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This chapter contains some disturbing scenes. If you are not a fan, please skip the chapter or just the part where it's all mentioned.
ARIANA
A week later, I was cleared by the hospital. They sent me home with Enzo. Although, I didn't want to go with him. I tried everything I could. But he forced the doctors to release me to him. Anyone can be persuaded, either by lust for money or fear for their lives. Either way, no one else was going to live in hell.
Our wedding anniversary passed while I was in the hospital. On our anniversary night, he came to the hospital, drink and bragging about three women he had just fucked before he showed up.
How generous of him that he wanted to celebrate our anniversary after a month. The mansion was decorated with fresh flowers. He had bought me an expensive dress. It was an off shoulder rose pink ball gown.
He had invited so many people. For him, it was a grand party. “Get the fuck out of my room! I don't want to get ready. Get out!” I screamed at all the beauticians he had hired to get me ready. But of course, they didn't leave just yet. They were paid enough money to put up with my tantrums. I predicted that much already.
But he was forgetting that I was someone who could love and hate with the depths of my soul. I grabbed everything I could get my hands on and started throwing it all on him. I didn't want to hurt anyone but I also wasn't in my right mind. I was a mother who lost her baby over a false accusation and that accusation also took away my hope to become a mother forever.
“Everyone out!” It was Enzo. He ordered everyone to leave. As per his order, they all left.
“What do you want?” He asked, clearly annoyed by my tantrums. Except, they weren't tantrums. I was living postpartum. I was depressed to the point where I wanted him to leave me or I wanted to just die.
“I want you to leave me. I want you to divorce me. I never want to be in the same bed as you. I never want you to touch me. I hate you so much, I can't even bear to see you fucking face in front of me.” I screamed at him on top of my lungs, letting everyone hear my feelings about him.
“Well, then keep on dreaming. I am never gonna divorce you. So this is what you are gonna do. You are gonna get ready. And you are gonna look so beautiful. It's our first wedding anniversary party.” He spoke in a low tone, keeping his distance from me.
As I heard him, I started laughing hysterically. “Wedding anniversary. It was around twenty eight days ago. Can't you remember? You fucked three women who were more beautiful and sexier than I can ever be. And you got to do whatever you wanted to them. Because they didn't throw a tantrum. Remember?” I repeated every single word he spoke to me in his drunken state.
He gritted his teeth. He walked toward me, grabbed me by my arm and pulled me to his chest. He pulled my hair, yanking my head backwards. “My guests have started to arrive at the party. You are not ruining this for me. Get your ass into the bathroom. Get ready and get your ass downstairs, to the party. You only have fifteen minutes to do so.” He growled at me, pulling my hair hard.
After everything he put me through, that man still had the audacity to try and control me. But the moment they tore my baby into shreds as they pulled him out of my belly, I swore at that very moment that it would either be divorce or death for me.
I didn't say anything. I nodded my head and walked inside the bathroom. As he wanted, I bathed properly. I took my time with it, shaving and scrubbing my body. Then I put on the dress and the expensive pink pearl jewellery he had gotten for me. I put on some make up and curled my hair.
Once I was ready, I did something. It was his surprise. I stretched his fifteen minutes to an hour. My rose pink gown was red with my blood. Looking at the clock, I walked out of the room. I was feeling dizzy because I had lost a lot of blood.
When I entered the hall where the party was held, horrified gasps followed me as I walked straight toward Enzo. My parents, I could see them in the corner of my eyes but I didn't care. They abandoned me at the moment I needed them the most.
“What the fuck did you do?” Enzo growled as I almost fell on the ground. But he caught me before I could hit the ground. Monty was busy calling an ambulance.
“Then death it is for me. You will leave me either way. And I will make sure of it.” I replied to him tiredly. I could hear him screaming my name, barking orders at me to stay awake. I just let the darkness engulf me completely. Darkness was acceptable for me but not him. Not anymore.