“Are you absolutely certain about this, Mrs. Herrera?” the lawyer’s voice was careful, almost hesitant. “Divorcing Julian now… with your seventh anniversary just a week away? And what about the business your father left behind? It’s still under his control. Who’s going to manage it if you walk away? His family… they’ve been there for you since your parents passed.”

I drew in a sharp breath, gripping the phone tightly. “I know, Attorney. I’m grateful,” I said, forcing calm into my voice even though my chest ached. “But go ahead. Prepare the divorce papers. Five days. By then, I’ll have someone to take over the company and arrange everything.”

“Mrs. Herrera—”

“I won’t stay married to a man who let our child die,” I cut in, my voice trembling. “All to save his mistress’s baby.”

Silence fell on the line—thick, suffocating, heavy. Before he could reply, I ended the call.

The click echoed across the quiet room. For a moment, the hum of the air conditioner was the only sound. My knees shook, my heart pounded, and I sank into the chair, burying my face in my hands.

Images flashed behind my closed eyelids: laughter, promises, warmth—the illusion of love I had clung to so desperately.

Two weeks ago, I believed I had everything.

I had been overjoyed, holding a tiny pregnancy test in my trembling hands. A faint pink line changed everything—I was going to be a mother again. After the heartbreak of losing our son to kidney failure, hope finally returned.

I remembered standing in front of the mirror, smiling through tears, whispering to myself, We’re going to be parents again, Julian. Maybe this time, it’ll be different.

I had planned a surprise: dinner, candles, his favorite wine. I wanted to see his smile again, the one that had once made me feel safe. But that night, fate had other plans.

I arrived at his office, sonogram photo tucked in my bag, ready to reveal my joy. But just as I reached the door, I froze.

“…you’re still keeping Alyssa, even though your son with Sabrina is already five?” a man’s voice asked—one of Julian’s friends. “What happens if she finds out?”

My blood ran ice-cold.

Julian’s voice followed, calm and controlled. “She’ll never know. She believes our son died because no kidney was available.”

A pause.

“But the truth?” His tone hardened, sharp and cold. “I gave the kidney to my son with Sabrina. Alyssa would never have survived the truth. She’s too fragile.”

He continued, unnervingly calm. “It’s hereditary in our family. Even I needed a transplant when I was a child. My son with Sabrina was dying. I had no choice. I couldn’t risk him—he’s my blood, my true heir.”

True heir.

Those words cut deeper than any blade. My son hadn’t died because of fate or lack of medicine—he had died because Julian chose someone else. Sabrina. My friend.

He went on, each word like a jagged knife. “Besides, I never wanted a child with her. I married her because her father begged me. He was dying and promised me the company if I looked after her. I pitied her. That’s all.”

Pity.

The word shattered everything—our vows, our marriage, the life we had built.

I clutched the sonogram in my bag until the paper crumpled beneath my fingers. My knees gave way, and I slid against the wall, biting my lip to suppress the scream clawing its way up.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

Eventually, I found myself in my car, staring blankly at the city lights, tears blurring everything. I didn’t know how long I sat there—minutes, hours, maybe an eternity—until I realized what I had to do.

That night, I stopped being his wife.

Now, two weeks later, the same hollow ache lingered. I tried to steady my breathing, tried to push it away, but the memory stuck like smoke.

I was wiping my face when the door opened.

“Alyssa?”

My body froze. His voice.

Julian stepped in, tall, composed, his dark hair neatly styled, cologne drifting faintly in the air. To anyone else, he still seemed perfect—successful, calm, devoted. But I could see the monster beneath the mask.

“Hey,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?”

I forced a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Nothing.”

He frowned and set his briefcase down. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come home last night. Last-minute meeting at work.”

A lie. I knew exactly where he had been—Sabrina’s condo. My friend, my confidante… and the woman who shared his bed.

I didn’t reply. Slowly, I stood and faced him.

“Here.”

He blinked as I removed my wedding ring and set it on the desk between us. The soft metallic clink echoed like the final closing of a door.

“What is this?” His brow furrowed.

“I’m having the divorce papers prepared,” I said, my voice calm even as my hands trembled. “Five days, Julian. We end this, and we part ways.”

“I’m having the divorce papers drawn up,” I said, my voice steady even though my hands trembled. “Five days, Julian. That’s when this ends.”

He blinked at me, disbelief twisting his features. “What are you talking about?” His voice rose in incredulity, edged with a mocking laugh. “Five days? That’s our anniversary, Alyssa. Didn’t we agree to celebrate it, like we always do?”

I laughed, but it was hollow, bitter, and empty. “Celebrate? Like the past five years when you never showed up? When you sent flowers from some distant florist while you were out partying for work?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he just stared.

I pressed on, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I always told myself it was business. That you were busy keeping Father’s company running, that’s why you were late, or didn’t call, or forgot. I made excuses for every missed dinner, every unanswered text. I believed in you. But now… now I see the truth. You’ve been spending more time with Sabrina than with me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Alyssa, this is ridiculous. You’re angry, fine—I get it. But don’t drag divorce into this. I can fix it. You’re blowing this out of proportion. And Sabrina? She’s my secretary—you told me to hire her! Why are you making her the enemy?”

“I should bring her into this,” I snapped, my voice sharp. “She’s been around us from the start. Supposed to be my best friend, wasn’t she? And yet… she’s the one you go home to. You’ve been lying to me, both of you.”

He chuckled, low and cold, dismissive. “So, this is about jealousy?”

“No,” I whispered, my chest aching. “I’m done. I don’t love you anymore, Julian. That’s why we’re divorcing.”

His laugh grew louder, crueler this time, as he stepped closer. “Divorce me? You’re serious?” His eyes darkened, hardening. “You can’t do that. Where would you go? You’re an orphan, Alyssa. You have nothing without me. Do you expect me to just give you money to walk away?”

My fists clenched. “I don’t want your money.”

He snorted, pressing the wedding ring back into my palm. “Ridiculous,” he muttered. Then he pulled a sleek black card from his wallet and dropped it onto the table. “Here—buy something nice. Much better than whining about divorce.”

I laughed, but it came out jagged, broken. “You really think money fixes everything?”

Already stepping back, he looked bored. “I won’t be home later. Meeting—”

Before he could finish, my palm struck his cheek. The sound cracked through the room like lightning.

For a heartbeat, everything froze.

Then his expression shifted—shock giving way to fury. His hand shot out, and for the first time, Julian slapped me back. I stumbled, cheek stinging, humiliation and pain burning through me.

“What’s wrong with you?” he shouted, chest heaving.

A small voice interrupted.

“Bad!”

We both turned. Little Max stood in the doorway, clutching a tiny toy car, big brown eyes—Julian’s eyes—wide and confused. “Why are you hitting Daddy?”

My stomach twisted. I had always let the child call Julian ‘Daddy’ because Sabrina said his father didn’t want him, claiming it was from a one-night mistake. I had pitied him, loved him quietly, thinking I was helping a friend’s child. Now, I realized the cruel truth. He wasn’t fatherless. He was Julian’s son.

Before I could react, Sabrina’s voice floated from the hall. “Oh… sorry.”

She stepped into view, face sweet, concern painted on, tone dripping with practiced innocence. “Bad timing, I guess? Max wanted to visit. He misses everyone… but maybe we should go.”

“No,” Julian snapped, brushing past me. “We’re going out. Without her.” He shot me a sharp glare. “How dare you even think about divorce?”

Sabrina raised a hand to her chest, feigning shock. “Alyssa, why would you do this? Did something happen?”

“Don’t act innocent,” I hissed.

She blinked, pretending to be clueless. “Did Julian upset you again? Should I scold him?”

Her tone made my stomach churn. I had trusted her with everything—every secret, every hurt—and she had been smiling while betraying me all along.

“Stop pretending,” I spat. “You know exactly why I’m leaving.”

Sabrina tilted her head, mock curiosity in her eyes. “Oh… is this about that guy you mentioned?”

“What?” Julian’s head snapped toward me. “What guy?”

I froze. Is she using the cheating card against me, even though it’s not real?

“Wait,” he growled, glaring. “Are you… cheating on me?”

I stared at him, disbelief burning. “You’re accusing me?”

Sabrina raised her hands innocently. “No, no, she didn’t—”

“Shut up!” I snapped, voice breaking. “You traitor! That isn’t true!”

Julian’s face darkened. He grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me toward our room. “So you want a divorce to cheat? Is that it?”

“Let go!” I struggled, but his grip only tightened.

“No. Not until you come to your senses.”

He shoved me inside and slammed the door. The lock clicked into place. Then I heard their footsteps, fading—the front door closing behind Julian, Sabrina, and their son.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

I sank to the floor, chest heaving, palms trembling. My reflection in the mirror looked like someone else—broken, betrayed, bleeding from the inside.

Tears fell freely as I pressed a hand to my stomach. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered. “But I have to let you go. Your father doesn’t want you.”

Outside, their car roared to life, fading into the night. I was left alone, locked in that empty house, clutching my belly, whispering for strength.

“Five days,” I murmured, closing my eyes. “Just five days… then I’ll be free.”

The next morning, a gentle knocking stirred me awake. My eyes were puffy from crying through the night, my throat raw from screaming into the silence of my locked room. I didn’t want to open the door, not even a crack—but then I heard her voice.

“Alyssa… it’s me.”

Sabrina.

My body froze instantly.

The door creaked, and she stepped in—my so-called best friend, the woman who had betrayed me in the most unforgivable way. Her eyes were red, rimmed with tears, though I didn’t believe a word of it. Without asking, she crossed the room and hugged me tightly, pressing her cheek to mine.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, voice soft against my shoulder. “I never meant for it to happen. Things… they just got out of hand.”

I stiffened, hands falling to my sides. “Got out of hand?” I repeated, bitterness cutting through my voice as I stepped back.

“Yes,” she hurried on. “I thought you were talking about Raphael—that’s all. You’d mentioned him before, your first love. I assumed maybe you had reconciled, and that’s why you were talking about divorce with Julian.”

I stared at her, incredulous. “You’re serious?” I raised my voice. “That’s your excuse? You thought I wanted a divorce because of Raphael? Not because you’ve been sleeping with my husband for years?”

Her lips parted in feigned offense. “Of course not! You’re my best friend, Dani. I would never—”

The sharp sting of my hand against her cheek cut her off.

Her head snapped sideways, palm flying to her face. “What—?”

“Do you think I’d be blind?” I whispered, voice trembling with fury and heartbreak. “You’ve been sleeping with my husband, Sabrina. And Max—your son—is his child, isn’t he?”

For a heartbeat, she froze, her expression an act of innocence. Then it slipped. Her lips twisted into a faint, mocking smile, and a quiet laugh escaped her.

“Oh, God,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m tired of pretending.” Her tone dripped with venomous amusement as she locked eyes with me. “Good to know you finally caught on.”

My stomach churned, but I didn’t flinch.

“So what’s next?” she continued, smirking. “Are you finally going to leave him?”

I swallowed hard, fighting back tears. “He won’t divorce me,” I said deliberately. “So you’d better do something about it.”

Sabrina tilted her head, chuckling. “Don’t worry. I will. Just make sure you actually go through with it.”

“Fine.” I slipped my wedding ring off, holding it up as it caught the morning sunlight. “Here. Wear it. Enjoy it. You’ve already taken everything else.”

She hesitated before taking it, her smirk softening into a playful pout. “Well… thanks, Alyssa. Really, thank you for giving me your husband,” she murmured. I brushed past her without answering.

As I moved toward the living room, a small voice called out.

“Auntie Dani!”

It was Max, clutching a toy car, his face lighting up when he saw me. “Look! Daddy fixed it!”

For a fleeting second, I froze. I had once adored this boy. I had held him, fed him, read him bedtime stories when Sabrina was too busy pretending to work. He had called me “Auntie” so sweetly that I had almost forgotten my own loss.

But now… every time I saw him, all I felt was betrayal.

“I’m busy, Max,” I said softly.

“No! Please, Auntie! Look, it moves now!” He pressed the toy toward me eagerly.

I stepped back, shaking my head. “Not now, Max.”

He followed me, tugging at my dress. “Please, Auntie! Just look!”

Something inside me snapped. My voice cracked as I pushed him away. “I said I’m busy!”

He stumbled. I didn’t catch him in time. He fell, the toy shattering beside him, his tiny body trembling as sobs ripped from his chest.

Sabrina burst into the room, horror written across her face. “What did you do?!”

“It was an accident,” I said quickly. But she was already scooping him up, glaring at me as if I were a monster.

“What’s going on?” Julian’s voice boomed from the doorway, eyes darting between me and the crying child, face hardening.

“Really, Alyssa?” he hissed. “This is why you don’t deserve to be a mother. You can’t even care for a child properly.”

I felt my throat constrict.

“This,” he said, gesturing to Max, “is why we’ll never have another child. I’m giving my heir to him. He’ll be adopted officially. He deserves it more than you ever could.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, voice quiet, almost serene. “Do what you must.”

He blinked, thrown by my calm. “That’s it? You don’t care? Is that true? Are you seeing another man?”

“What?” I whispered, stunned.

He looked to Sabrina. “She mentioned a guy. Who is it?”

Sabrina raised her hands innocently. “Julian, stop. Don’t hurt her. Remember, she’s my best friend.”

He glared between us, jaw tight, then sighed. “Be thankful Sabrina’s considerate, Alyssa. Now, apologize to Max.”

I clenched my fists but couldn’t bear another fight. I knelt before the boy, voice trembling. “I’m sorry, Max. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He sniffled, nodding. “It’s okay, Auntie. Can we play later?”

“Sure,” I said softly. “We’ll play later.”

But I knew there wouldn’t be a later.

Once in my room, I locked the door and collapsed onto the bed, mind spinning, heart breaking all over again.

Raphael.

The name echoed in my thoughts. The man I had loved once. The one I had left for Julian because my father had insisted I marry into a powerful family to “protect” me.

Maybe Sabrina’s gossip about him wasn’t useless after all. Maybe I could use it.

Hands trembling, I pulled out my phone and scrolled to his name: Raphael Mendoza. My pulse raced as I tapped it.

The line rang once… twice… then—

“Hello?” His voice, familiar and gentle, filled my ear.

“It’s me,” I whispered. “Alyssa.”

A pause. “Alyssa?” His tone was stunned. “After all this time…”

I took a shaky breath. “Are you… still single?”

He laughed softly, surprised. “I… yeah, I guess.”

“Good,” I said, voice wavering but steadying. “Because I need to ask you something… important.”

“What is it?”

I closed my eyes, heart hammering. “Do you… want to marry me?”