My heart was a mix of excitement as I pulled open the door to the mansion, holding the brown envelope containing the results in my other hand.

“Honey, I’m…” I trailed off as my gaze met his angry expression, twisted in frustration and anger.

“What’s the issue?” I inquired, the envelope slipping from my hand and landing on the couch as I walked up to him, placing my hands on his shoulders.

“Take those filthy hands off me,” he snapped, pulling my hands forcefully from his shoulders. I winced in pain, holding my wrist.

“What have I done?” I asked, confused. Just hours ago, we were happy. I had only gone to the hospital to confirm my pregnancy. So why was he acting like this? It was absurd.

“I want a divorce,” he said coldly.

His words hit me like a punch to my gut. My feet wobbled, and I struggled to stay upright.

“What?” I whispered, barely processing his words and actions.

“Are you also deaf? I said I want a divorce. What part of that don’t you understand?” he retorted.

I groaned, clutching my chest.

“Tell me you aren’t serious,” I snapped, my voice wavering.

“Does it look like I’m playing?” he yelled. Startled, I noticed my palms trembling.

“You’re not just pathetic; you’re a bloody cheat who sleeps with anything in trousers,” he spat angrily.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He remained silent for a moment, then grabbed the brown envelope by his side and tossed it at me with a deadly glare.

Startled, I crouched down to pick it up and slowly opened it, my heartbeat racing in my ears.

My eyes widened in shock.

“No… This isn’t real,” I gasped.

“I didn’t do this. This isn’t me,” I cried out, feeling hurt deep in my heart.

I couldn’t believe what was staring back at me; my naked body with another man on top of me?

How?

“For goodness' sake, it’s fabricated!” I cried, “I’ve never cheated on you, never!” I shouted, my arms wrapped around my stomach.

“I just came back to tell you that we’re expecting a child,” I said bitterly. Devastated.

He looked at me, his eyes darkened. “Aren’t you silly? Trying to impose another man’s child on me? How dumb do you think I am to believe that the child is mine?”

“Then take a DNA test when the baby is born! Please, don’t do this. I swear, I’ve never been unfaithful,” I pleaded.

He remained quiet, and I prayed deeply that he would consider my plea.

“It’s already too late because I’m done with this marriage. It’s time for you to move on with your miserable life and leave me the heck alone. I’m done,” he snapped, slamming his hand on the armrest of the couch, the noise echoing through the room.

“Why are you doing this to me? I have only ever loved you, yet you can’t trust me?” I said bitterly, my heart shattering into pieces.

“Hi, babe,” a familiar voice called from behind.

I turned to confirm my suspicions. It was her, Fiona Adams. I could never mistake that voice.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming this soon,” Liam, my husband, said, opening his arms to embrace her and planting a kiss on her neck.

“Liam!” I shouted in pain. How dare he disregard me like this in front of her?

“Yeah, what do you want?” he asked sarcastically.

The hurt intensified as I watched them.

He pulled away from the embrace and kissed her affectionately, throwing me off guard.

“So that’s why you pulled that stunt earlier, huh? Answer me! You fabricated pictures just to accuse me falsely and throw me out of your house, didn’t you?” I retorted, raising my brow.

“Please, don’t you ever yell at my man,” Fiona snapped, pointing her slender fingers at me.

My gaze darkened.

“Babe, don’t worry. I can handle it,” Liam said, patting her shoulder. He turned to me with a cruel smile.

“Fiona has always been my first love. I only married you to secure my inheritance because Dad insisted. Now that she’s back, I have no reason to stay. I’m done with you. You can go fix your life with your lovers.” He tilted his head toward her. “And just so you know, those pictures weren’t fake. She caught you in the act,” he added.

I gasped, shaking my head.

“They aren’t real! Look closely; they were fabricated,” I defended desperately.

“I choose to believe her because I know she wouldn’t lie about something like this. The divorce papers are on the table. Sign them. I don’t want to find you still here when I come back down,” he said coldly, holding Fiona by the waist and leading her up the stairs.

At that moment, I felt the urge to plead. I couldn’t let him throw me out like this for something I knew nothing about. Even if it took apologizing a million times, I would do it to get my husband back.

I hurried over, holding his legs while crouching low. “Please, honey, forgive me. I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way, but believe me, I’ve never cheated on you. This child is yours. Please don’t throw us away,” I begged, still holding onto his legs.

I could sense the coldness behind his harsh demeanor.

“Look who’s pretending to be innocent. Are you calling me a liar now?” Fiona sneered.

“Get your filthy hands off me this minute,” he growled, pulling his legs away forcefully. I held on tightly.

“I said get your filthy hands off me!” he shouted, kicking my hand.

The next thing I knew, I hit the wall hard and slammed my stomach against the tiled floor. A sharp, excruciating pain tore through my abdomen. I held my stomach in agony.

“Ahh,” I groaned.

He moved closer, and I thought he might feel pity for what he had done. Instead, he grabbed my jaw harshly, giving me an angry look.

“The next time you come near me and touch me with those filthy hands of yours, I’ll make sure it’s your last day on earth,” he threatened, pushing my jaw away before turning to leave with his lover.

The pain intensified, and I tried to stand up but couldn’t. That’s when I realized blood was already pouring out of me.

“No, no!” I screamed, clutching my stomach.

“Liam, I am bleeding!” I shouted, my voice already wavering.

“You can bleed to death; I don't care,” I heard his retorting voice from afar, echoing off the steps.

How heartless and cruel could he be? To think I never knew this side of him in all the years we have been married was overwhelming.

I managed to get up, pressing my hands firmly against the wall as I crouched out of the building and into the car I had just arrived in minutes ago.

The pain intensified with each passing minute, and my back was sore, but I held on to the steering wheel and the brakes, even though my vision was growing dim.

“No, I can't die. My child cannot die,” were the last words I remembered saying before collapsing to the floor at the hospital entrance.

I could still hear faint voices approaching before they gradually faded away.

*****

The shimmers of light nearly blinded me as I struggled to open my eyes.

“Ma'am, thank goodness you're awake,” a familiar voice pulled me back to reality, and I turned to see the warm, smiling face of Dr. Benita.

“Doctor, what…” I trailed off as the memories came rushing back. Panic gripped my entire being, and I trembled.

“Don't worry, Mrs. Moore. Your child is safe,” she reassured me. But then, a frown creased her face.

“What's wrong, Doctor?” I managed to ask amidst the sudden sting of fear enveloping my heart.

“Whatever happened before your arrival should never happen again. It was a miracle that you and your baby survived. I advise you to take care of yourself and this baby. It's a blessing, and I believe you know that,” she said pointedly, and I nodded.

“Good. Then prioritize your safety and that of your child,” she advised.

My heart bled even more. I couldn't believe Liam had done this to me and our child. He was probably with his lover right now while I fought for our lives.

“How long have I been here?” I inquired.

“Two days.”

“Two days?”

“Yes.”

“Has anyone come looking for me? My husband, Liam?”

“No, he hasn't, and no one else has,” she replied, turning to check the IV drip. That was when it dawned on me that he had moved on, and I was utterly alone in this world. I thought I had found solace in marrying Liam after the death of my false parents, but it seemed I was wrong. I had always been alone, with no one to hold on to.

It hurt, but then I realised I still had my child.

I was discharged the next day, and I had one last thing to do; go to the mansion, sign the papers, and leave the city. After all, there was nothing left for me here, and I couldn't heal while staying in the same space as Liam and his lover, Fiona.

I needed to leave, to search for a greener pasture for myself and my unborn child. Hopefully, I still had enough savings in my account.

I arrived at the mansion a few minutes later. No one was home, which was perfect. Taking the divorce papers, I scanned through them, and tears welled up in my eyes.

But I had to do this.

It was clear he no longer cared about me or our child. My hands trembled as I signed the papers. It felt like the floor could open up and swallow me, but it didn’t.

I reassured myself of a better tomorrow as I stormed out of the mansion with my luggage.

One last look at the once-beautiful home I called mine. The tears streamed down my face again, but I knew no amount of crying could bring him back to his senses. It had always been about her, always.

Nothing could change that; not even me or our unborn child.

His heart was cruel and disheartening, but I vowed that he would pay for every one of his actions.

No matter the cost……