Forced Love, I Don't Want It Anymore

My husband, David Federer, had my mother, Fiona Miller, brave the pouring rain to buy sanitary pads for his beloved, Freya Fox.

Tragically, Fiona slipped and fell on her way, and a speeding car took her life.

In her final moments, she clutched that bag of pads tightly.

I was shattered and dialed David's number over and over, desperation clawing at me.

Finally, when he picked up, his voice was laced with rage. "What the hell? Why is your mom taking so long to grab a simple thing? Freya's waiting for them! You need to hurry her up!"

That was the last straw.

Heartbroken and disillusioned, I decided to file for divorce.

But when I told him, he broke down, pleading with me not to leave.

——

I followed the will and buried Fiona alongside my father, Vincent Miller.

For three straight days, David, my husband, didn't bother to call.

After relentless phone calls on my part, he finally blocked me.

At that moment, I knew I was done with him for good.

I drafted the divorce agreement and waited for him at home, expecting him to show up.

Finally, just after midnight, David walked in.

He took one look at me and snapped, "Did you send your mom out shopping until the cows came home? Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was when Freya was rushed to the hospital in a bloodstained dress?"

All I could think about was the pain in my heart when Fiona was brought in, covered in blood.

Yet here he was, more concerned about his mistress' reputation than anything else.

I scoffed as I tossed the divorce papers at him. "Sign it, David. I'm giving you the freedom you wanted!"

He never wanted to marry me in the first place. After we tied the knot, he brought Freya home to humiliate me, flaunting their relationship in front of my face.

He even got her a job at his company, parading her around like a trophy while I, the real Mrs. Federer, was forced to hide in the shadows.

I thought he might at least show some respect for my mother, but he didn't even consider her feelings.

Just two weeks ago, when I found out I was pregnant, I confided in Fiona, who was over the moon and stayed with me for a few days.

On the day of her accident, I had stepped out for a bit, only to find out later that David had brought Freya home and sent Fiona out in the pouring rain to buy her sanitary supplies.

Since Fiona had fallen in the bathroom a year ago, her mobility had been compromised.

I usually wouldn't let her go out alone, yet David thought it was perfectly fine to send her out in such terrible weather for his little fling.

The image of Fiona clutching that package tightly as she lay dying, terrified of disappointing David, made my eyes sting with tears.

David didn't even glance at the divorce papers, his irritation boiling over as he shouted, "Ada, what's your problem? You know my dad would never let us divorce. Do you really think this is amusing?

"Where's your mother? She needs to apologize to Freya, and then we can put this whole thing behind us."

"Apologize?" I let out a bitter laugh. "For what? What did she do wrong? Why should she apologize to your mistress? If it weren't for you, my mom wouldn't have..."

"Enough!" David interrupted, his brow furrowing. "This is all your mom's fault for taking her sweet time. Freya's lying in a hospital bed, and you still have the nerve to make a scene.

"Don't even mention divorce! You know how our marriage came about. Do you really think I'd believe you'd give up the title of Mrs. Federer that easily?"

His mocking gaze sent a chill down my spine.

I realized I had no expectations left for him. "Just sign the papers, David. I'd handle Ryan myself."

David's expression darkened. "You're really not letting this go, are you? I only asked your mom to buy something; I didn't send her out to die. Is it really worth all this fuss over something so trivial?

"Do you even realize that Freya was in so much pain she had to be rushed to the hospital? What's wrong with you? Why are you making a fuss over a sick girl?"

No wonder I smelled antiseptic the moment he walked in.

He had been at the hospital with Freya all this time.

Trivial? Forcing an elderly woman with mobility issues to go out in a storm was no small matter—it was reckless.

I looked up at him, fighting back tears. "David, you're a real piece of work. I must have been blind to have ever fallen for you."

He could hurt me and humiliate me, but my mom was innocent. I had already lost my dad; why did he have to cruelly take Fiona away from me, too?

I could no longer hold back my tears, and they streamed down my cheeks in heavy sobs.

David paused for a moment as if taken aback. "Why are you crying? Freya has been through so much, and she hasn't complained. But here you are, crying like it's the end of the world. Fine, I won't hold it against your mom. Will that be enough for you?"

I was astounded by his self-righteous attitude.

Who does he think he was? Does he really expect me to be grateful? Wiping my tears with a trembling hand, I fixed him with a cold stare. "My mom didn't do anything wrong. She doesn't need your forgiveness. From today on, you and I are two separate people, and my mom's issues are none of your business."

After all these years, it struck me as astonishing that I was finally laying down the law.

David's expression darkened ominously. After a long silence, he scoffed. "Ada, maybe I've been too generous with you. I'm off to be with Freya. You stay home and think about your choices for a few days."

With that, he stood up sharply and slammed the door behind him.

I returned to my room, grabbing the neatly packed suitcase that had been ready for days. I placed the divorce papers on the table, then walked out without looking back.