Isadora's POV
"She's carrying my child."
His words felt like a bucket of cold water was emptied on my face, twisting my heart apart.
My brows knitted as the realisation hits me like a sledgehammer. This wasn't their first time. They have been betraying me for a while now. Those times that he professed love to me. Those times that he whispered promises to my ears as we made love. Everything was just a lie.
"Since when have…." My voice broke, pressing my hands to my face wishing that everything was just a nightmare. "Since when has this been going on?"
"A year ago. And she already did what you failed to do for three years," he said, his voice brimming with pride and smirking.
This bastard. He's been cheating all this time while I was busy finding a way to bear him a child. While I was looking for a way he could get cured. He is not the father of that child. Isabella must have been sleeping with another man, got pregnant and pin him down with it.
"You're very stupid, Nico. Do you think you're…."
The words caught in my throat. I decided it was best to let him suffer by making him raise another man's child. Yes… that would be the best punishment for him.
"You know what? I'm divorcing you asshole." I said, through gritted teeth.
"Of course." He moved towards a drawer, slip it open and retrieve a brown envelope. "I already prepared it. Isabella and I would get married and start a family with our child."
My gaze shifted towards Isabella and she wore a big smile, her hands rubbing her still flat stomach.
"I will invite you to our wedding. I can make you the chief bridesmaids if you want," she purred, her tone sickening sweet.
"Go to hell. Karma would catch up with you two someday."
I snatched the envelope from him. I opened it and took out the divorce paper. The bastard has been so eager to end things with me that he even had a pen inside the envelope already. I inscribed my signature legibly under my name and threw it at him
"I will tell our parents about this," I spat. "I will make sure to let them know just how sneaky you are."
Sharp and mocking laughter erupted from them, echoing through the room.
"Well… they already know," she said, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"What?" I shook my head slowly. "No…" I whispered.
"In fact, they already gave us their blessings," she added, every word ripping my heart apart.
I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out. My parents were in on this too?
Nico stepped forward. "Get out of my house this minute…."
With my shoulders slumped, I made my way towards my closet and started throwing out my clothes with fresh set of tears streaming down my face.
My parents…..
Minutes later, I finished packing and wheeled my box behind me as I made my way out of the room.
"Bye, sister. I will make sure to send you the wedding invitation card."
I didn't look back at them.
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Inside my penthouse, I sat at the edge of the bed, my mind still spinning. How did he manage to deceive me for the past one year I didn't find out. How come Isabella has hated me for years, yet I never knew it.
Oh… I'm such a fool.
I forced back the tears threatening to spill. I won't cry because of them anymore. They are not worth it.
My phone beeped. Opening it, it was a message from my parents, apologising that the reason they had to agree to Isabella and Nico's marriage was because she's already pregnant and they didn't want her to bring shame to them by having a child out of wedlock.
I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth as anger pulsed through mr. I wanted to smash my phone on the wall, but a news notification caught my attention.
'Young billionaire CEO, Nico Sterling, divorce his wife due to Infedility allegations.'
What? I quickly clicked on the news. And there he was.
Nico Sterling speaking into a microphone with Isabella by his side. It was a press conference saying that he divorced me months ago because I was cheating on him.
"That bastard," I screamed. "They haven't done enough, have they?"
My stomach turned as Isabella dabbed fake tears from Nico's cheeks with a silk napkin. I wanted to reach through the screen and rip them apart. He told them he loves me and did everything to save our marriage but I was a chronic cheater. Even Isabella attested to it. She said I was beyond saving because I could fuck anything as long as it has a pulse.
Fuck!
Then he announced his marriage to Isabella saying that she was by his side through it all and in the process, they fell in love.
The press conference has more than a million views, a thousand shares and over five hundred comments.
I clicked on the comments.
'I have always hated Isadora and knew that she was a sneaky bitch.'
'She isn't even that beautiful. Isabella is prettier and would definitely make a good wife.'
'Our prince charming deserves better than that whore.'
Every comments were singing their praises and nailing me to the cross.
Everyone believes them even without asking for evidence that I cheated. But then he was one of the most loved and famous men in Las Vegas plus my sister's testimonial, so it was expected.
And nothing I say would make anyone believe me. As much as I was tempted to reveal the truth behind about his medical condition and Isabella's pregnancy, I knew it would be fun if he found out later in the future.
I checked under my social media and the hate comments there was just too much for me to bear. I disabled the account and hurled my phone on the wall, the smashing sound echoing in the room.
"I swear they will suffer. I will destroy them all," I growled.
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It been one month since I have been alone. It been one month since I cut ties with everyone I know. My parents never stop calling. They even came to the penthouse twice, but I never granted them access to come in.
The hate comments on social media has died down but even now, the memory of those hateful words clung to me like smoke I couldn't wash off. I haven't even summon the courage to step out since then.
Isabella and Nico have gotten married. While I remain here, drowning myself in alcohol and pills to be able to sleep every night.
But today, I know I needed to pull myself together. It's okay to fall, and fail. But what is not okay is remaining defeated.
I planned to return to work next week at my father's jewelry company, where I held the position of senior designer.
Love. Marriage. I know they are not for me anymore, but children. I love children and hoped to have one someday. I guess I would never have one since I no longer want any man in my life...
My fingers tightened around my glass of wine as a thought dropped in my mind.
The doctor's words echoed through…. "The only solution is to get a sperm donor."
The IVF.