~Isla~

I remained frozen in the middle of the dining room, my body trembling with a mixture of rage, heartbreak, and disbelief. The scattered food and bloodstains on the marble floor felt like a cruel painting of my destroyed life. Marcus had stormed out, leaving behind only the echo of his furious footsteps and the scent of his cologne that now turned my stomach.

Aunt Linda and Cara stood there wearing triumphant smiles, like predators who had finally caught their prey.

"What did I ever do to you?!" I shouted, my voice shaking as I glared at the mother-daughter duo. "Why would you do this to me? Why?"

"You don't deserve to be here, Isla!" Aunt Linda spat, stepping closer with pure venom in her eyes. "We never wanted you as part of this family. You shouldn't have been Marcus's wife in the first place, much less carry a child for him!"

Cara moved even closer, her eyes filled with malice. "You're such a low life!" she barked directly in my face. "You think we're going to let you sit here and enjoy Marcus's wealth like some gold-digging parasite?"

Aunt Linda let out a cruel laugh that echoed through the grand dining hall. "Marcus hates you! He was forced into this marriage just to save that pathetic family of yours. Did you really think a man like him could ever love someone as ordinary as you?"

My chest tightened painfully. The words cut deeper than any physical blow could. I had spent five years trying to prove my worth, cooking, managing the household quietly, enduring their constant insults, all while hoping Marcus would one day see my love.

"What a fool you are for staying in this miserable marriage, hoping he'd love you?" Aunt Linda continued, clicking her tongue. "You're not the type of woman Marcus would look twice at!"

"That is why she took advantage of his drunken state, seduced him, and got pregnant!" Cara added with a sneer. "She wants to use this baby to trap him and steal his wealth!"

"We will never let that happen!" Cara yelled suddenly, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking hard.

"Let me go!" I cried out in pain as she pulled viciously. Aunt Linda joined in, slapping me hard across the face. The sting burned my cheek, but the emotional pain was worse.

She shoved me backward with surprising strength. My head slammed against the wall with a sickening thud. A sharp cry escaped my lips as warm blood trickled down the side of my face.

"She is so pathetic!" Aunt Linda laughed coldly.

"She has hurt his ego by cheating with a common gardener!" Cara added, still holding my hair.

"I didn't cheat with the gardener!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "I would never do that! This baby is Marcus's!"

"How are you going to prove yourself then?" Cara smirked, finally releasing me. "Marcus will never believe you! And you better pack your bags quickly, because if he returns and finds you here... we won't stop him from putting bullets in that belly of yours!"

A crushing wave of despair washed over me. I clutched my stomach protectively, the small life inside me feeling more vulnerable than ever. "I will never forgive any of you for this!" I cried, stumbling out of the room as their mocking laughter followed me.

"That's right!" Aunt Linda shouted behind me. "Pack your bags when you're done crying, you worthless whore!"

I ran to my room, the small, lonely space I had lived in for five years, my mind spinned. Aunt Linda and Cara had always hated me. They constantly reminded me that I was nothing but property traded to save my father's failing business. Marcus had never stopped them. He never cared enough to protect me.

Yet today, for one brief moment during dinner, I had seen something different in his eyes when I told him about the baby. A flicker. A crack in his ice. Maybe he was starting to care. Maybe the child could have healed his deep wounds from his mother's infidelity and his broken family.

But now everything was ruined.

Marcus is a proud man. He would rather believe I cheated with a business rival than a lowly gardener. How was I supposed to prove my innocence when the entire household had turned against me? Johnson, whom I had helped with money for his mother's treatment, had betrayed me too. They must have paid him well.

Still, I loved Marcus deeply, more than words could ever express. I believed he would change someday. That my patience and sacrifices would finally be rewarded. With this baby on the way, I couldn't let everything slip away so easily.

I had to try.

Quietly, I crept toward Marcus's private study. The door was slightly ajar, and I could hear his deep, angry voice.

"Sir... I would advise that you investigate this matter before taking this step. What if this whole thing is a mistake?"

"It is not!" Marcus barked, his voice filled with raw fury. "That is exactly how women are! All they do is cheat and sleep around without shame!"

My heart clenched as I listened, pressing myself against the wall.

"Especially Isla. I don't touch her. This marriage is nothing but a contract, so of course I'm not surprised she would stoop so low!"

Tears filled my eyes. This was what he truly thought of me.

He slammed both palms on the desk. "This is exactly what my mother did! That bitch ruined our lives with her filthy behavior. And even though I don't care about my wife, I can't believe I actually married a woman like her."

The lawyer sighed. "I understand your pain, but-"

"Enough!" Marcus snapped. "You have one hour to get the divorce papers ready! That woman is not spending another day in my house!"

Pain and anger coursed through my body. What was the point of trying to explain myself? He had already judged and condemned me. With everyone against me, he would never believe the truth.

I walked back to my room in a daze, my mind blank. There was nothing I could do now.

"Isla!" My mother's sharp voice suddenly cut through the silence. I turned around to see my entire family standing there: father, mother, and my brother Mike. They didn't look concerned. They looked furious.

"How could you do this?!" Father yelled, shaking his head in disgust. "Do you have any idea what we will lose because of your stupidity?"

"I didn't do anything..." I sobbed, breaking down completely. "They're all lying! Please believe me."

"You're so unfortunate!" Mike snarled. "You should've chosen a man outside the mansion if you wanted to cheat! How could you have an affair right under his nose?!"

"They are lying!" I cried desperately.

"Oh please," Mother rolled her eyes. "We understand you have needs... but you should've been smarter about it! Now the family business is at risk again!"

I stared at them in complete disbelief. These were the people I had sacrificed everything for. And all they cared about was their precious company.

"I made a huge mistake trusting you to keep the family afloat!" Father said with pure hatred in his eyes. "I wish I had a smarter daughter, not a selfish whore!"

My chest felt suffocating. "If Marcus divorces you, we will also disown you!" Mother added coldly. "You will be of no use with that bastard in your belly!"

"My child is not a bastard!" I yelled, my lips trembling with fury. "Stop calling my child a bastard!"

Heavy footsteps approached. Marcus entered the room, his presence filling the space like a dark storm. He clutched divorce papers in one hand and his gun in the other.

"Marcus... please believe me..." I cried, falling to my knees in front of him. "I did not cheat on you! They are all lying. This baby is yours!"

He glared down at me with pure disdain. "The only reason I'm not ending your miserable life right now is because I want to use you as an example. It's been too long since I showed the world what happens to those who betray me."

I sobbed harder. "I didn't do it... please... give me a chance to prove my innocence. We can have a DNA test right away!"

"You disgust me, Isla! I'm glad this happened. I'll finally get rid of you!"

"No!" I shook my head desperately. "This baby is yours... I'm carrying your child!"

His eyes darkened with uncontrollable rage. "If you ever call that bastard my child again, I will yank it out of your belly myself!"

My heart shattered completely at his words. The man I loved, the father of my child had become a monster in his anger.

"Now sign these papers and get out of my life!" he barked, throwing the documents at me. "If I ever see you near me or my territory again, I will have you beheaded in the most painful way imaginable!"

With trembling hands and a broken soul, I picked up the pen and signed the papers. I refused to beg anymore. I would not raise my child in this hell.

As I handed the papers back, our eyes met for one final second. Something, perhaps regret, flickered in his blue eyes before the cold mask returned.

But it was too late.