“Oh my god! Poison?”

“Maybe something to cause a miscarriage!”

“She hates Kelsey and everyone knows that!”

“She’s jealous!”

“She’s sick!”

I stared at Kelsey, speechless, because she looked so damn believable.

“That’s not true,” I said quietly. “I didn’t touch her—”

Before I could finish, Owen grabbed my arm and shoved me so hard I fell onto the floor, my knees slamming into the tiles.

“You think this is fucking funny?!” he roared. “If anything happens to her or my kids, I swear your life will be the price!”

I didn’t even try to stand. I just sat there on the cold marble, feeling the last piece of me crumble.

The murmurs around us were venom.

“That’s her? She’s disgusting.”

“She wants Kelsey dead because she can’t have kids anymore.”

“Jealous women are dangerous.”

“She’s evil.”

Mrs Ashford clutched her pearls dramatically.

“Owen, take Kelsey to the hospital. NOW. We don’t know what this woman did!”

Owen didn’t hesitate. He scooped Kelsey into his arms and ran toward the exit while she whimpered and held onto him like her life depended on it. The moment they disappeared, the guests turned on me like a pack of wolves.

Someone threw a glass. It shattered near my leg.

“That’s for hurting your pregnant sister!”

A splash of wine hit my face.

“That’s for being jealous!”

A plate of food slammed into my shoulder.

“You monster!”

Someone actually threw a sandal that hit my face and it bled.

“You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her!”

I didn’t shield myself. I didn’t scream. I didn’t defend anything.

I just sat there, letting them hit me, throw things at me, spit their words like poison. Because for the first time…

I finally accepted it.

…

The night finally died down, the house dark and silent, but my ears were still ringing with every insult, every broken plate, every splash of wine against my skin.

I locked myself inside the upstairs bathroom and leaned over the sink. The mirror showed a woman I barely recognized—hair tangled, cheeks streaked with dried tears, and a thin line of blood dripping from where the sandal hit my forehead.

I pressed a towel to it, but the bleeding didn’t stop right away.

“Happy anniversary, Owen,” I whispered at my broken reflection. “You finally destroyed everything… and somehow, you set me free.”

My phone buzzed on the counter.

I didn’t want to answer it but when I saw the name, my heart stopped.

Kleve.

I picked up with a trembling thumb. “Hello…?”

“I’ll be there tomorrow night. You’re leaving that house. And tell me… Is the divorce done?”

My throat tightened. I stared at myself in the mirror... at the bruises forming, at the dead look in my eyes.

“Yes,” I whispered. “It’s done.”

“Good. I want our marriage settled the moment I arrive. I don’t wait, Laura.”

The line went dead.

I stared at my reflection again. At the bruises.

The cut… The emptiness.

...

The next morning.

I woke up to heavy footsteps pounding outside my room. Before I could even sit up, the door slammed open. Owen stormed in, flanked by two burly guards, his face cold as ice.

“Grab her,” he barked.

“Wait—Owen, what are you doing?!” My voice cracked, panic clawing at me.

He didn’t answer. The guards were on me in seconds, yanking me off the bed. I screamed, tried to fight, begged him, but he just stood there, unmoved.

“Stop! She’s faking!” I yelled.

“Silence,” he said flatly. “You’ve put my babies in danger. That’s enough.”

I realized in a sickening moment what he meant—Kelsey, his precious twins, were somehow “at risk,” and I was the villain. I didn’t even touch them, didn’t even step near Kelsey’s drinks last night but it didn’t matter. In Owen’s eyes, I was the threat.

The guards threw me into the back of a black SUV, my limbs banging against the cold leather seats. Rain streaked the windows as the car roared through the streets.

“Kelsey… it’s all fake!” I screamed, my voice raw. “She’s faking! She’s fine! You’re being cruel!”

Owen didn’t even glance at me. He sat rigid, hands clenched on the wheel. “Shut up. You’re coming with me. Now.”

At the hospital, the scene was already set. Nurses stepped back, eyes wide, as Owen’s voice boomed:

“Draw her blood. NOW. Kelsey’s twins are in danger. She’s the reason.”

“Mr. Ashford! She’s barely stable—”

“I don’t care! Do it!” Owen snapped.

“I can’t! If we take more, she could collapse—”

“DO IT!” he shouted, deaf to reason.

My body shook violently as the nurse restrained me, straps digging into my wrists and arms. I clawed at them, thrashing, screaming, every word guttural.

“No! Stop! Kelsey, you’re faking this! It’s all lies! She's fine!”

But Owen didn’t listen. He stood back, arms crossed, watching me as if I were nothing. His jaw was tight, his eyes hard, his voice sharp when he barked at the doctors.

“Take her blood. She’s the reason my babies might be hurt.”

I screamed louder, struggling against the straps, my lungs burning.

“Silence, monster,” Mrs. Ashford’s voice cut through behind me, mocking. “Look at you. The woman who killed her own child. Do you think your jealousy will ever end? My Owen is smart to keep you tied down. You’ll never touch my grandkids.”

I froze, my chest tightening as the nurses forced the needle into my arm. Cold metal, sharp pain, the red creeping into the transparent bag—it was stealing pieces of me. Every gasp, every twitch, every drop of blood was another part of my life leaving.

Kelsey, or at least the twins she carried, were safe but only because I suffered. And Owen… he held her hand, stroked her hair, murmuring soft comforts that should have been mine once.

“I’m sorry, Owen… this is all my fault,” Kelsey cried. “It’s not your fault, Laura is just being dramatic as always,” Owen said coldly.

I shook violently, whispering through the tears and the pain: “Owen… please… make it stop…”

He didn’t turn. He didn’t care. The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me was Mrs. Ashford smirking from the corner, nodding toward Owen, as if she had orchestrated my torment all along.

And then I let go.

When I woke up, everything looked too bright, too clean. For a second I honestly thought maybe I’d died.

Then I saw him.

Owen sat in the chair beside my bed, elbows on his knees, rubbing his face like he was the victim here. Like he was exhausted from my suffering.

“You’re finally up. You’ve been out for two days.”

I just stared at him, feeling nothing.

He let out a sigh like he was the victim. “Look… things got out of hand. I didn’t think the blood thing would hit you that hard. I just panicked. Kelsey needed help, and I couldn’t let anything happen to her.”

I kept my face empty.

“I know I haven’t been the best husband lately. I’ve… had a lot on my plate, and I guess I forgot about us. I even missed our anniversary.” He made a small, self-pitying laugh. “But I want to fix that.”

He reached down and placed a paper bag on my lap like it was some grand gesture.

“There’s a dress inside. Something nice. When you’re discharged, my driver will bring you to dinner. Your favorite place.”

I just stared at the bag. It felt like looking at trash.

He forced a smile.

“Come on, Laura. Try to look good again, okay? I’m giving you another chance to fix things with me.”

He leaned down, kissed my forehead like he owned me, and walked out.

The second the door closed, the room went silent again.

I grabbed my phone with shaky fingers. A new message lit the screen.

Kleve: Boarding my jet now. I’ll be there tonight. Be ready.

My heart lurched. My hands almost dropped the phone.

Before I could lock it, Owen suddenly walked back in.

“Who texted you?” he asked sharply. “Let me see.”

I hid the phone behind my back. “No.”

His face darkened instantly, that ugly narcissistic anger twisting his features. “Laura. Don’t get stupid with me. Let me see.”

I didn’t answer.

Before he could grab it, his phone rang—Kelsey’s name flashing on the screen.

He froze. Then everything about him softened in an instant.

“Tsk. Stay here,” he muttered, already rushing out the door.

The moment he was gone, I let out a shaky breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

The doctor came in after a while, not meeting my eyes. “You’re being discharged today,” he said quietly. “Mr. Ashford already settled everything.”

Of course he did. Money was the only thing he used to feel like a good man.

A pair of nurses came in carrying a box and a bouquet of white roses.

“Mr. Ashford said these are for you,” one said gently.

I stared at the roses.

White. Pure. Innocent.

Exactly what I wasn’t anymore.

I didn’t even touch them.

I changed into the dress—red satin, fitted perfectly, like he still remembered my measurements but had forgotten my entire existence.

The driver came to the door. “Ma’am, sir asked me to bring you straight to the restaurant.”

I just nodded.

…

When I reached the table, I froze.

Owen was already there, smiling like nothing was wrong… and sitting right beside him was Kelsey.

She looked perfect of course she did. Ivory dress, glowing skin, both hands resting on her belly like she was posing for some magazine cover.

Owen looked a little nervous but still gave me that fake gentle smile.

“Laura,” he said, standing up. “Kelsey didn’t want to eat alone tonight. She’s been stressed. I couldn’t just… leave her.”

“Yeah,” I said, sinking into my seat. “You never leave her.”

He flinched but pretended not to notice.

“Let’s just have a calm night, okay?”

Then he pulled out two things from a small bag.

The first bracelet he pushed it toward me was cheap. Hand-made. Ugly uneven beads, childish colors.

“Kelsey made this,” he said, like it was supposed to mean something. “She said it’s her way of saying thank you… and sorry.”

Kelsey gave me a shy little smile, the kind that wasn't shy at all.

“I made it myself,” she said sweetly. “I know you don’t have many… nice things, so I thought you’d appreciate something heartfelt.”

The insult was so obvious it almost made me laugh.

Then Owen turned to her and clasped a diamond bracelet around her wrist with glittering stones, dripping money, the kind of thing only Kelsey ever got.

“It looks perfect on you,” he murmured to her.

Kelsey lifted her wrist, admiring how the diamonds caught the light.

“It’s beautiful, Owen. Really. You always know exactly what I like.”

I set the cheap bracelet back on the table.

“I don’t want this.”

Owen's smile twitched. “Laura—”

“I said I don’t want it.”

He sighed, annoyed, then tried to act like everything was normal.

Asked about my health.

Asked if the house was fine.

Small, empty questions.

I answered with one-word replies.

Meanwhile, Kelsey kept talking about their childhood how Owen used to sneak into her yard, how they used to play piano together, how close they used to be. Every story was just another knife she shoved into my ribs, and she knew it.

I stayed quiet.

Owen watched me every now and then, waiting for a reaction, hoping I’d look hurt so he could feel important. I didn’t give him anything.

Then… I smelled it.

Gas.

Before I could say a word—

BOOM.

The whole restaurant exploded.

Glass shattered. The floor shook. Flames roared up the walls.

I was thrown across the room, hitting the ground so hard everything spun.

“Owen!” I screamed. “Please—help me!”

Through the smoke, he stood frozen for a second.

Then Kelsey grabbed him, screaming dramatically,

“Owen! I can’t move! The babies! Please, help me!”

She wasn’t hurt. Not even a scratch.

Her acting was so perfect it made me sick.

I reached out for him, coughing, barely able to breathe.

“Owen… please…”

He looked between us. Between me half-buried under debris and Kelsey pretending to sob.

Then something cold settled over his face.

“I’ll come back for you!” he shouted at me.

But he didn’t run toward me.

He ran straight out the door carrying Kelsey.

The fire crackled louder. Heat wrapped around me like a burning cage. My legs were pinned and I couldn’t move. My lungs fought for air.

So this is it?

This is how he leaves me.

This is how he finally kills me without touching me.