Chapter 2 Damian Betrayal

"Bianca, He..."

Elena could hardly believe it.

Elena went to Demian's parents' house without knowing Demian and his mother and father-in-law to prove her suspicions.

Upon arrival, Elena listened to their conversation behind the wall separating the living room from the place where they were.

"Dad, Mom, I have good news for you, "Bianca said.

"Good news? What good news do you have, Bianca?" Mr. Wright asked enthusiastically.

"I'm pregnant with Demian's second child," Bianca replied in a spoiled voice.

Elena closed her mouth tightly, trying to hold back tears.

"Really? Are you pregnant again? That's wonderful news! I want a granddaughter as beautiful as her mother," said Mrs Wright, looking very happy.

From their reaction, Elena could conclude that she was the only one who did not know about Demian and Bianca's affair.

"I was right to approve of your relationship. You are indeed the only woman worthy of becoming my daughter-in-law, "Mrs. Wright's voice was heard again.

"You're right, because I'm the only one who can give Demian an heir. But when will I officially become Demian's wife?" Bianca asked, her tone sounding cunning.

"That depends on Demian. He must divorce his wife immediately. Infertile women like Elena are a burden on this family. She is not worth defending, she only brings bad luck to our family," said Mrs Wright scornfully.

Elena stood petrified. Those words broke her heart even more. She didn't expect the woman she thought loved her dearly, like her own daughter, to speak ill of her behind her back.

Tears continued to flow down Elena's cheeks as she left her in-laws' house.

Her steps felt heavy, and her heart ached even more when she remembered every sentence her mother-in-law had spoken.

Elena drove at high speed on the road, going in an uncertain direction, until her car stopped at the cemetery. Without any feeling of fear, she walked down the path leading to the graves of her parents. Upon arriving at the tomb of her parents, Elena collapsed, crying hysterically at the tomb of her parents, along with the heavy rain that began to fall.

The flash, accompanied by lightning, came at the same time. Demian, who was standing and staring at the window, felt anxious.

"Elena, are you okay?" he muttered quietly. 'You must be scared now,' he murmured again.

"Are you thinking about Elena right now, Demian?"

Bianca's voice brought him back from his reverie. Demian did not answer; his eyes focused on the rain pattering down harder and harder, accompanied by flashes of medium-intensity lightning.

Demian's silence made Bianca feel sure what he was saying was true.

"You must be thinking about Elena being afraid of lightning, right? Come on, dear, let's just say Elena is getting used to living on her own. After you guys get divorced, she'll get used to facing her fears, "Bianca assured.

Demian didn't answer. He took a deep breath, trying to justify what Bianca had said.

"Yes, you're right, Bianca," he replied.

Bianca smiled, feeling satisfied. Then she hugged Demian, her slender fingers going into Demian's shirt. The two looked at each other and ended up with a passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, at the cemetery, Elena screamed in fear. She hugged herself. The loud sound of lightning reminded her of the car explosion that killed her parents. The incident several years ago left a deep trauma for Elena, who was the only survivor of the accident.

"Mom, Mom, I'm scared. Don't leave me alone. Dad ... I'm scared."

Elena was delirious.

She slowly opened her eyes and found herself in her room, wrapped in a thick blanket and a heat-reducing compress attached to her forehead.

"Elena, dear, are you awake?"

Elena saw Demian coming with a bowl of warm meat soup on a tray.

Elena was surprised. As she remembered, she was at her parents' gravesite. But now, why was she here?

"The funeral director contacted me last night. He told me about your car parked at the cemetery with the door open." Demian explained as if he understood what Elena was thinking.

That night, Demian and Bianca were making love. Demian's cell phone rang incessantly, forcing Demian to pick it up.

Seeing the name of the funeral director who had contacted him reminded Demian of Elena's grief at missing her parents. Without waiting for Bianca's approval, he went to the funeral home.

Arriving at the cemetery, he saw Elena unconscious and immediately took her home.

Knowing that, Elena did not respond. She was still silent and could only cry.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. I'm here." Demian reached for Elena's hand, holding it gently. He thought Elena was crying because of the fear of lightning last night.

Elena was crying because she remembered Demian's affair and Demian's parents' bad statements about her.

When Demian hugged her, Elena cried even louder, even unconsciously clutching Demian's shoulders when she saw the red mark on Demian's neck.

Elena's long nails pierced Demian's skin but did not make Demian struggle to break free.

After the night incident, Elena went to the hospital the next day. Her goal was discovering the truth about Nathan, the baby she adopted.

He would be proof of Demian's affair with Bianca.

With the help of Liby, her colleague who worked at the hospital where Nathan was adopted, she found the file they were looking for.

"Is this what you're looking for, Elena?" Liby handed over the folder of documents from Bianca's cesarean delivery.

In the documents they found, it was written that Demian Wright and Bianca Odegaard were the biological parents of the baby named Nathan Wright.

Even though Elena already knew everything, seeing the black-and-white evidence was still a very hard blow for her.

"Elena, are you okay?" Liby asked.

Elena nodded.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Liby. I'll be on my way. Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome, Elena. But are you sure you'll be able to get home on your own? Let me give you a ride. "Liby offered her help.

"No, thank you. I can get home on my own," Elena tried to convince her.

"All right," Liby replied, resigned.

As Elena was about to leave the archive room, someone greeted her.

"Elena? What happened to you? Are you not okay?"

Plak!