CHAPTER ONE
988 Words
Nora's POV
I woke up in the morning very dizzy. I had no idea what was wrong with me. As I slowly regained consciousness and struggled to sit up on the bed, I noticed a paper right close to where I lay. I opened it, and it was a divorce paper signed by me with my name on it Nora Benson lying close to the bed.
I was shocked and confused, wondering when and how I had signed it without my knowledge. Just then, a lady walked into the room, and I wondered how she got inside.
She started mocking me, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, I'm your husband's new wife-to-be," she said with a smirk.
"It's not possible," I replied, trying to process what was happening. "Michael cannot get a second wife."
The lady laughed, her words cutting deep. "Quit the act, dummy. "You've been dumped. "It's time for you to leave this house because you're no longer the wife here.”
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, but I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Go and ask your husband," the lady said, her eyes flashing with confidence.
I rushed down to the dining room table, where my husband was sipping a cup of coffee, looking calm. "Look," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "A stranger came into the house and made me sign this paper. What's happening?"
My husband's expression didn't change, but his words were like a knife to my heart.
"Nobody made you sign the divorce papers, Nora ," he said coldly. "I made you sign it and remember, I told you I didn't want to marry you, but your stubbornness and selfish nature made you think you wanted love. Now, it's time for us to stop this marriage."
I felt like I was drowning, unable to catch my breath. I tried to beg him, but he stepped back and pushed me down.
As I looked at him I remembered Micheal warned me about this marriage. He had never wanted this marriage. It was all about our family's business partnership.
Our families were business partners, through a merger. The merger was necessary because our companies were interdependent. As part of the deal, an agreement was made that we would marry to continue the partnership, but Michael didn't want to marry me, but I agreed because I had a crush on him.
Michael had been treating me badly since the marriage, and I had been trying to make it work. But I never knew he would go to this extent. The pain and shock were overwhelming, and I felt like my world had been shattered.
I stood there, begging Michael to reconsider, to drag me back into his life. I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of desperation wash over me but he just stood firm, his expression unyielding.
"You should have thought of that before you forced me into this marriage, go in there, pack your things and leave this house now," he said coldly.
I felt like I'd been slapped. How could he say that? Didn't he know that I had given my heart to him, that I had loved him with every fiber of my being? I thought back to all the times I'd tried to make our marriage work, despite his coldness and distance, but now, it seemed like it was all for nothing.
The final blow came when he brought another woman into our home, forced me to sign a divorce paper without my knowledge or consent. I felt like I'd been living a lie.
As I packed my things and prepared to leave, I called my mom, tears streaming down my face. "Mom, it's over," I sobbed. "Michael's kicked me out" but instead of concern, my mom's voice was laced with worry about the business agreement between our families.
"Remember, our companies are intertwined. If you pull out, it could mean financial ruin for both families I will call our lawyer. "He will work on it." I was taken aback.
Didn't she care about me, about my happiness?
"Mom, I'm suffering," I pleaded.
"I don't care about business,” but she hung up.
I knew then that I was on my own. I'd never felt so alone, so betrayed. I continued packing my things and realized I have given my heart to Michael, and he crushed it.
I had thought our marriage will make him love me , but it seemed like it was just about business, about power. I knew I'd never go back. I'd rather start anew, on my own terms.
As I walked into the room, my body was still reeling from the emotional distress. I hadn't eaten breakfast, and the dizziness was getting worse.
I packed my things, my hands shaking with anger and sadness. I didn't want anything that belonged to the family, anything that reminded me of Michael or my mother's manipulation. I took one last look at the house, my eyes welling up with tears.
As I stepped out into the bright sunlight, I wasn't paying attention to the road and didn't see the car coming. In a split second, I was hit by a car. My vision was blurred. I lay on the ground. I saw faces peering down at me, their expressions concerned, but I couldn't respond.
I was too busy wondering if I would survive this? My thoughts were a jumbled mess, filled with questions about what had just happened and what the future held.
The last thing I remembered was the feeling of betrayal and anger towards Michael and my mother-in-law. Now, as I lay there, I couldn't help but think about how my life had taken a drastic turn.
Would I be able to pick up the pieces and move on or would this accident define me? Only time would tell. Suddenly my eyes closed and everything went black.
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