Between her and Janetta, he would always choose Janetta.
Helena collapsed onto the sofa, feeling as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her bones.
She rested her hand on her stomach. It was the only thing keeping her grounded.
After a long time, she finally opened her laptop.
She printed out the divorce papers she had drafted, signing her name at the bottom.
Carefully, she slipped them into a manila envelope.
Tomorrow, she would mail them to him.
This marriage had reached its bitter end. She was simply too tired to fight anymore.
...
By 10:00 PM, the pregnancy fatigue hit her hard.
She went to bed early.
In the middle of a deep, foggy sleep, her phone rang. It was the hospital.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Hayes? Your husband has been in a car accident. We need you to come to the hospital immediately," the nurse stated clinically.
The words jolted her completely awake.
"Sebastian was in an accident?" she repeated instinctively. "I'll be right there."
She hung up, threw on some clothes in a panic, and hailed a cab to the hospital.
Her chest was tight with anxiety and an undeniable ache.
She had never imagined receiving a call like this.
Seven years of marriage. No matter how fractured things were, he was still the man she had loved the most.
Even as she sat in the back of the cab, her mind was a blur of shock.
Memories of the last seven years flashed before her eyes.
He had always been so cold to her.
Their only real connection was between the sheets.
It had always been her giving everything, while he barely noticed.
And yet, she had clung to him for seven long years.
Her best friend, Sophia Zane, always told her she was a lovesick fool, blinded by a toxic obsession to be this devoted.

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