Chapter 2 2

"Divorce papers." He blurted. His words trampled her heart on the marble floor.

"Sign them!"He muttered coldly.

She staggered, holding onto the edge of the table for support.

"You're joking, right?" She asked and he smiled mockingly.

"He's not joking, sign them and get the hell out of his life!" Yulia bluntly replied to her.

"I'm not talking to you!!"Thalia yelled at her, she tried to reach for his hand but he moved back,his grip on Yulia's hand tightened.

"Frank, we can talk about this, we can talk about this please!" She pleaded with tears in her eyes.

But it all fell on deaf ears, he's already made up his mind. And he's not ready to listen to anyone.

"Listen Thalia, you know I met your sister first, and I loved her first...

"But you loved me too, why are you doing this?" Thalia cried.

"Yes but not anymore. For one year I wasn't happy. I only married you to have a wife, to have a woman by my side not because I loved you or something. You should move on and sign the divorce papers, I really don't wanna be with you anymore."He said it right to her face.

Her jaw dropped,and a strange cold swept through her like a sudden fever.

"Franklin, do not feel bad for her, she deserves it. Despite the fact that she knew you loved me, she went on and married you .Thalia you're nothing but a betrayal and you deserve more than this for betraying me."Yulia concurred.

She wasn't surprised that Yulia thought of her that way. She's always envied her since childhood. Yulia craves anything that belongs to her. Clearly, she hates her and it was nothing new to her anymore.

But Franklin, they've been together for a good three years. Which meant he'd pretended to love her, this morning they were good, last night they're good too.

He said he didn't love her. But last night he kissed her forehead, and said 'forever'. Had that been a lie too?

The love, attention, honesty, trust, care were all fake. He never loved her, his heart has always belonged to Yulia all this while.

"Why?" She asked, her voice cracked.

Frank scoffed, he thought she was being dramatic over something so simple. He found her reaction unnecessarily dramatic.

Yulia couldn't stop smiling, she felt like she was on top of the world. Winning Thalia was a dream come true. She had sworn to snatch Frank from her and she did. And not just Frank, everything that belongs to Thalia.

"Sign the divorce papers, don't waste our time!"She yelled.

"What have I done to deserve this?"Thalia asked, ignoring Yulia.

"That's the point here, you've been good to me, but I need to be happy and she's my happiness" He said, softly.

The venom of the betrayal sank deeply inside her. She didn't know more was yet to come.

A maid dragged Thalia's suitcase downstairs to the spot where they stood.

"What are you doing with my suitcase?"Thalia asked with shock sparkling in her teary eyes.

"Twin sister, you don't have to worry, besides you have enough money already..."

"Franklin what's all this?!"She yelled, unable to control her emotions.

"Yes, you can't stay here while Yulia is here. You should sign the divorce papers and leave. It's the best thing."He replied nonchalantly.

Where does he expect her to go? She's financially okay but by this time where will she go?

"This is our home, because of her you wanna throw me out of here!" Thalia cried,her voice trembling, her cheeks burning with shame.

"When will you understand? I said I don't want you anymore. We're not us again, sign the divorce papers and get out of my house!" He asserted.

As if cheating on her wasn't enough, he's throwing her out of the home they built together.

Thalia shook her head, taking two steps backwardly. He smirked, grabbed the handle of the suitcase, then reached for her hand but she yanked it off.

"Don't be stubborn!"He half yelled and grabbed her forcefully.

Yulia grinning with satisfaction enjoying every bit of it. She crossed her arms like a queen watching her enemy fall.

"Let go of me Frank, I'm not going anywhere!" She struggled but his grip was too strong. He opened the main door and pushed her out.

"Frank, where do you expect me to go?"She cried pleading with him.

"Please let me stay,I can't go out, I'm...

"I don't wanna know where you'll go or how you're going to survive. But you can't stay here tonight." He said.

"Frank, please you can't leave me. I love you remember I..." Franklin slammed the door loudly on her face.

Her body trembled with shock, a tear slid down her cheeks.

She stood there, frozen. The cold wind slapped her face but it couldn't compare to the chill that pierced her bones. Her fingers clutched the handle of her suitcase as if it could bring her back to a reality that had just been shattered.

The rain began to fall, slowly at first,soft drizzles kissing her skin, mixing with the tears already streaming down her face.

Her legs wobbled beneath her, she wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from the weight of betrayal collapsing inside her chest.

"Franklin, please don't do this to me..." she whispered to the shut door, her lips trembling.

"Please don't... I'm pregnant..."She whispered, the test report and the ultrasound result still in her pocket.

When she got no response, her hands dropped slowly from the door. Her eyes lingering on the handle as though hoping it'd turn. Hoping he would come back apologize and say it was all a cruel joke.

But it didn't, the silence from the other end screamed louder than any argument.

Yulia was in there, wearing her robe, sipping her wine, lying in her bed.

Their bed.

Thalia's knees gave in and she collapsed right there on the porch, hugging her suitcase like a child clinging to a lifeline.

Everything was gone,it was over for her. Three years of her life, gone like ashes scattered in the wind.

How did she not see this coming? How did she sleep beside a man who never truly loved her? A man who held her tightly while his heart beat for another woman.

Not just another woman–her sister.

Her stomach clenched,the betrayal wasn't just romantic, it was blood-deep.

Yulia–her twin sister. She was supposed to love her unconditionally but instead she dug the deepest blade into her back.

And Franklin–her husband. The man she loved, prayed with,cooked for, dreamed with, looked her in the eye, said she was just a body to fill the space of a 'wife'.

Nothing more.

The rain intensified, soaking her clothes, her hair, her skin. Still she didn't move.

She didn't know where to go. Her phone might be in her bag, but her fingers couldn't feel it. She couldn't form any name in her head to call, who'd she even explain to? Who'd hear her out?

Her drenched body needs rest, the doctor told her to rest but she didn't.

She had built her whole life around Franklin and now she was standing in the ruins alone.

And all of a sudden the door creaked open. She saw him standing at the doorstep.

Franklin."She called softly.

Her hopes flared up in her chest.

It was Franklin. Did he come back? Is he going to take her inside and apologize?