Daisy’s POV
“A divorce?” He repeated like I had just gone crazy.
I tried walking past them but he stopped me, “What do you mean by divorce?” He said.
For some reason, I could tell he was very angry, which I had no idea why he would be. He should be happy that I asked for a divorce.
“You heard me right, a divorce…” Selena interrupted me by wincing which made him focus his attention in her again.
Tears swelled up my eyes, goshhh, this scumbag and his mistress makes me want to puke.
“You guys sucks!” I brushed pass them without looking back, going back home. When I got home, the emptiness of the house hit me.
The room was silent, too silent, and my thoughts kept circling back to him Brian. Every moment, every effort, every sacrifice I had made over the years felt like it meant nothing now.
I had twisted myself into knots, trying to be what he wanted. A good wife. A loving partner. But nothing I ever did could compete with Selena, the ghost that had haunted our marriage from the start.
How many nights had I stayed up, waiting for him to come home, only to hear his excuses? How many times had I swallowed my pride, hoping that one day he’d look at me the way he used to look and talk about her?
I sighed, rubbing my temples as the reality of it all settled deeper into my chest.
Everything felt off, and I started feeling unwell almost immediately. A sharp pain twisted in my stomach, and I stumbled toward the bathroom.
“Not again,” I whispered, clutching the sink for support.
I threw up violently, blood spilling from my mouth as the room spun around me. My knees gave out, and the last thing I remembered was the cold tile floor pressing against my cheek as everything went black.
When I woke up, I was in my room, still in the same clothes I had worn to the hospital. The dried blood on my shirt made my stomach churn, and I felt weak and shaky. How did I get here?
I pushed myself off the bed, wincing at the ache in my body. The faint smell of food scent through the air. I walked to the door, holding onto the wall for support, and made my way downstairs.
In the kitchen, the sight stopped me abruptly.
Brian was there, chopping vegetables, and Selena was standing beside him, stirring something in a pot. They looked so at ease, like they belonged there, like I was the stranger in my own home.
Selena was the first to notice me. Her smile was bright, almost smug. “Well, look who’s awake,” she said, nudging Brian lightly.
He turned, his expression unreadable. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but distant.
I ignored them both, walking to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. I wasn’t in the mood for his fake concern or her smug little smirks.
“Daisy,” He said, stepping toward me. “You don’t look good. Are you sure”
“I’m fine,” I cut him off, brushing past him.
“Daisy, stop,” he said, his tone sharpening as he followed me out of the kitchen.
I didn’t stop. I headed straight back to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. Of course, he wasn’t far behind.
“Daisy, what the hell is going on?” he demanded. “You can’t keep ignoring me. You owe me an explanation...”
“Do you know what my explanation is to you? A divorce.” I shout at him, I was exhausted and seeing him wasn’t helping me at all.
“This sucks! Everything about us was wrong, this, this marriage was wrong. Why are you not happy I asked for a divorce? Isn’t that what you always wanted?” I stared deep into his eyes as my tears fell down.
The pain hit me again in my stomach but I wasn’t bother, I just stood and stared at him, “Brian, can you come for some minutes.” Selena’s tiny voice sounded.
I scoffed at how he panicked and was already going towards the door, he stopped halfway. “I won’t divorce you and even if the divorce will come then it’s coming from me.” He said firmly before going out.
I fell on the floor, my tears pouring out as I cried, I just wanted a happy family, was that really too hard to ask for? Does he really think I’m not more than this or he just hated me?
After some minutes, I stood up and cleaned my eyes. I went into the bathroom and used water to rinse my face taking a mouth to stare at myself in the mirror inside.
I was looking rather miserable myself so who am I to call someone else miserable. I used towel to wipe off my face before proceeding to the door.
As I stepped toward the door, Selena appeared, blocking my path.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice tired.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as her hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck and pinning me against the wall.
“When are you going to give up, Daisy?” she hissed, her face inches from mine. “When will you admit that you’re a loser? Brian doesn’t want you. He has never wanted you.”
I struggled against her grip, my breath coming in short gasps. “Let me go, Selena.”
She laughed, low and cruel. “You’re pathetic. Clinging to a man who doesn’t even look at you the way he looks at me. You think you can win? You’re nothing compared to me.”
Her words stung, each one like a dagger to my chest. But I refused to let her see me break.
“Let Me Go,” I said again, my voice shaking.
She smirked, her grip tightening for a moment before she finally released me. I stumbled back, gasping for air, my heart racing.
“Stay out of my way, Daisy,” she said coldly. “Or next time, I won’t be so nice.” Her words sounded in my ears.
Her smirk deepened as she saw the defeat on my face. I stood there, staring at her, and for a moment, the weight of it all was unbearable.
The humiliation, the betrayal, the years of trying to hold onto a man who was never really mine.
And then I laughed.
It wasn’t a soft laugh or a nervous one, it burst out of me like a dam breaking, sharp and bitter. She blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but then her expression twisted into something even more mischievous.
“If you want Brian so desperately, Selena,” I said through the laughter, “why don’t you just go for it?”
“Why don’t you make him agree to the divorce without hesitating? Do you think I want this? Him?”
She tilted her head, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Oh, Daisy, you’re finally starting to understand. That’s good. But you’re still so clueless.”
She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Brian is already mine. He always has been. And soon, you’ll be out of the picture completely.” She paused.
“Don’t worry, though. I’m grateful your baby didn’t make it. That would’ve just been inconvenient.” She clicked her tongue and palmed her lips together like a habit.
Her words hit me like a slap, and my laughter died in my throat. My chest ached, could it be she was the one who sent the messsage? No, not possible without Brian’s permission.
“You’re evil,” I whispered, my voice shaking, for someone, a lady to use my own pain against me because of a man.
She laughed, loud and mocking. “No, Daisy, I’m just better at playing this game than you are. You’ve already lost, and deep down, you know it.”
I pushed her out of the way and went straight to the kitchen towards Brian. I paused when I saw him setting the dining table deligently.
Something he wouldn’t have done if Selena wasn’t here, “Brian.” My voice came out softer than I could imagine.
He looked back and when he saw me, his emotions was changing a bit. “Let me help.” I finally decided to say something to ease the silence between us.
“You need to rest, you don’t have to worry about this.” I was about to respond when Selena came downstairs, she was holding something like a document in her hand.
She had a smug look on her face with a plastered smile that made me doubt her coming, could it be she came for another trouble?
The document was looking familiar and I couldn’t tell where I had seen it, “Brian, you dropped this earlier.” She said and pretended she wanted to hand the document over to him but tripped, the document falling on my feet while Brian caught her preventing her from falling.
I slowly bend down slowly and took the document, the name on it getting clearer and clearer, “DIVORCE AGREEMENT.”