The untold story of Diyana

PROLOGUE : The moonlight shines brightly in this pitch black sky. The black canvas with sky full of stars that I once adored is no longer the same. Wrath grows bigger inside of me whenever I remember the man that I loved and the romance that I misconceived from his malicious desires. And I am certain that I’ll never forget him. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I clasp this unwitting child in my arms. The child that came from sin, and from sin, it shall fall. "Alejandro! Ve adrento! Now! I don't want you to hold up a relationship with that meager woman" Alberta shouted while Alejandro embarrased Layla. "We are not on the same level Layla, my family are well off, but you? You're just a tiny scrape living with those diminutive poverty-stricken people." alejandro said to Layla. *Layla slap alejandro" "Well, Gracias! Because this poverty-stricken woman only know how to love the person who can't fight back the love that was given to him. You just proved it, that you're such an i***t to be call as man. Just remember this Alejandro, El karma hará la venganza por mí. " Layla replied. " I don't believe in karma Layla, and that child in your womb, its not mine! Do you hear me? It's not mine Layla, not mine." Alejandro said angrily. " Ofcourse you would deny it, because this child came from sin, and from sin, it shall fall. Usted deberia otoño Alejandro, do not underestimate this poverty-stricken woman that you describe because this meager can put all you down from hell.!" Alejandro shrugged all Layla’s curses off then left. Leaving her outside the Alfonso Mansion alone. Sitting on the cold hard ground, tears rushed down her cheeks and all she kept thinking about is his treachery to the love they both promised.  The harsh wind gusts through the dry rotted window, knocking Layla’s ragged chair. “A storm is coming.” Shivering, as the cool air kisses her skin, she walks across the room to cover the opening that the wind blustered open. She just finished feeding her nameless child. She couldn’t bare to think for a name for it will only awaken her memories with her beloved Alejandro. After all the months of carrying a child with nothing but wrath and grief in her rueful heart, she finally thinks about taking the life of the innocent infant. “May the Lord forgive me.” She utters as she looks above, but soon her quavering voice turned into screeching. “But, who are you to decide whether I’ll be given forgiveness or not?” “Who are you to be worshipped, when all you’ve done is bring misfortune and suffering all my life? This child is no gift, this is an accorded curse!” Layla takes a knife from the kitchen then points it at the face of the sleeping infant. Shaking hands, heavy breaths, and eyes full of pure anger. Staying in the same position, her once infuriated expression shortly becomes an uncanny grin. “Now killing it would be too compassionate. Wouldn’t it?”  Layla walks in the heavy pouring rain as she carries the mere child. She leaves it outside a big mansion not far from the Alonso’s and keenly stared at such before leaving. “Nos veremos otra vez, little one.” (We’ll meet again, little one)