Lisa's POV
I clenched my fist so tight that my knuckles turned white as I struggled to maintain a steady composure under his intense gaze. His eyes searched my face for some time, his face a blank sheet. What was he thinking now?
"Don't you dare give me that? You can't be pregnant for me. The last time I touched you was one year ago, and you know it."
As if that wasn't enough, he added, "A filth like you can't possibly carry my baby. Do you think that will stop me from divorcing you? You have to step up your game! I don't make mistakes!"
I wonder why people tend to forget, if it was a thing of choice, or if it just happened to everyone but me.
He had forgotten what had happened last month when his company won the international bid. It was the first time he smiled at me after one year of our marriage, the first time he kissed me when we worked on the project together every day till he won the case, and when he won, he kissed me so passionately. He made love to me.
He even told me he loved me. And God knows I had been holding on to that day, thinking it was a stepping stone for our relationship.
"Yeah, you don't! I made the mistake here, and that's agreeing to marry you." An indecipherable look crossed his face, but it soon disappeared.
"I can't express how much joy that makes me feel. Now sign the fucking divorce papers, take the cheque and anything else you want, and get out of my house and my life!"
I wanted to remind him of the night we spent together, but I didn't .
I took the envelope, tore it, and then signed the paper, "Done. I won't fight for you when you have volunteered to never be mine."
This was the hardest thing for me to do. I could feel my eyes well with tears, but as he said, Samantha was back; she was the one who saved his grandfather,, not me. To everyone of them, I was just an adopted girl who happened to have found her way into the Sinclair family.
My eyes welled with tears again. I sniffed in the tears, then cleaned my eyes. With my eyes lowered to the floor, I walked out of the room with my hands on my belly.
We had separate rooms, so I had the room to myself when I packed my important belongings into a tiny luggage box and went out of the house. I took one last glance at the big mansion, which I had once called my home.
It was over! Everything had finally come to an end. It was bound to happen anyway. I hailed a cab to my parents house; heaven knows I was incapable of driving in such conditions.
I needed to see my parents. I believed they would be happy to see that I had finally left Damian so their little biological daughter could take my place; at least they deserved to know the result of their biased actions.
"Here, stop," I tapped on the driver's seat, then he pulled over at the house, staring at my watch. It was 3 p.m., my eyes narrowed back to the house, and I noticed a 2022 model Toyota on the front porch. The sight of it welled my heart with anger as more memories flooded my mind.
Samatha was really back after two years. She had the audacity!
"Anything wrong?" A slight tap on my thighs brought me back to reality: "Ma'am, are you sure you don't want another ride? We could go in circles till you are calm."
I cleaned my eyes again, waved my head then pushed the door open. "It's fine, I promise."
He was hesitant at first, but eventually gave me my change and drove off.
I walked towards the house, my hands clenched tightly on my bag handle as I rang the bell. It didn't take long for it to open, and just as expected, I saw Samantha standing there with an open arm.
"Welcome home,sister; I missed you."
I let my anger get the best of me. I slapped her really hard across the face.
"You bitch"