Chapter 2: Divorce Papers
1001 Words
Diana’s POV
I never had full control over my life. No order, no plans, no structure.
Everything was set for me long before I had a chance to think.
Sometimes, it felt like I was a robot, built only to obey and eventually break.
All I had to do was open my hands and take whatever was given to me, whether I wanted it or not.
No one cared.
And if I questioned anything or dared to object, I was told to throw it all away.
Why?
Because they were “looking out for me.”
Those words were recycled, rinsed, and fed to me over and over.
So I swallowed my questions and focused on endurance.
That’s how I met Kane Sinclair, my husband.
There was no formal introduction.
No meeting.
Just a card on my table one morning.
An invitation… to my own wedding.
Tell me, who does something like that?
My parents.
According to them, it was their way of protecting me from choosing the wrong man.
As if I had ever chosen anything in my life.
I barely knew any man.
Not even a boy.
From birth, I had everything prestige, luxury, a golden spoon in my mouth.
My parents held my life in their hands, pressing every button at once.
The lesson?
Keep your mouth shut.
Never ask questions.
And I never did.
I kept my f*****g mouth shut. Tight.
Unlike Lauren, my baby sister, I feared the outside world more than my parents’ wrath.
I always wondered how she made friends, had boyfriends, and never had to marry.
So when Mum and Dad handed me that card after my college graduation, I made no objections.
I simply nodded.
And prepared for my wedding.
The first time I met Kane, I fell instantly in love.
He had this presence—tall, broad, and effortlessly handsome. I stared for a few seconds, completely mesmerized.
He didn’t speak that day. Or the day after.
It took three months after the wedding before he finally looked me in the eye.
Three silent months before I heard my husband’s voice.
Funny how I waited. And cooked.
No, I didn’t let the staff enter the kitchen.
I wanted to do everything myself.
Every chore.
Every duty.
I bore it all with joy, even his silence.
And the night he finally spoke?
I felt like I had won Miss Universe.
I smiled nonstop, thinking my patience had finally paid off.
For a while, it did.
Kane became loving, caring, sweet.
He always came home for dinner. Even on busy mornings, he would eat breakfast with me before leaving.
But he never touched me. Not once.
Separate bedrooms.
Separate lives.
He gave me everything I wanted and needed, but never affection.
No kisses.
No intimacy.
All that closeness I craved?
I never had it.
Kane didn’t avoid touching me he just made it casual.
Too brief.
Too fleeting.
I thought, maybe, with time, I would earn it.
I was wrong.
The same man who never touched me divorced me and threw me out for an affair I didn’t have.
After five years in the same house, living like strangers under the same roof.
In my defense, I should have divorced him first.
Who goes five years without wanting their wife?
Well, Kane did.
I was his untouched trophy wife until three nights ago, when my dreams shattered into pieces beyond repair.
I scrolled through my phone.
The internet was on fire.
News outlets, blogs, social media all burning.
That flashing light I’d noticed?
Suddenly, it made sense.
Someone had been watching, Waiting, Gathering evidence.
Pictures and videos of me begging Kane made the headlines.
I was tagged a pathetic cheating dog, and Kane?
An angel who mercilessly trampled my pride.
My phone rang for the millionth time that morning.
I refused to answer.
I lay curled on my bed, still wearing the same clothes from the night I was thrown out.
Alice, the housekeeper, checked on me constantly probably to make sure I hadn’t jumped off the balcony or stabbed myself out of shame.
“Miss Diana,” she said softly, entering my room, “your parents have been calling for three days.
They’re on the phone again. What should I tell them?”
I knew why they called. Not for me, but to know why I had disgraced them.
Their reputation mattered more than my life.
“Don’t answer,” I muttered. “I’ll handle it.”
“But they—”
“It’s okay, Alice. Go get something ready for them.”
She nodded, set a cup of tea on the table, and left.
Having my parents here wasn’t just torture.
It was unavoidable hell.
I cleaned myself, changed clothes, and just as I was about to return to bed, a loud thud echoed from downstairs.
Then Lauren’s voice.
Relief washed over me until I heard my parents following.
Before I could react, Lauren barged in.
“Ana…” she gasped, rushing to me.
Then Mum’s voice exploded.
“How could you embarrass us like this?!”
“Mum, please—”
“You don’t get to tell me that!” she snapped.
“Your father and I are going through hell trying to clean up your mess!”
“Did you really have an affair?” Lauren whispered.
“Are you serious right now?” I scoffed.
“If you were faithful, your marriage would have survived,” Mum accused.
I laughed hysterically.
The room felt like a disco, lights flashing into my eyes, and I felt like I was losing my mind.
Alice knocked on the door.
“Miss Diana… a package for you.”
“From who?” I asked, puzzled.
“Mr. Kane’s butler,” she replied.
I snatched it.
A ring?
I tore it open.
It was an invitation card.
Another one.
“You’re getting married to Kane?” I whispered, my voice breaking.
Then I realized not me.
Lauren.
Kane was marrying my baby sister
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