Her Rejected

The Beginni

an ever. The weight of the evening pressed down on her like a suffocating cloak. Her husband, Ethan Brooks, sat at the head of the tab

it was worse-far worse. Every sideways glance from the Brooks family felt like a dagger

e drinks?" Anna's voice cut through the roo

g at Ethan, hoping for a word of defense. But he didn't even look her w

day-knocked down by a car as she ran from the same house, overwhelmed by the hurt and rejection that had become routine. Yet her

ld Ethan yet. She had hoped, against her better judgment, that the news might change something. That telling him abo

than and Anna, who continued to flirt shamelessly. Anna's hand brushed his arm, and he

y her side. This couldn'

" Anna said, her lips curving in a

ck, the pain inside her chest twisting tighter. This wasn't the life she imagined when she married Ethan. She had loved him-truly loved him-and all she ever want

a was laughing again, a mocking sound that grated on Re

o bed," Reina mutter

ked a brow. "But the night i

llway, but just as she reached the door

ei

oment, hope flickered. Maybe, just maybe, he w

is eyes but contempt. "Don't come back down," he

e left the room, her mind racing. How had she

day finally caught up with her. She was done being treated like

cy test she had taken earlier that day. She stared at the two pink lines, feeling a mixture o

. She had tried so hard for so long. But it was time to stop tryin

e, this marriage, any longer. Ethan Brooks had made it clear that she wasn't

ilent promise to herself: No more waiting. No more ho