DIVORCED: My EX-Husbands Regret.

Morgana's POV: I stepped out of the room in a blue sundress, my blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. As I approached the stairs, one thought consumed me: Simon Langston, my husband, who had left for the parking lot a while ago. He was on his way to work, and I decided to see him off, even though I knew he wouldn’t appreciate it. No matter how much effort I put in, he always glared at me with disdain. "But I won’t give up. Maybe this time, seeing him off will earn me a smile," I thought, smiling widely as I prepared to step onto the first stair. Just then, I caught sight of two hands reaching out from the corner of my eye, prompting me to turn away. “Arghhh!” Marilyn screamed as she lost her footing. I instinctively reached out, trying to grab her shoulders, but it was too late—she tumbled down the stairs. ‘Was she trying to push me?’ I wondered, watching her roll until she hit the ground hard and blood began to flow out heavily from the side of her head. “Miss Mari!” A maid called, rushing to her side. She looked up at me before her gaze shifted back to the floor. Almost immediately, another maid rushed in. “I heard someone scream—” She paused, staring at the pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh my goodness, what happened?” she gasped. “Check if Mr. Langston has left. If not, inform him of what just happened,” The first maid instructed. I stood frozen, my feet rooted to the ground and my hands still outstretched in shock. Within minutes, the mansion’s double doors swung open, and Simon strode in like a god. His golden-brown hair blew in the wind, his brown eyes filled with concern as he hurried toward Marilyn’s almost lifeless body. “What happened to her?” He asked, crouching beside her. “Sh-sh-she…” The first maid stammered, clearly still in shocked. “Say something!” He yelled, causing both maids to jump and look at me. ‘Oh no!’ I exclaimed inwardly. Following their gaze, Simon’s expression turned to one of disappointment and resentment as he looked up at me. “But I didn’t…” I started, but I knew anything I said would only fuel his anger. “Pray nothing happens to her,” He said, lifting Marilyn into his arms and heading out of the house. More maids flooded into the sitting room, having waited in the corners, eager to gossip as usual. “She must have felt threatened by Miss Marilyn’s presence that’s why she had to kill her by pushing Miss Marilyn off the stairs," One maid whispered. “It’s not the first time she’s thrown a fit because of Miss Marilyn. But I guess she finally had enough,” Another chimed in disgustedly. I was not surprised by their words. From the moment I stepped into this mansion, I had never been respected—neither by Simon nor by the maids who witnessed how poorly he treated me. I had become a topic of gossip, something I had grown accustomed to. What troubled me most was the implications that Marilyn might be dead or injured badly. Panic set in, my breath quickening as I imagined what Simon would do if the woman he loved the most in the world was truly gone or hurt. He would never believe she had tried to push me; to him, she was an angel, and I was the devil. I turned on my heels, dashed to my room, and slammed the door shut behind me. I rushed to the dressing table, staring into the mirror, tears streaming down my cheeks without me realizing. "I killed her! Yes, I did. When I reached for her shoulders..." I hesitated. “Maybe if she’s gone, just maybe. Simon will finally love me.” If only I had reached out a moment sooner, perhaps I wouldn’t be labeled a murderer too. “No, no, no.” My hands tangled in my hair, and the band fell to the floor as I blamed myself. “No! I shouldn’t think like this. Marilyn might survive, then Simon will know the truth, and everything will be fine.” I took a deep breath and sat on the edge of my bed. I couldn’t sleep all day, anxiously awaiting Simon’s return. Just as I was about to drift off, the doorbell rang repeatedly. I jolted awake and glanced at the wall clock—it was past five. I jumped from the bed, slipped on my flip-flops, and hurried out with my disheveled hair. I saw a maid rushing to the door, but I outran her, unlocking it myself. “Sim—” I began, but trailed off at the sight of two men: one in black and the other in a navy suit. “Sorry, I thought it was my husband,” I said, forcing a smile. “Are you perhaps his business associates?” I asked, genuinely confused. “Good day, ma’am,” The man in black greeted, ignoring my question. “You must be Mrs. Langston?” He asked, and I nodded. “Well then, my name is Agent Cooper from the State CID, and this is Agent Carter,” he said, displaying his official badge for me to see. Fear surged within me as I listened. “To what do I owe this visit?” I asked, trying to sound calm. Suddenly, Simon came into view. "Simon, how is Marilyn?" I stuttered. His furious gaze locked onto me as he approached. "You ungrateful b***h!” He yelled, raising his hands to hit me. I closed my eyes anticipating the slap but it never came, I slowly pried my eyes open to see that Agent Cooper had held Simon back from hitting me. Tears welled up in my eyes, how could Simon think of hitting me? “Control yourself Mr. Langston. We will handle everything now that we are here.” Agent Cooper said, as she pulled out a handcuff from his pants pocket and advanced towards me. “You are under arrest for attempting to murder Miss. Marilyn Pearce.” Agent Cooper began.