"I'm pregnant for Nick."
Mia's words fell like shards of glass, each one cutting into Elena's chest. For a moment, Elena thought she had misheard. Her gaze darted to Nicholas, her husband, silently begging for denial, for some sign this was a cruel joke.
"What… what are you saying?" she forced out with a shaky laugh, clinging to the hope that this wasn't real.
But Mia only sighed and reached for Nicholas, dragging him from Elena's side to her own. With shameless boldness, she pressed herself to him and said it again, slower, deadlier.
"I said I'm carrying his child. His heir. Something you have failed to give him."
The words hollowed Elena from the inside out. Her breath hitched. Her knees buckled. Her heart hammered so loud it drowned everything else. And still—Nicholas said nothing. No denial. No apology. Just silence.
"You're insane!" Elena gasped, turning on Mia. "You're my best friend! How can you—how could you be pregnant with my husband's child?" She lunged, seizing Mia's arm with trembling hands.
Mia tried to push her away, but another grip, stronger yanked Elena back.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill my grandson?"Sarah, her mother-in-law yelled angrily.
She moved to Mia and cuddled her in her arms, and Elena watched the scene, her eyes glassy and her chest rise and fell at the same time. Confusion and disbelief hit her at the same time.
"Mum?" she called Sarah. But she hissed annoyingly at her.
After getting married to Nicholas six months after dating, Sarah has treated so well, like her daughter. Elena was shocked now to see her coaxing Mia and disdaining her.
Does that mean she was aware that the two were cheating on her? She thought and moved closer as she clenched her fists.
"Is this the reason why you asked for a divorce?" Elena turned to Nicholas, who looked cowardly away, not daring to look her in the eyes.
When Mia saw that he wouldn't reply, she took it upon herself to respond instead. "If not? Are you going to let me have my baby out of wedlock?" she asked in a demanding tone.
Elena's head snapped angrily at her. She was her friend but slept with her husband and yet has no shame. She moved closer to Mia but Nicholas quickly stepped in front of her.
This made her chuckle, her face contorted in pain that aches in her heart. By now, the tears fell in a rush down Elena's cheeks. She has been worried ever since Nicholas asked her for a divorce after eighteen months of marriage.
She thought she must have done something wrong and even went on her kneels to plead to him, even calling her mother-in-law to help.
But it turned out the three of them already had a different plan for her. How could they do this to her? She has loved them dearly, caring for all these years.
"Fine"Elena forced out, wiping her tears. "I'll sign the papers" she resorted.
This was useless to fight anyway. She grabbed the papers on the table and pick a pen.
"You also need to move out" Mia said, snatching the paper from her hands as son as she signed them.
"This is my house!" Elena stated firmly.
She has inherit her parent's riches after death including the mansion. And a very large sum of money that she invested in the Rodriguez family business.
"Did you forget? You signed it over to me as our wedding gift" Nicholas reminded.
Elena widened her eyes at him, 'he can't seriously want to take over her home after what he did' she thought.
"I'm sorry, but it's ours now" Mia told her, crossing her arms proudly.
Elena stared shell-shocked, she can't believe that she was getting chased out of her own home with nothing.
In a twinkle of an eye, she was pushed out of the house with her two luggages thrown to her. Elena managed not to fall but turned back and barged at the gate.
She yelled Nicholas's name, pleading, tears flooding her face again. But no one responded to her.
The sky thundered and rain started to fall soon. It quickly drenched her from head to toe and she cried out more, banging her hands against the gate and begging.
"Please..." her voice trailed off after a while, she slowly fell to her kneels, still grasping the bars and crying out louder in the rain.
…
Elena entered the club, staggering a little. She sat down and ordered a tequila, drowning it down the second it was given to her.
The liquid burnt her throat but she asked for one more. Right now, her life felt over. She lost her home and everything else.
She was all alone, betrayed by everyone she called family. Sitting alone, she looked like a weak, feeble girl, drowning in her grief.
Since there was nothing left for now, Elena decided to drink herself to stupor until she could no longer feel the heartache.
But as she drank two more glass of tequila, she became drunk and stood up to go to the restroom.
Rather than go to the restroom, she headed outside instead, completely out of her senses. She has barely made it out when she collided with someone so hard that she almost fell.
His strong arms grabbed her and she was pulled into his hands. Elena hiccup in her drunken state and slowly lift her gaze to look at the one holding her.
The first thing Elena noticed was his long lashes, the captivating glacial blue eyes and then his lips. She slowly lick her lips as she stared.
Axel Moretti also stared at the girl in his arms. 'She was drunk' he needed to ditch her and escape before the men chasing after him caught up.
But the girl grabbed his collar suddenly. "Hey, you look so delicious. Like a juicy fried chicken" Elena said with a soft laugh, drunkenly.
Axel tried to pull her grip off but for a weak-looking girl, her firm was quite strong. He looked behind him and saw the men coming.
With no choice, he dragged her with him back inside the club, to a good corner where he could hide himself.
Outside, a man hidden in the shadows made a call.
"She just left the bar," he murmured.
On the other end, Mia's voice was sharp. "Did you arrange it?"
"No. But don't worry," the man replied. "Tomorrow morning, her pictures will be everywhere. The world will see her for what she is."
Mia's lips curved into a cold smile as she swirled her wine. "Perfect. Let them call her a whore and I will be Mrs. Rodriguez. No one will dare call me a mistress."
She ended the call, leaned back in her chair, and let victory wash over her. For three years she had schemed for this moment. Now, Elena had nothing. And she, has it all.