“Mom! Desmond had been cheating on me with Daniella!” She announced, expecting them to be shocked, but instead, they looked at each other and laughed out loud.
“Oh! She’s just finding out now!” Elizabeth said. “You came to report to me that my son is cheating on you with my future daughter-in-law? Do you even hear how that sounds?”
“What are you saying? I’ve been married to your son for two years, and he loved me. Why all these?” At this moment, tears were rolling down Anabel‘s eyes.
“Love? My son never loved you. He only got married to you out of pity. You are just a country bumpkin, saved by my son. You were never qualified to marry my son. I’ve been keeping cool, waiting for my true daughter-in-law. Now that she’s back, Desmond is going to marry her. What’s wrong with that?”
“Desmond loved me. He will not marry her,” Anabel protested.
“Who in his right senses will stick with a barren woman?” Elizabeth mocked. “For two years, all you have been doing is eating and wasting my son’s strength on the bed. My son was blinded by love, but soon enough, his eyes will finally clear. Today, I will make sure he stands with me—and divorces you.”
Anabel’s lips parted, ready to defend herself again.
But then the door opened—and in walked Desmond, hand in hand with Daniella.
Like a couple with nothing to hide. Like they belonged together.
“Wow! My son and my potential daughter-in-law are here already!” Elizabeth stepped forward and embraced her son.
“Desmond!” Anabel called. “How can you cheat on me?”
He turned his attention to Anabel. “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”
“Do you want to deny it? Don’t even try to. I called you this afternoon to share some good news with you, only to find out that you are cheating on me. I guess the husband snatcher picked up the call and left it so I could listen to her sick moans.”
In that moment, nothing else mattered.
Not Bella’s gloating smile.
Not Daniella’s hand still wrapped in his.
All the noise faded.
She only needed one thing—his answer.
If he looked her in the eye and told her he still loved her, she would forget it all.
Erase every wound. Pretend none of it ever happened.
Just one word from him—and she’d stay.
“Why are you disturbing me?” Desmond snapped, his face devoid of guilt.
“Even if I cheated, it’s not my fault. For two years, you haven’t given me a child. Not even a miscarriage.”
The words hit like a slap.
No remorse. No hesitation.