The warmth of the baby in my arms, that faint milky scent… it made my whole body tense. In the very next second, the baby slipped from my grasp and hit the floor with a sickening thud, wailing with a piercing, heart–wrenching cry.
In the chaos of that scream, Samuel burst into the room and shoved me aside.
I stumbled backward, stunned, as he rushed to scoop the baby up with shaking hands, his face twisted with worry. Then he looked at me, his eyes were dark, conflicted, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. That look said it all.
Nell stood nearby, crying. “Mr. Stone, I just wanted her to hold the baby… I didn’t know she
Samuel cut in coldly. “Ally, Nell’s being discharged tomorrow. If you can’t accept the children, maybe it’s best you move to the West Hill villa for now.”
I bit down so hard on my lip that I tasted blood.
I hadn’t brought much back from my retreat, just a suitcase’s worth. Now, it was even easier to pack up again.
That night, I sat alone in the empty villa, staring at nothing as darkness gave way to morning.
Maybe it was better this way. At least I didn’t have to watch them play happy family
anymore.
The memories came flooding back like a storm.
Samuel and I had known each other since childhood. We’d been married for eight years- everyone called us the perfect couple.
Then came that night. He’d been drugged by a business rival. Woke up next to a college girl. The moment he came to, he called me–his voice shaking, almost incoherent.
“Ally, I was drugged! I messed up! B–but I gave her money! She won’t make a scene!”
I believed him then.
But not long after, this Nell Barnes woman came back. She said her parents had died in a car crash. She went to see Samuel, who was drunk after a business dinner.
It happened again.
The first time was a mistake. What was the second?
Then came the earthquake. Samuel was on a trip down south when the hotel collapsed. It was Nell–pregnant Nell–who clawed through the rubble with her bare hands to save him.
After that, with her carrying his children and saving his life… he couldn’t shake her.
I still remembered how he knelt in front of me, sobbing uncontrollably. I gave him two choices.
“Samuel. Either we divorce, or she leaves for good.”
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Samuel, Either we aivorce, or she leaves for good,
“I won’t divorce you!” he cried, eyes red, clutching at me. “But I have to take responsibility. He wouldn’t divorce me and he wouldn’t let Nell go either.
So I left.
I went to the Mountains to retreat in solitude. I stayed away until Nell gave birth. Only then did Ben and Miriam demanded I return.
That night, I sat alone in the dark. I pulled out my phone and finally sent the message I should’ve sent long ago.
“Let’s get a divorce.”
Not ten minutes later, the front door flew open with a loud clatter.
Samuel rushed in, sweat still glistening on his forehead. “Ally! No! I won’t agree to a divorce!”
I sat quietly on the couch, exhaling a long, tired breath: “Let it go, Samuel. I’m done.”
“I told you–she’d never come between us!” he stammered, his voice trembling.
Just then, his phone rang.
Through the speaker, Nell’s voice came sobbing. “Mr. Stone! The baby’s burning up with fever after the fall… The doctor says he might need the ICU!”
Samuel’s expression changed in an instant.
He looked at me… then at the phone. Then, with obvious struggle, he finally said, “Ally, I… I have to go check on the baby.”
I watched Samuel eager to leave. Suddenly, I laughed.
This was my marriage. Even divorce had to wait–because someone else’s child came first.
I curved my lips into a bitter smile. “Go. The baby needs you.”
The breeze from the door as he left brushed across my cheek, as if he’d never even been there.
I sat alone in the silence, tears sliding down my face with no sound at all.
I knew deep down, he might never marry Nell. But he’d always go back to her. This time wasn’t going to be the last for that.
So, if I didn’t end this now… How long could I keep living like this?
A year? A lifetime?
