Chapter 1
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Katherine’s pov
“You’re divorcing me?”
I stared at the man I loved, searching his face for any sign that this was a cruel joke. But his eyes held nothing—no warmth, no regret. Just cold indifference.
“I… uhm… huh?” The words fumbled out, my mind struggling to catch up.
My hands trembled as I looked down at the paper in my grasp. Divorce. The headline blurred as my vision swam. The weight of it crushed me, pressing down on my chest like a nightmare come to life.
“I never thought…” My voice cracked. “I never thought you’d leave me. After everything we’ve been through.”
He didn’t flinch.
“Where were you last night?” I asked, barely holding back tears.
Silence.
“Where have you been since last night?” My voice sharpened. He owed me that much.
His gaze flickered around the room, avoiding mine, before he stepped forward, snatching the papers from the floor. He slammed them onto the table in front of me.
“Sign it.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
His jaw tightened. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“You disappeared, then came back with this? You can’t even tell me why?”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Just sign the damn papers, and let’s move on.”
My stomach twisted. “No. I won’t.”
His eyes darkened. “You will. I’m tired of you. I can’t wait to be rid of this stupid marriage.”
The words slammed into me harder than any slap ever could.
I stumbled back, my hands flying to my ears as a familiar ringing filled my head. The voices—the screaming, the crying—rushed in like a wave. No. Not now.
“Will you stop this pathetic act and sign the damn papers?”
He grabbed my wrist, yanking me to my feet, his fingers digging into my skin.
Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “Please… don’t do this. If I did something wrong, I’m sorry. Just—don’t leave me.”
He crouched down to my level, smirking. “Aww, are you crying? You look so pitiful right now—almost makes me want to shed a tear too.” He wiped at his dry eyes mockingly. “Too bad, baby. Your little sob story doesn’t do a thing for me.”
He stood up, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. “Now, pack your things and get the hell out of my house.”
My head snapped up.
“What?”
He sighed, exasperated. “Are you deaf? Get out.”
A cold chill ran through me. His house?
“This isn’t just a house,” I whispered. “It’s my home. The last thing I have left of my parents.”
He smirked. “And now, it’s mine.”
I swallowed hard. “If you throw us out, where will we go?”
His eyes narrowed. “Us?”
I placed a shaking hand over my stomach. “Yes, us.”
His face twisted in confusion.
“I’m pregnant.” My voice wavered. “I’m pregnant with your baby.”
For the first time since this nightmare started, his expression changed. His eyes widened.
He looked like he had seen a ghost. His body stiffened, his eyes wide for a brief moment before his expression twisted into something cruel.
“Pregnant?” he scoffed, his lips curling into a sinister smirk.
My stomach churned. His reaction wasn’t shock or concern—it was amusement.
“What do you mean, pregnant?” he asked mockingly.
I stared at him, my heart pounding. What do you mean, what do I mean? We had shared so many nights together, moments I once believed were real, filled with love. But now, I wasn’t sure anymore.
Then, his next words hit me like a slap.
“Who’s the father?”
The room spun. I struggled to breathe.
“Are you serious right now?” My voice cracked, my throat tightening with unshed tears.
“Dead serious.” His voice was dripping with venom. “Who is the father of the bastard you’re carrying?”
I flinched as though he had struck me.
“That can’t be my child. I always knew you were a whore.”
A burning rage surged through me. Before I even realized it, my hand connected with his face in a sharp, resounding crack.
Silence.
His head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening. For a moment, he was still, his hand slowly coming up to his cheek. Then, he turned back to me, his eyes blazing with fury.
The air between us grew thick with tension, and for the first time, I felt something shift inside me—something stronger than heartbreak.
“You—”
“Don’t say another word!” I yelled, pointing a trembling finger at him. My entire body shook with anger.
How dare he call me a w***e?
“I’ve had enough of the insults you’ve been throwing at me,” I snapped, my voice hoarse from the lump in my throat.
“But what I won’t take,” I continued, my voice trembling, “is you questioning my character and my love for you.”
I placed a protective hand over my stomach, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Love? Oh please, spare me the nonsense and get out of my house before I hurt you and your bastard baby.”
The moment those words left his mouth, something inside me snapped.
“Hey!” I shouted, raising my hand again, but this time, he caught my wrist.
Before I could react, his palm struck my face—hard. The force of the slap sent me stumbling back.
A sharp sting spread across my cheek, and a single tear slipped from my eye.
I looked up at him, my vision blurred.
This wasn’t just the man I once loved.
This was a monster.
This was the first time he had ever laid a hand on me.
I stood there, frozen, my cheek burning from the slap. My mind refused to process what had just happened.
“Did you just hit me?” I whispered, staring at him in shock.
“And I’ll do it again if you don’t get out of my house,” he spat, grabbing my arm.
I struggled, trying to yank myself free, but his grip was like iron. Before I could react, he dragged me through the house, past the memories we had built together, past the love I thought was real.
Then, without hesitation, he threw me outside.
Like I was nothing.
Like I was trash.
“I don’t want to see you anywhere near me or this house again!” he shouted.
“You can’t just—”
The door shut in my face before I could even finish.
I stood there, staring at the wooden door, my breath coming in short gasps. A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
What the hell just happened?
I was homeless.
With nowhere to go.
—
The night air was cold against my skin as I wandered aimlessly through the streets. I had no idea where I was going, only that I couldn’t stop walking. My body ached, my legs felt heavy, and my heart… my heart was shattered beyond repair.
Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t bother wiping them away. I had nothing left—no home, no family, no love. The man I had given my everything to had tossed me out like I was nothing.
I sniffled and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds loomed overhead, and a distant clap of thunder echoed through the empty streets. It was going to rain soon.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through my foot, pulling me from my thoughts. I gasped, looking down to see a shard of glass embedded in my skin. Blood trickled onto the pavement, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in my chest.
“Why?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Then, as a sob tore from my throat, I screamed, “Why?!”
My cry was met with silence. The world didn’t care. No one did.
As I stood there, watching my blood mix with the dirt beneath me, a thought crept into my mind.
What was the point of going on?
I turned toward the road. A few cars passed by, their headlights illuminating the dark street. If I stepped forward—just a little—this pain would be over. The heartache, the betrayal, the loneliness… it would all disappear.
I took a step forward.
And then I stopped.
My hand instinctively went to my stomach.
There was a life growing inside me.
A tear slid down my cheek as realization settled in. I wasn’t alone. No matter how much pain I was in, I had someone to live for. Someone who needed me.
I took a shaky breath and stepped back.
A loud honk suddenly blared behind me.
“Move, b***h!”
I turned just in time to see a group of bikers speeding toward me. They wore matching dark uniforms, their laughter echoing through the night. One of them fired a gun into the air, sending a jolt of fear through me.
Who were they?
Before I could react, the blinding beam of a motorcycle’s headlights locked onto me. It was coming too fast.
I couldn’t move.
The impact hit me hard, throwing me into the air. My body crashed onto the pavement, but before I could even process the pain, another vehicle slammed into me.
Screams filled the night.
“Oh my God!” someone shouted.
I felt nothing.
My vision blurred, the world spinning around me. The sounds of the city, the murmurs of people gathering around me—all of it started to fade.
Then, everything went black.
- Writer
