My Husband’s Choice Destroyed My World

My husbands mistress ran a red light, crashed into his sister and grandmother, and killed them instantly. Two lives snuffed out in a single heartbeat.

Yet the court decided I was fabricating everything for money.

I filed lawsuit after lawsuitfive in totaltrying to make them pay, only to lose every single one.

Just as I was gearing up for a sixth appeal, I discovered something that made my blood run cold: the morgue had lost their bodies. Stolen. Vanished.

Before I could even dial the police, Victormy husband, the esteemed lawyerstrode in, tossing a thick wad of cash onto the table like it was nothing.

Five thousand, he said, his voice flat, devoid of warmth. You should know by now that no case you bring can beat me. No matter how solid your evidence looks, youll never win. Those two were frauds, trying to milk the system. And now their bodies? Sold. Got five thousand for both. Thats the price of their lives. And dont bother Ivy anymore.

I froze, staring at the money. And then it hit me. He thought it was my family who had died, not his.

Quietly, I pushed the cash back toward him. I cant accept this.

His brow furrowed in irritation. What, not enough? Marielle, wake up. Your so-called family had no jobs, no influence. Five grand for both is more than fair. Dont act greedy.

I shook my head, lips twisting into a bitter smile. No I meant it. Keep it. You should keep it.

His face contorted with disgust. Are you insane? Thats money from your familys corpses! You think Id touch that kind of filth?

He said it like he was a saint, like he couldnt possibly be in the wrong.

I studied him. Victor had grown up under that grandmothers care. She had worked herself to exhaustion raising him and his sister, the people he claimed to cherish above all else. He used to speak of her as if she were a living angel. And yet, now she and his sister were dead, and he had buried himself in work while shielding Ivy as if she were his family.

Now I understood. He didnt realize the dead were his. He believed they were mine.

I met his gaze, calm on the surface, trembling underneath. Victor you should take that money and buy their bodies back. Otherwise youll regret it.

He chuckled dryly. You dont understand the black market. Once somethings sold, its gone. Theyve probably been chopped up already. Youll never get them back. Just take the money and stop making a scene.

I couldnt speak.

They werent even my blood. But they were his. And now, because of Ivy, they were dead, labeled as frauds, and sold by the hand of their own kin. The ache in my chest made it almost impossible to breathe.

I didnt know when Victor had turned into this kind of man. Maybe hed always been capable of it.

Victor, I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, you know a lot about the black market. So tell me how could you? How could you sell their bodies? Didnt it bother you at all?

He leaned back lazily, rubbing his temple, that smug little smirk curling on his face. Why would it? They werent my family. They were yours. And dead people dont care. I gave them valuemore than they had, dont you think? Besides, they caused the accident, right? Killed two people, left Ivy traumatized, and here you are, still clinging to it. Marielle let it go.

My voice barely escaped. They caused it?

He shrugged. Ivy was driving perfectly. Your people ran into her path like idiots. You should be grateful we didnt sue. You keep treating this like it matters. Just take the five grand and move on.

I couldnt laugh. I couldnt cry. He had no idea. Not even a flicker of recognition.

He thought his sister and grandmotherthe only family hed ever truly hadwere mine. His own blood? Trash, sold without a second thought.

I leaned in slightly, voice steady but ice cold. What if what if youre wrong about who died?

He rolled his eyes. Dont start with your drama. I know my family. The ones who died? Yours. Nobodies. Now you want to pretend otherwise, just to guilt me?

He was so arrogant, so assured, so painfully blind.

And he kept speaking, oblivious to the knife each word drove into my heart.

People like that old, fragile, useless. They were waiting for death anyway. Your so-called sister? Jobless. The old lady? Couldnt even walk properly. So selling them wasnt wrongthey gained value, didnt they? Five grand is better than nothing.

I wanted to scream.

Instead, I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms.

He thought he was clever, logical, reasonable.

And I remembered their handsthe trembling hands of the grandmother pouring tea, the sister sewing his buttons, laughing at his forgetfulness, calling him a good man, just focused on work. They had loved him. Truly loved him.

I forced a calm smile, my voice low, almost venomous. Youre right, Victor. Keep the money. If five grand is the price of a life youll need it someday.

He frowned. Whats that supposed to mean?

I stood, pale, hands shaking. Youll see soon enough.

Victor Ramirezthe brilliant, arrogant lawyerhad just sold his own family. And he didnt even know it.

Just take the money and stop being difficult, Victor said, his tone sharp and dismissive, as if I were some street beggar. Tomorrow, buy her something nice. Apologize at the office. I dont want to hear another word about this.

He shoved the crumpled bills across the desk and left without even glancing back.

I stayed frozen, staring at the cash. That was all it took to sink in. The man I once admired, the one who had once fought tooth and nail for justice and truth was gone. Whatever remained of Victor Ramirez was hollow, decayed, beyond repair.

And our marriage? It had died long before that morning.

---

I woke early the next day, printed the divorce papers, and headed straight to his office. My hands were steady. My mind, resolute.

But as soon as I pushed open the glass door, the air was sucked out of my lungs.

Victor sat across from Ivy at his deskthe very desk I used to bring him coffee to in the mornings. A breakfast tray lay between them: croissants, fruit, steaming mugs of coffee. It looked almost cozy, domestic.

And then I saw it.

He was feeding her.

Victor, crisp white shirt sleeves rolled up, forked a piece of fruit and held it to her lips. Ivy leaned forward, giggling, her hand resting casually on his thigh, fingers curling possessively, as if she already belonged there.

Careful, he murmured, brushing a drop of juice from her lips with his thumb.

I froze in the doorway.

Ivy spotted me first.

OhMarielle! I didnt hear you come in, she said, fluttering her lashes, hand still on his leg. Victor was just making sure I ate something Ive been skipping breakfast lately. She turned to him, gripping his arm lightly, eyes brimming with well-rehearsed fear. Victor, please explain I dont want her to think somethings wrong between us.

Victor smiled down at her, that soft, reassuring smile I once lived for. Hey, dont cry, he said, patting her back gently. Then his gaze snapped to me, hard and cold.

I told you to bring something as an apology, he said, voice clipped. Where is it? You show up empty-handed and expect her to forgive you? Marielle act like an adult. Do you even know how to apologize?

I stared, dumbfounded. He truly believed I owed her anything. Pathetic.

Ivy sniffled, lowering her gaze, voice soft and trembling. Its okay, Victor maybe she didnt have time. I dont want to make things worse between you two.

Her act was flawlessI almost wanted to clap.

I didnt speak. I pulled the divorce papers from my bag, laid them neatly on his desk, and said, Sign this. Im done.

Victor blinked, stunned. What?

Sign the divorce papers, I repeated, calm and unwavering. This marriage is over.

He scowled. Youre joking, right? My family they loved you. My grandmother adored you, my sister treated you like her own. You really think Id divorce you now? Youre just looking for attention.

I smiled bitterly. Your family loved you, yes. But go home and see for yourself. Youll understand soon enough.

He frowned. What do you mean?

Go home, I said quietly. Itll become clear.

He slammed his hand on the desk. Marielle, stop talking nonsense! Your relatives died, not mine! How long are you going to keep blaming Ivy for that accident? Its pathetic.

Ivy let out a small, practiced gasp, voice soft and tremulous. Please, stop arguing because of me. Ill leave if I have to. I dont want to be the reason this marriage falls apart

Victor immediately moved to comfort her. Hey, none of this is your fault, he said, brushing her tears away like she was fragile porcelain.

I watched them for a long moment. He, blind to the truth, and she, smiling like a saint while hiding a serpents teeth.

Youre right, Ivy, I said quietly. You are the reason this marriage ended. But dont worry Im done fighting for a man who cant even tell whose blood hes covered in.

Marielle, youve got it all wrong! Ivys voice shook, pleading. Yes, okay, I bought my drivers license, Im not perfect, but that accident it wasnt my fault! Youre trying to divorce Victor just to pressure me, right? Make him send me to jail?

Her hands trembled, voice cracking in all the right places, perfectly practiced. If I didnt know better, I might have believed her too.

Victor, of course, did. Before I could speak, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close like she was fragile glass.

Dont cry, he murmured. Youre just a new driver, Ivy. You didnt mean for any of this. Stop blaming yourself. As long as Im here, nothings going to happen to you.

I just stood there. My husbandthe man who once swore hed defend the innocentwas now shielding a murderer.

Then his expression snapped from gentle to furious, eyes blazing.

Marielle, enough! he barked. You think I dont see what youre doing? This divorce is your attempt to blackmail me. Revenge against Ivy! Shes twenty-five, she made a mistake. Your familys death? An accident. Their own fault! And if you think Ill pay you dream on!

He stepped closer. Try to hurt her, and youll regret it. Dont push me.

His words cut sharper than a slap.

I wanted to scream. To make him see. But he wouldnt. He never did.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay level. Victor Im done explaining, done pleading. This marriage I met his gaze, steady, unwavering, coldis over.

He stared like Id struck him. Something dark flickered in his eyes.

You think you can just walk away? he hissed. You think Ill let you?

He grabbed the papers from my hands, ripped them apart, and tossed the pieces into the air.

The shredded paper drifted down like snow, a silent testament to all the years Id wasted on him.

Over? he sneered. Youll never leave me, Marielle. Not until I say so.

I looked at the fragments on the floormy freedom, my voice, my choiceand whispered, more to myself than to him:

Watch me.

You really intend to leave me, huh? Victors voice cut through the room, low and hard. Fine. You want this divorce? Youll have itbut dont expect to walk away unscathed, Marielle.

He took a step closer, jabbing a finger toward my face. When we sign the papers, I write the terms. You wont get a cent. Not a single scrap of dignity. Youll walk out of my life the same way you came in: weak, empty-handed, pathetic.

His eyes burned with rage, venom dripping from every word. And dont think I wont make the world see who you really are. Ill expose you. Ill tell everyone you exploited your so-called grandmother and sisters deaths for money. That you filed fake cases just to squeeze compensation out of people. My family will see the monster they treated like a daughter.

The torn divorce papers fluttered like ashes in the air. Among the drifting pieces, I caught a glimpse of Ivy. She lingered behind him, feigning fear, but the tiny smirk at the corner of her lips gave her away. She was loving every second.

I didnt respond. Words had lost all meaning. I turned and walked out, leaving him behind with his perfect little accomplice.

---

Back home, silence swallowed me whole. I packed my clothes methodically, folding each piece into a small suitcase, forcing myself to move past the photos, the memories, the echoes of laughter that now felt like knives in my chest. I just wanted out.

Id barely reached the bottom of the stairs when the noise outside hit me.

People were running toward me, a swarm, snarling like wolves.

Phones, cameras, microphonesall aimed at me.

There she is! a woman screamed. The woman who faked her grandmother and sisters accident to steal money!

Another voice shouted from further back. Even when they really died, she still tried to milk cash! Who does that?

Didnt she push that poor girl, Ivy, into depression? I heard she tried to end her life because of her!

And thank God her husbands a decent mana real lawyer who stood for truth, not that greedy woman! Hes the reason justice prevailed!

Laughter, shouting, cameras flashing.

And there they wereVictor and Ivy, at the back, watching, smiling.

It hit me then. Every bit of thiscameras, the crowd, the live streamit had been planned. Humiliation, public destruction orchestrated by him.

And it worked.

Within hours, the videos were everywhere. My face splashed across every screen. Comments rolled in, endless and merciless:

What kind of woman uses her familys death for cash?

No wonder her grandma died early! Karma caught up with her bloodline!

Shes disgusting. She shouldnt exist!

The car hit the right people this time.

Thousands of strangers, all shouting names: Scammer! Liar! Heartless! Trash!

Those words followed me everywhere. On screens. In whispers. In the air I breathed.

That day, I didnt just lose my husband.

I lost my name.

I lost myself.

The crowd surged, throwing rotten vegetables, eggs, even bottles. The stench of spoiled food mixed with hate was suffocating. Someone screamed Murderer! another shouted Homewrecker!and none of them had a clue what actually happened.

I couldve turned back. I shouldve. But I didnt.

I walked through it alltrash clinging to my shoes, yolk dripping down my sleevestraight to Victor.

Victor, I said quietly, voice trembling, do you really need to humiliate me like this? In front of everyone?

He looked annoyed. Ivy stepped forward before he could answer.

Marielle she sniffled, clutching her chest, tiny, fragile. I know youre hurting after after Grandma and my accident, but please stop blaming me. I didnt mean it. I see their faces every night I cant sleep. Please dont make it worse.

And of course, Victor swallowed it whole.

He pulled her close, rubbing her shoulder. Ivy, dont cry. You did nothing wrong. Ill take care of this. Then his eyes snapped to mine, cold and sharp. Marielle, youve gone too far. Throwing lawsuits and tantrums wont bring them back. They ran into her car, not the other way around. Stop using their deaths as an excuse to play the victim.

I barely breathed. Youre defending her?

Victor scoffed. Shes trying to live her life. Something you never managed without drama. Youre bitter, Marielle. Bitter shes younger. Bitter she makes me happy. Bitter she didnt waste her life like you did.

I laughed, broken and hollow. Happy? I whispered. You call this happiness? Do you think Grandma

Your grandmother and sister are gone, Marielle. Move on.

Before I could even react, a sharp voice rang from the crowd.

Who do you call dead?

And before I could even react, a sharp voice rose from behind the onlookers.

Who the hell are you calling dead?

Everyone turned.

My grandmother and sister stepped out from the crowd, alive, furious, their eyes burning straight through Victor.

And for the first time, I saw fear flicker in his eyes.

Everyone went silent for a second, like the whole city had paused to watch a bad movie. Then Victor looked over and saw my grandma standing there, alive and furious. His face drained white so fast I thought he might pass out.

Grandma? he stammered, like someone had punched the air out of him. You youre here? II thought I thought you were gone.

My grandma blinked at him, confused, then shook her head. What are you talking about, child? Im standing right here. Im fine. Who told you I was dead?

For weeks shed only known I was in court, that Id been filing appeal after appeal, that I was exhausted from fighting. She didnt know the rest... what Ivy had done, how bodies had gone missing, what kind of mess my husband had made of everything. All she knew was that Id been chasing a case, and she assumed Victor had been grieving like any decent son would.

Before he could even answer, Anna, my sister pushed through the crowd. She grabbed me in a fierce hug, like she was anchoring me so I wouldnt fall apart in public. Marielle, what is happening? Why are they screaming at you? Why are they saying those horrible things? I came as fast as I could.

I could feel the warmth of Annas arms and it kept me from collapsing. She looked at me with clear, fierce confusion. Who would do this to you? Why are they calling you a scammer?

This has been rough, Victor said thickly, then his voice snapped hard. Marielle, are you insane? If it wasnt your family who died, why have you been dragging this to court and harassing Ivy? You keep suing, you keep making a scene. What, are you jealous shes prettier or younger? Is that it? Are you trying to ruin her life because you cant stand her?

He spit the words out like they hurt him. I watched him and felt something inside me crack into a hundred quiet pieces.

Ivy clung to him at the edge of the crowd, all trembling chin and watery eyes, playing the wounded angel she was born to be. Marielle has always hated me, she sniffed, voice shaking exactly where it needed to. Shes been trying to destroy me ever since I came into Victors life. I cant sleep, Im always scared. Maybe I should just quit. I dont want this to get worse.

Victor looked at her and softened like putty. You didnt do anything wrong, he told her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear in front of everyone. Why would you quit? Ill fix it. Ill clear your name.

Then he turned to the cameras with that practiced courtroom cadence, watching the phones like they were jurors. He paced his words for effect.

Look, he said, slow and loud for the livestream, we live in a time when people are afraid to help one another. Someone gets hurt and we look away. Someone needs a hand and we do nothing because were afraid of being scammed. Thats why I stand for justice, even if it means standing against family.

He paced a little, eyes fixed on the lenses. There are people who fake accidents to get money. They prey on kindness and ruin decent peoples lives. I will not let that happen. I, Victor Ramirez, will make sure those who trick others, those who stage accidents and then lie in court, pay for what they did. No mercy for scammers. No mercy for people who turn tragedy into profit.

The crowd roared. Phones waved like flags. The live chat exploded into cheering and hate. He was a hero again. I felt like someone had poured salt into my mouth.

Anna squeezed me tighter, whispering fiercely, This is wrong. Theyre lying. Marielle, tell them. Tell them what really happened.

I wanted to. I wanted to shout the truth at the top of my lungs. I wanted to tell them that the people who died in that car were his grandmother and his sister. I wanted to tell him his own blood had been taken by the woman he was protecting. But the words stuck in my throat like a stone.

Victor pointed at me, voice full of righteous heat. Shes part of those scams. She kept filing appeals, dragging this out to extract more money, to ruin people. We wont let con artists get away with it. Not in my town. Not on my watch.

Ivy sniffed theatrically, then leaned forward, eyes huge. I just want the truth to come out... I dont want anyone else to get hurt because of lies. Im scared. Please dont make this worse.

Someone in the crowd started chanting, Scammer! Scammer! and the noise swallowed everything. I tasted metal in my mouth. People Id never met shouted accusations like they knew me. The live streamers stacked lies into headlines and the headlines turned into judgments.

Exactly! These kinds of people ruin lives for money! someone yelled.

Even if that scammers already dead, her familys still here! They should pay for what she did! another one shouted.

They all deserve to rot in jail!

The air was hot and ugly, filled with the smell of sweat, phones raised high to catch every second of my humiliation.

And right in the middle of it? Victor.

He stood there, calm and proud, soaking in every camera flash like it was applause. That twisted little smile on his face said everything. This wasnt justice for him. It was a show. His show.

Id seen him win cases before, but never like this. Never with this much hunger in his eyes. It wasnt about the truth anymore.... it was about Ivy, about proving he was her hero. Hed forgotten why he became a lawyer. Forgotten what it meant to fight for whats right.

He just wanted me gone. And he wanted the woman he loved to look innocent.

Beside me, my grandmas face turned pale. Her hands trembled as she grabbed his sleeve. Victor, she said, voice shaking, how can you talk like that? Youre lying. You know what really happened. You think your grandmother would be proud if she saw this?

He yanked his arm away. Dont you dare use my mother to guilt-trip me! he snapped. Shes not here, and even if she was, shed understand the truth. So stop defending Marielle. Youre only embarrassing yourself.

My grandma flinched, her hand falling back to her side.

He looked at me then, chin high, voice booming for the crowd. Im divorcing Marielle. Im done with her lies, her drama, her obsession with dragging innocent people down. Im a lawyer and I stand for fairness and truth. The truth is, she refuses to move on because she wants money and attention. Shes been milking someone's death for sympathy long enough.

He looked so sure, so self-righteous, that the crowd began clapping.

I stared at him for a long moment, my heart slowly breaking apart.

Victor, I said softly, are you really okay with destroying a dead womans name just to protect the one who killed her?

His eyes flashed cold. Im not destroying anyone, he said. Im telling the truth. Something you clearly have no concept of.

I nodded slowly. Then keep telling your version of it, I whispered. I just hope one day you wont regret what you said today.

He gave a short, bitter laugh. Regret? You think Ill regret standing up for justice? Youre delusional, Marielle. The only ones wholl regret anything are people like you... people who lie, who cheat, who manipulate sympathy to get money.

He turned back to the cameras and jabbed a finger at me. You all see her? Shes still trying to twist the story, make herself look like the victim. This he pointed to me like I was dirt is exactly whats wrong with this world. No guilt. No shame. Just crocodile tears.

The crowd murmured, agreeing, some even shouting things like, You tell her, attorney! and Expose her!

And then, right on cue, Ivy stepped forward with perfect timing, eyes red and watery. Her voice cracked just enough to sound real.

Marielle, she said softly, youve always hated me. But I never imagined youd go this far. You act like I killed someone on purpose. She sniffled, letting her lips tremble. But maybe maybe you planned this all along, didnt you? You and that two woman? You two set it up, but something went wrong, and they ended up dead. Is that it?

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Even the livestreamers stopped talking for a beat.

Then she turned toward the cameras and said, That must be why shes been obsessed with mewhy she wont stop harassing me. Because shes afraid the truth will come out.

It was like shed dropped a bomb.

Someone in the back shouted, Yeah, that makes sense!

Another one added, She mustve been part of it! Why else defend them?

And just like that, the rumor became truth. The crowds anger reignited, louder than before, spinning faster, crueler.

Anna grabbed my arm and yelled over the noise, Marielle! Dont listen to them! You didnt do anything wrong! Her eyes were filled with tears and rage. Victor, how can you let her say that? How can you just stand there while they tear your wife apart?!

Victor didnt even look at her.

Ivy pressed herself closer to him, whispering something I couldnt hear. He nodded like she was the only voice that mattered.

I looked at the man I once trusted with everything: the man whod sworn hed protect me no matter what and realized hed already buried me alive with his lies.

And this time, no one was coming to save me.

The next few minutes felt like hell.

The crowd kept chanting, throwing things. Rotten vegetables, eggs, even empty bottles. Some of them laughed when one hit my shoulder. My ears were ringing, and for a second, I couldnt even tell if it was from fear or from the noise.

Then Anna screamed.

Grandma!

I turned just in time to see her stumble. Grandmas hand went to her chest, her face turning white. Her knees buckled, and she fell hard onto the sidewalk.

Everything around me stopped moving for one terrible second.

Grandma! Anna shouted again, running to her. I dropped to my knees beside them, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out the crowd.

Grandma, can you hear me? I said, shaking her arm. She didnt answer. Her lips were turning blue.

No one came to help. They just kept recording, their phones pointed at us like we were entertainment.

My hands were shaking so bad I could barely pull out my phone.

Please, please, I cried into the receiver. Shes not breathing. Please send an ambulance, please! Shes not breathing!

Anna was sobbing beside me, covering Grandma with her jacket, whispering through tears, Please wake up, please wake up

Someone from the crowd laughed.

Look at her acting again! a man yelled. Her whole familys full of scammers!

Yeah, cry for the camera, lady! another shouted.

I ignored them and pressed down on Grandmas chest, counting under my breath, praying shed gasp, move, anything.

Come on, Grandma, stay with me, I whispered, my tears falling on her shirt. Please please dont leave me too.

Behind us, I heard Victors voice. Calm. Cold. Almost bored.

Thats enough for today, he said. She has no face left anyway. Let her save her pathetic grandma.

Ivy tugged on his sleeve like she always did, her fake voice soft and innocent. Victor, are you sure you should just let her go like that? After all the trouble she caused?

He didnt even blink. Were done here, he said, wrapping his arm around her. Then they walked away like royalty, the crowd parting for them, cameras following like they were the heroes walking off the stage.

When the ambulance finally arrived, the sirens were the only sound that didnt feel cruel. Paramedics pushed through the people shouting for space. I helped lift Grandma onto the stretcher, my clothes sticky with eggs and dirt.

Anna clung to my arm, crying so hard she could barely breathe. Marielle, shes gonna be okay, right? Tell me shell be okay.

I couldnt answer. I just nodded even though I didnt believe it.

Behind us, the crowd was still talking, still streaming. Serves her right, one woman said. Karmas fast.

We climbed into the ambulance, the doors slamming shut, cutting off the noise but not the ache.

In the hospital hallway, I sat there. My hair stuck to my face. My body felt cold, but my mind was still burning. Every insult from that crowd replayed in my head like a loop I couldnt stop.

A nurse came out after what felt like forever. Shes stable for now, she said softly. But she had a major heart attack. Well need to monitor her closely.

I nodded and whispered, Thank you, but my voice barely came out.

....

That night, I sat beside Grandmas bed. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, the heart monitor beeping slow and steady.

I took her hand and whispered, Ill fix this, Grandma. Ill make them pay. Ill prove it was them.

My phone buzzed on the table. My name was still trending. Still being cursed.

I opened the screen. Hateful comments. Fake stories. Videos of me crying edited with dramatic music and lies.

[Scammer wife caught pretending again!]

[She even used her grandma now!]

[What kind of monster is she?]

My throat burned. I wanted to throw the phone, but I didnt. I just stared at it until the tears blurred the words.

Then I whispered, voice trembling but sharp, They wanted to bury me alive. Fine. Lets see who ends up buried first.

Right then, my phone rang.

I looked at the name.

Gideon.

My ex. The man I once loved for four years before I married Victor.

I stared at the screen for a long time before answering.

Marielle, his voice came through, calm but serious. I saw everything.

I swallowed hard. Then you know, I whispered.

I know, he said quietly. And Im coming.

That night, it felt endless. I didnt sleep. I just sat there by Grandmas bed, watching her chest rise and fall, counting each breath like it could be her last.

Anna woke up early for school. She didnt even finish her breakfast. She looked at me with red eyes.

Marielle, Im going to school now, she said softly. I dont really want to, but I have an exam today. If anyone bothers you again please, call the police this time.

I tried to smile at her. I will. Go now. Take care, Anna.

When she left, the room went quiet again. The smell of the hospital hung in the air; antiseptic, sadness, and something that felt like grief soaked into my clothes.

An hour later, the door opened.

For a second, I thought it was Gideon. My heart jumped. But no. It was Victor. And right behind him, Ivy.

Both of them looked fresh, glowing, dressed like they just came from a morning jog.

Victor walked straight to the table and threw an envelope down. It hit the wood with a loud slap.

Its done, he said coldly. I already signed. You wont get a cent from me.

I looked at the papers, then at him. Fine, I said. I dont want your money anyway.

He scoffed, crossing his arms. Oh please. Of course you do. Thats all youve ever wanted. Youve been using my name, my money, my reputation. Even dragging Ivy through the mud just for attention.

I swallowed hard but didnt reply. I just picked up the pen, signed my name, and pushed the papers back toward him. My hand didnt even shake.

There, I said. Now you can go play happy couple in peace.

Ivy stepped forward, putting on her usual soft, trembling voice. Marielle, Im Im so sorry. I didnt want things to end like this. I never wanted your grandma to get hurt. Please believe me.

I stared at her for a moment. Then I let out a small laugh. It sounded cracked and dry.

Youre good, Ivy. You shouldve been an actress.

Her eyes glistened. I mean it, Marielle. I really do.

Then cry somewhere else, I said. I dont need your fake pity.

Victor moved between us and put his arm around her waist. I couldnt stop staring at that hand. The same hand that once swore to protect me, now holding her like I was the stranger.

He glared at me. Thats enough. Dont waste your tears on her.

I took a deep breath. Get out, Victor. From now on, theres nothing left between us. Ill just remember you as someone who died a long time ago.

His expression turned dark. Without a word, he pulled out his wallet, grabbed some cash, and threw it at my face.

Take it, he said. Thats all youre worth.

The bills scattered across the floor. They fluttered down around my feet like trash. I didnt even look up. I just listened to their footsteps as they walked out, closing the door behind them.

The silence that followed was worse than their words.

I knelt slowly, picked up the bills one by one, and smoothed them flat. My hands didnt shake. I gathered every single piece, slipped them back into the envelope, and sealed it shut.

Then I called a delivery rider. My voice didnt break once.

Please send this to Victors firm, I said. He forgot something disgusting here.

And when the rider asked what it was, I just said quietly, His soul.

.....

VictorS POV

The hospital parking lot was still wet from last nights rain when we stepped out. I was about to open the car door for Ivy when she suddenly went pale.

Ivy? I said, frowning.

She didnt answer. She clutched her stomach, turned aside, and threw up all over the concrete.

Hey, hey, easy, I said, catching her before she fell. Her skin felt cold, her body trembling. My heart jumped to my throat.

Without thinking, I scooped her up. She was so light, fragile like shed break if I didnt hold tight enough. I ran back inside, shouting for help.

Doctor! Somebody help! Shes sick!

A nurse led us to a small room. The doctor came in, calm like hed seen this a thousand times. He checked her pulse, asked her a few questions, and then did a quick ultrasound.

The screen flickered. He smiled faintly and looked at me.

Sir, he said, your wife is pregnant.

For a second, I couldnt breathe. The words hit me harder than anything Id ever heard. Pregnant.

I felt something burst open inside me. Relief, joy, shock? it all came at once.

Ivy stared at the doctor, her face blank with disbelief. Wait, Im not his wife, she whispered. Im not

I stopped her, pressing her hand against my chest. You will be, I said. Soon. Youre carrying my child, Ivy. Do you understand what that means? Ive wanted this for years. You gave me a miracle.

Her eyes filled with tears. Victor, what if Marielle fights back? What if she ruins everything again? I dont want to end up in jail. Im scared. Im really scared.

I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. Listen to me. No one is touching you or this baby. Ill protect you. I dont care what it costs. Ill talk to Grandma and Wendy. Theyll be happy for us. Youll see.

I pulled out my phone and called Grandma first. It rang and rang. No answer.

Thats weird, I muttered. She always picks up.

Ivy rubbed my arm gently. Maybe shes just resting. Shes been through a lot too.

Yeah, I said, forcing a smile. Maybe shes busy in her greenhouse. You know how she gets when shes tending her flowers.

Then I called Wendy. Same thing. No answer.

For a second, I felt a strange chill.