Return Of The Abandoned Wife

Four

I sat frozen on the bed as the rain poured outside, the sound of thunder felt like it was shaking the very foundation of the house. The dim light of my bedside lamp cast eerie shadows on the walls, flickering as if mirroring the turmoil in my heart. My hands trembled as I looked down at my clothes, stained with Vivian’s blood. My mind kept replaying the events from earlier, trying to make sense of how everything had spiraled so quickly out of control. One moment, she was holding onto me for support, and the next, she was tumbling down the stairs, screaming my name.

The door creaked open, and I looked up. Jaxon stepped inside. His face was pale, his shirt wrinkled, and his tie loosened as if he had spent the entire night pacing the halls of the hospital. His hair was a mess, strands sticking out in odd directions, but what caught my attention the most was the look in his eyes—pure hatred.

I jumped to my feet and rushed toward him. “Jaxon, how is she? Is the baby going to be alright?”

He raised a hand, silencing me instantly. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he exhaled sharply, his shoulders tense with restrained anger.

“Vivian lost the baby. Are you happy now?” His words were like a slap to my face.

My breath hitched, and I stumbled back, feeling as though his words had physically struck me. “No… no, Jaxon. I swear I didn’t push her,” I pleaded, my voice trembling as I shook my head vehemently. “I would never hurt her. You have to believe me.”

I reached out to take his hand, but he pulled away as though my touch burned him.

“I never wanted to marry you,” he interrupted, his voice a bitter growl. “You knew from the beginning that the one I love is Vivian. You manipulated my grandmother into forcing this marriage on me all for money .”

His words stabbed into my chest like a dagger. My mouth opened, but I couldn’t form any words.

“Don’t pretend,” he continued, his voice venomous. “I found out about the two million dollars my grandmother transferred to your account the night of our wedding.”

My hands clenched into fists. “It’s not like that,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

“Then explain to me how it is,” he sneered, stepping closer. His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, cold and unrelenting. “Because to me, it looks like you’re nothing but a vicious, scheming woman who only cares about money. And the worst part?” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I started having feelings for you.”

Tears blurred my vision. “Jaxon, please listen to me,” I pleaded, reaching for his hand.

He yanked it away as if my touch burned him. “I don’t want to hear it.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope, tossing it onto the bed. “I talked Vivian out of pressing charges against you. Sign the divorce papers, and I don’t want to see you when I come back.”

My lips trembled. “Jaxon… didn’t you love me, even just a little?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “All these years we spent together… they meant nothing? The night we spent together… did it mean nothing to you?”

His face remained impassive, but the coldness in his eyes deepened. “No. I never did.”

Those four words shattered the last bit of hope I had left.

“There’s a blank check in there,” he said, nodding toward the envelope. “Fill it with any amount you want.”

With that, he turned his back to me and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

I collapsed onto the bed, my chest heaving with silent sobs. My trembling hands reached for the envelope, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it.

Was this what our marriage had come to? A transaction? A business deal that had finally reached its expiration date?

I stared at the blank divorce papers, my tears soaking into the crisp white sheets.

For years, I had endured the humiliation of being the unloved wife. I had watched Jaxon shower another woman with affection while I stood in the background, hoping, waiting—believing that one day he would see me. That one day he would love me.

But I was wrong.

He never loved me. And now, he never would.

A harsh sob tore through me as I clutched my chest, the pain unbearable. The storm outside raged on, but the storm inside me was far worse.

I didn’t push her. I knew that. But it didn’t matter.

Jaxon would never believe me.

I sat there for what felt like hours, the storm raging outside as my mind spiraled. Memories of our life together played in my head like a cruel montage. Our wedding day, where he had barely looked at me. The nights I had stayed up waiting for him to come home, only to hear from the staff that he had been with Vivian. The fleeting moments of kindness he had shown me, moments I had clung to like a lifeline.

And then there was the night before. The night I had thought would change everything as he held me in his arms.

The weight of reality settled in my bones, suffocating me. Every memory, every moment I had spent with Jaxon, had been for nothing. The life I had worked so hard to build was crumbling, and I was powerless to stop it.