Dani's POV
I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe it at all. She was saying all sorts of nonsense.
However, as soon as I walked into the sitting room, I was shocked to see Raul already there
with them. He had a smile, and even kissed Camilla in the lips while Zack watched them
lovingly.
As soon as he pulled away from the kiss, Raul seemed to sense my presence, so he turned
towards where I was, causing their gazes to follow his. Every eye in the room was fixed on me
now, but I had so many questions.
"So you're telling me Camilla is your lover?" My voice was shaky, but I tried to make it as firm as
possible. I didn't want to sound weak.
"Lover?" he scoffed, "She's the woman I plan to marry right after you sign the divorce papers."
My heart skipped a beat once he said that, and I was still trying to understand everything. Was
he actually trying to confirm everything that she said?
I had so many questions, but none seemed to want to be answered at this point. I blinked twice,
and watched how he stared at me with hate.
"Divorce?" When it finally sank in, I asked with my heart racing. My blue eyes stared right into
his blue ones as well.
"You heard me right. Look, you were such a sweet soul for saving my son, but you can't be a
wife. I mean, look at the way you are seated right now. You have nothing to offer, and you seem
a bit tired of everything, so I'm letting you go."
"Tired?" I mouthed his words, trying to fight back tears. "Have I ever complained to you? I have
loved you justly, but you, you went behind my back, and loved my best friend who abandoned
me the moment I needed her the most only to show up a few years later to snatch my husband!"
He immediately spoke up. "Correction, ex-husband, because you're going to sign the divorce
papers today."
I sighed. However, upon my eyes clashing with that of Zack, I felt I had a little hope. A reason to
stay, something to fight for."
I turned towards Zack, and smiled. "Zack, would you like mummy to stay?"
As soon as I asked that question, both Camilla, and Raul laughed.
"You think a small boy's decision would affect mine? You have got to be kidding me, but here's
one free tip for you. How about I ask him myself to ensure everything goes well." he explained,
looking at me before turning his gaze to Zack.
The determination on his face to prove me wrong was so much that I fret, but I decided to have
faith in him. For some reason, I felt Zack was going to disappoint them.
"Zack. Who do you like better?" Raul started, and then continued. "Do you like Camilla better, or
mummy?"
Zack paused, he seemed to be in thought, but it wasn't up to a second because my ears blared.
"Aunt Camilla…" he yelled, and I felt my heart shatter into a million bits.
Tears gathered in my eyes, and I watched how Raul's face formed into a smirk. He stared at me
showing me that he had won, and I was nothing but a piece of shit.
I sighed. I guess there was literally no point. No need for all these to be happening. It was all my
fault I was the one who agreed to marry a man I had just met.
"Here's the divorce papers…" I was handed the papers, and immediately felt my heart
shattered. This wasn't the way I was expecting things to turn out.
I knew there were a lot of reasons why I wanted to be alone right now, and I didn't know how
else to make things work out. I had been the best I could. Since he couldn't see it, I guess it was
best to sign it. I took the document, and searched the file for the pen that was kept there.
Once I had gotten it, I raised my head to look at him, hoping he would say it was all a joke, but
my hope was shattered when he didn't spare me a glance.
Without hesitation, I wrote my signature, and as soon as I did, Camilla threw her arms over him.
"Yes, finally…" Camilla laughed, but Raul pulled away from her after the little celebration.
"You have one week to vacate, staying here longer than that would only get you arrested. You
hear me?!" He sounded it to my hearing before walking away with Camilla, and Zack.
I was extremely sad. Tears gathered in my eyes, and I was forced to sob silently. The pain was
too much to bear.
"You have to leave in a week," I heard his words echoing in my mind, and I sighed. It wasn't just
about leaving. The problem was where and how? I was completely broke, having not a single
penny to leave the house I was in.
In a week, I had sold the condo I bought for my late mother. I didn't want to because It was the
only thing I had left to remind me of her after she was run over by a car, but I needed the money,
and having no choice, I sold it, and bought plane tickets to fly to another country. My luggages
were packed, and even when I wasn't ready to leave, I knew my time was up.
My transit started at night, and by the early morning hours, I arrived at my destination. However,
as I crossed the road, the headlight from an upcoming vehicle flashed my eyes. I closed them
sharply as a means to protect my eyes, but before I could register in my head that it was a car
coming, I was knocked off my wheelchair, everything instantly turning dark.