Unwillingly, once again, because of that man, tears fell from my eyes. "I have cried a lot because of that man; now I am going to go to him only with the divorce papers." Roslyn, a young woman who has been trapped in a loveless and emotionally abusive marriage with Alexander, reaches her breaking point when his cruel words and actions finally push her to take a stand. With tears streaming down her face, she declares that she's had enough and decides to confront him-but this time, she's not going to beg for his love or attention. Instead, she's going to serve him with divorce papers, marking the end of their toxic relationship. As she prepares for the confrontation, Roslyn gathers her thoughts and emotions, steeling herself for Alexander's potential reactions. She knows that he may try to manipulate or control her, but she's determined to stand firm and take back control of her life. When the moment of truth arrives, Roslyn meets Alexander with a sense of calm and determination. She serves him with the divorce papers, and his reaction is a mix of shock, anger, and regret. But Roslyn stands firm, refusing to be swayed by his emotions. In the aftermath of the confrontation, Roslyn deals with the emotional fallout, processing her feelings and coming to terms with the end of her marriage. She begins to focus on self-care and self-discovery, learning to let go of the past and embrace her newfound freedom. As she journeys towards healing and empowerment, Roslyn discovers a sense of strength and confidence she never knew she had. She realizes that she deserves better than a loveless marriage and starts to build a new life, free from the toxic influence of her ex-husband. With a renewed sense of purpose, Roslyn closes the chapter on her past and looks towards a brighter, more hopeful future.
I entered our shared bedroom, couldn't help but feel emptiness. I had just finished preparing breakfast for Alexander's family, a task that had become daily routine for me. But despite my efforts, I couldn't shake off feeling that I didn't belong here. They never considered me part of their family, and house felt more like prison than home.
My mind wandered back to my childhood, when my grandfather had raised me with love and care. I had been orphan, but he had been my rock, my confidant. And now, he was gone. I still missed him dearly.
Promise he had made to Alexander's grandfather haunted me still. Promise that had led me to this place, to this marriage, to this life. I had tried to make best of it, I really had. I had fallen in love with Alexander day I married him, but it seemed he didn't feel same way.
Three years had passed since our wedding day, and yet, there was no marital relationship between us. No love, no affection, no nothing. He was always cold towards me, never appreciating my efforts, never standing up for me when his family insulted me. And they did, often. His mother, his aunt, his cousin Lylah - they all made sure I knew I wasn't welcome here.
I felt my love for Alexander fading away, replaced by deep-seated desire to escape. To leave this place, to leave them, and start anew. I was tired of being humiliated, tired of being ignored, tired of being alone.
I looked at Alexander, sleeping peacefully beside me. He had come home late last night, reeking of alcohol. Jimin and I had barely managed to get him to bed. I wanted to let him sleep, but I knew he had important meeting today. So I gently shook him, trying to rouse him from his slumber.
"Alexander...Alexander..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. But he just rolled over, unmoving. I sighed, feeling pang of frustration. Why couldn't he see me? Why couldn't he love me? I was Roslyn, his wife, his partner. But to him, I was just mere inconvenience.
I stood before him; his gaze met mine, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Coldness in his eyes was a familiar sight, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I stepped back, my heart sinking, and whispered, "You're late for your meeting."
He groggily looked at the time and, without uttering a word, got up and strode towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that my presence was nothing more than an inconvenience to him.
I descended the stairs, my heart heavy with the knowledge that I would have to face the rest of the family. They were already seated at the breakfast table, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of disdain and annoyance.
Lylah, Alexander's cousin, was the first to speak, her voice dripping with venom. "Where were you till now? Are you the head lady of this house, for whom we have to wait? How long have I been waiting?"
Catherine, Alexander's mother, chimed in, "Calm down, my daughter. Roslyn, serve the breakfast. We're hungry."
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Ma'am."
I began to serve the breakfast and caught sight of Alexander descending the stairs, looking every bit the handsome and put-together man that he was. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met, and for a moment, I forgot about the coldness that had grown between us.
But the moment was short-lived, with Aunt Melicia's shrill voice cutting through the air. "Hey, where is your attention? You spilled coffee all over the table. You know Alexander doesn't like a messy table."
I felt my face flush with embarrassment and apologized, "Sorry, Aunt Melicia. I'll clean it up."
I bent down to clean the mess, stealing glances at Alexander, who was now seated at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on some distant point, his expression unreadable. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that I would never be able to reach him or touch his heart.
Aunt Melicia's voice cut through the air, her words dripping with venom. "No need; just go away from here. I don't want to see this miserable face of yours." I felt a sting from her words, but it wasn't just the insult that hurt. It was the fact that my husband, Alexander, sat silently, his expression unreadable, his eyes fixed on some distant point. He didn't flinch, didn't react, and didn't defend me. It was as if I was invisible, insignificant.
I endured the humiliation, my heart heavy with sorrow. I served food to my husband, my hands shaking slightly as I placed the plate in front of him. He didn't even acknowledge me, his eyes never leaving the distant point he seemed so fixated on.
Lylah, Alexander's cousin, spoke up next, her voice shrill and demanding. "Hey, where is my tea? Bring it quickly!" I felt a surge of resentment, but I pushed it down, my eyes cast downward. I knew better than to defy them.
I hurried to the kitchen, my feet moving swiftly as I tried to escape the toxic atmosphere. But even in the kitchen, I couldn't escape the pitying glances of the servants. They knew my situation and knew how I was treated like a doormat by Alexander's family. I felt a pang of shame, knowing that even they felt sorry for me.
I approached Lylah with the steaming cup of tea; I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. She was known for her cruel behavior, and I had already endured so much humiliation at her hands. But I had no idea that she had something even more sinister in store for me.
Just as I was about to hand her the cup, she deliberately moved her leg towards me, causing me to lose my balance. I bent forward, desperately trying to regain my footing, but it was too late. The cup fell from my hand, and the scalding hot tea splashed everywhere, including onto my own hand.
But to my horror, Lylah started screaming, clutching her hand as if she had been severely burned. "Oh my God, my hand!" she wailed, her voice echoing through the room.
Aunt Melicia rushed to her side, her face twisted in fake concern. "Oh no, look what this wretched girl has done! She's burned my daughter's hand!"
I stood there, my own hand throbbing in pain, and watched in disbelief as the scene unfolded before me. Alexander's mother joined in, her voice shrill with accusation. "Roslyn, what's all this? We know you're jealous of Lylah, but that doesn't mean you'll hurt her in front of us. Apologize!"
I felt a surge of indignation. "Apologize? But I haven't done anything! She deliberately moved her foot towards me so that I would fall."
Aunt Melicia's face turned beet red with rage, her eyes bulging with venom. "Look at this wretched, insolent creature! She's a walking disaster, a clumsy oaf who can't even serve tea without causing chaos! And then she has the audacity to blame my innocent daughter? You're a despicable, good-for-nothing girl, Roslyn! A complete and utter failure as a wife and a member of this family!"
Her words cut deep, each one a razor-sharp slash to my already battered soul. I felt my eyes sting with tears, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
Alexander's mother joined in, her voice dripping with malice. "Yes, Roslyn, you're a constant embarrassment to us. Your carelessness and stupidity know no bounds. You're a burden to this family, a weight that we're forced to carry."
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces; the pain and humiliation were almost too much to bear. But still, I stood tall, my eyes locked on Aunt Melicia's twisted face. I wouldn't back down; I wouldn't apologize for something that wasn't my fault. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of breaking me completely.
"I have not committed any mistake for which I should apologize to this girl,"
The words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down by the woman who was supposed to be my mother-in-law. "How dare you?" she spat, her voice venomous.
My husband, Alexander, stood up, his eyes blazing with anger. "Apologize to Lylah," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
I felt a surge of fear, but I stood my ground. "It's not my fault, so I won't apologize," I said, my voice shaking but resolute.
Alexander took a step closer to me, his face twisted in rage. "Apologize," he repeated, his voice rising.
I shook my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "No," I whispered.
And then, in a flash of movement, his hand connected with my cheek. The slap sent shockwaves through my entire body, leaving a stinging sensation that seemed to sear my skin.
I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me, followed by a deep sadness. My husband, the man I loved, had hit me. In front of his family.
Tears streamed down my face as I realized the truth. I was alone. I was trapped in a living nightmare, with no escape from the cruelty that surrounded me. My husband didn't believe me, didn't trust me. He had chosen his family over me, and I was left to face the consequences.
The room seemed to spin around me, and I felt myself falling, falling into a deep abyss of despair. I was lost, alone, and utterly broken.
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Chapter 1 Apologize!
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Chapter 2 I want divorce, Mr. Alexander Valtor
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Chapter 3 An Old Friend
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Chapter 4 She'd actually leave me
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Chapter 5 The Vows
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Chapter 6 You need to control your anger, Alexander
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Chapter 7 Consequences of your actions
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Chapter 8 She's changed
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Chapter 9 She's a gold digger
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Chapter 10 We've signed the divorce agreement
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Chapter 11 Does this woman really hate me so much
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Chapter 12 Tell me you want this
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Chapter 13 I object
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Chapter 14 She's still so beautiful
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Chapter 15 I am not part of your family
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Chapter 16 Summon a servant, why bother us
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Chapter 17 Alexander's change of heart
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Chapter 18 I won't let her slip away again
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Chapter 19 Enough!
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Chapter 20 Bubble gun
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Chapter 21 How can someone be so adorable
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Chapter 22 Club
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Chapter 23 My star
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Chapter 24 I want to build a home for Roselyn
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Chapter 25 Welcome home, Roselyn
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Chapter 26 You're everything to me, Roselyn
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Chapter 27 We're over. Move on
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Chapter 28 Born ready
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Chapter 29 Business Trip
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Chapter 30 I'm his wife
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Chapter 31 He only cares about himself
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Chapter 32 The News
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Chapter 33 Grandpa
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Chapter 34 My heart, once full of hope and joy, now lies in tatters
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Chapter 35 she'll probably be celebrating behind closed doors
02/12/2024
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