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Sabrina’s POV
Nicholas tried to approach, his hand reaching out to stop my hand from reaching for another vase on the table. However, I slammed it away with an uncontrollable Tage.
Nicholas was shocked, his eyes widening at my reaction. He stepped back for a moment, as I picked up a light blue vase made of fine ceramic. The atmosphere in the room was tense as if time had stopped for a moment.
“Do you really want to do this?” his voice trembled, a mixture of worry and frustration. He knew how valuable the items on the table were, but to me, at that moment they all seemed insignificant compared to the emotions surging inside me.
“None of this means anything!” I shouted, still holding the vase tightly. “You don’t understand how it feels when everything I’ve built is destroyed in an instant.”
Nicholas bit his lip, trying to hold back his anger and disappointment. He tried to calm the situation, but increasingly, my emotions took over me. “Let it go! Let it all be destroyed!” I threw the vase with full awareness of the consequences.
I looked around the room, feeling the negative energy pushing me to grab more. Broken glass was scattered on the floor, a beautiful reflection of my inner instability. Nicholas shook his head, his lips trembling as he held back the words. But I could no longer hear his heart. Everything felt gloomy and dark.
“Let me go!” I screamed, and I saw the shock on his face. I knew he didn’t recognize the woman who now stood before him. But I also didn’t recognize myself anymore since all of this began.
Nicholas tried to reach for my hand, this time more calmly trying to stop me. “Sabrina, enough. You… you’ve gone too far,” he said urgently.
I smiled sarcastically, the pain in my heart overflowing with the words that had been kept for so long. “Going too far?” I asked in a trembling voice. “I’m the one who
gone too far, Nicholas? You made me like this. All of this…. is all your fault!”
Nicholas stared at me with a frown, confused by my uncontrollable outburst of emotions. But I didn’t care anymore. My pain was too deep, too painful for me to hold back anymore.
“You and Hazel!” I screamed in anger, the pain I felt every day finally came out in words I couldn’t hold back. ” The life I’ve built, everything I’ve fought for, you destroyed it in an instant when he came back!” I gasped, tears flowing uncontrollably. “And now, even Charlie… our son… my son, you took it away from me.”
Nicholas frowned, looking like he was about to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance. I didn’t want to hear his defense anymore; I didn’t want to hear anything he might say to try to calm me down or blame me. My feelings were already too full of disappointment, and I knew that every word that came out of his mouth would only make the situation worse.
I looked away, trying not to show how hurt I was. The atmosphere around us felt awkward, every little detail seemed to be a reminder of the heartbreak we had experienced. He stood there as if waiting, but I could no longer make room for the sweet words we had shared. Did he understand how hard it was for me to deal with all of this?
In the silence that stretched, my mind drifted to the beautiful moments we had been through together. But now it all felt like a forgotten memory, obscuring the deepening pain.
He remained silent, and I knew, without a word, that it was over.
“I can accept that you don’t love me, Nicholas!” I said bitterly. “I accepted that a long time ago. But don’t take Charlie away the only thing that makes me feel important in this marriage.” My voice cracked, my
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words echoing in the now–silent room.
+25 BONUS
Before I knew it, my body began to go limp. I sat on the floor, hugging my knees as my body trembled. My cries turned into weak sobs, held back in my tight chest. My heart was shattered into pieces, and there was nothing I could do to put the pieces back together.
“I tried, Nicholas…” I whispered between sobs. “I tried to be a good wife to you, a good mother to Charlie. I know I wasn’t the best, but I tried. But what did I get? Insults, tauts… your cold treatment….” I looked at him with moist eyes, trying to see if there was a hint of concern there, but found none.
Nicholas was silent, no words coming out of his mouth. His expression looked stiff as if he didn’t know how to react to everything I had just said.
Feeling unbearable pain, I lowered my head, covering my face with both hands, trying to hold back the tears that were getting worse. Tears kept flowing, while an empty feeling began to take over my heart. I was too tired to hold on, too tired to hope.
After a while, I heard Nicholas‘ footsteps slowly moving away. I lifted my head, looking at his back, which was moving away without a word to me. He just left, leaving me in a suffocating emptiness.
For a moment I hoped he would turn around, say something, or just try to understand my feelings. But he didn’t. Nicholas still chose to leave, leaving me with a broken feeling that I couldn’t express.
As the door closed behind him, I stared at the door with wetleyes. My heart whispered that all the hopes I ever had for this marriage had disappeared, leaving such a deep wound. I felt like I was standing on the threshold of emptiness, not knowing where to go, not knowing if there was still a place for me in a life that continued to go on without caring about my feelings.
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the silence, I knew one thing, I could no longer endure the shadow of a love that was never mine.
I couldn’t stand this painful loneliness anymore. After Nicholas left, the quiet room felt even more suffocating, making me feel suffocated. My chest was pounding erratically, and my tears still wouldn’t stop flowing. I knew I had to go anywhere, as long as it was far from all of this.
With trembling hands, I reached for my phone and dialed Clara’s number, my best friend who I could always rely on. Clara was the only person who knew everything about my heart, all the secrets I hid from the outside world. She was also the one who often urged me not to keep all this pain to myself.
“Clara…” my voice choked, almost not coming out when my call connected. I didn’t need to say much, because Clara immediately knew something was wrong.
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