short 1

All the names were fiction. They are just pop out from my head
I am really hard to find the names LMAO

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VALENTINA'S POV

It took me so much time preparing the surprise for my husband. It was our first anniversary and I would like to present him with a special dinner and another surprise that he would love. He would be so excited.

And here I am smiling like a maniac stirring the sauce I made. I looked at the clock and it's ticking. Another 45 minutes and he would be home.

I finished plating and I went to take a shower. I wore a dress he loved. The gold dress hugged my body perfectly, sitting in the right places and it shimmered under the light.

I heard the door open when I stepped out from the master bedroom. I smiled to greet him but he showed up fuming. I saw his forehead creased and his eyes narrowed. If I had a filter on my vision I would see the steam.

His jacket unbuttoned. No tie and the first two buttons of his shirt were opened.

I walked towards him but he just gave me his index finger to stop me. I was confused here. Why was he mad?

"Honey, what's wrong? " I asked, hiding the fact that I felt nervous. My gut is telling me it's going to be something bad.

" I should be the one asking you that, " he answered.

I frowned. Confused by his words.

"Don't act all innocent, Valentina! " His voice was laced with anger. Startling me for a moment. " I will send the divorce paper tomorrow and I want you to pack your belongings and move out from here. I don't want to have a cheating wife. "

"What are you talking about, Dean? " my shoulder deflated, I was lost here. What the fuck is he talking about.

" I saw too much today and I don't need your lies," He said, rubbing his face.

I came towards him but he held my wrist and pushed me. My back hit the counter and I felt the pain of the impact. He was surprised when he did that. But he didn't even help me to stand when I slid down. My feet couldn't help my body. It was so painful.

I began crying silently. I held my hip and my tummy. When I saw him, he had already left and I heard the door slam.

Then, I saw the blood between my thighs. I gasped for air when my body started to tremble. I felt cold suddenly. I fell on the floor facing the front door. My vision was blurred then I heard hissing. My nose could smell some bad air before I closed my eyes.

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I opened my eyes to find my surroundings were all white. The room was not too bright but I had to adjust to the light.

Then the old female nurse came in. She was all smiles, a clipboard cradled on her right arm.

"It's good to see you already awake," she said. "How are you feeling, dear?"

I could feel my lips stretch before I answered, "I feel like shit."

She chuckled. She offered me water with a straw. She knew me well. I could feel how dry my throat was as the water passed through it.

"Thank you, " I muttered. That was all I could say.

"You're welcome, " she said, smiling. " I will call Dr. Stone for you. "

She was back a few minutes later with another old female doctor.

"How are you today, Mrs. West? "

" I am not that good, " I offered my smile. But it came weak. "What happened? "

"Let me check you up first, " She put the stethoscope. She told me to look up at the small flashlight. " Okay. You are stable for this moment. "

I knew something was wrong because I could already hear the but.

"Your apartment caught on fire when you were on the floor bleeding and fainting. Everything was burned down when the firefighter found you. You did not lose much blood but I'm sorry, your baby didn't make it. It is still very small and weak. Your body has trauma and It's good you don't have a concussion. "

I was shocked. My hand unconsciously touches my stomach. I could feel the bandage from my hospital dress. I was under surgery. If it was a c-section I didn't mind but.. It just happened.

"And the biggest problem is..., " She glanced at the nurse. " you cannot carry another baby. You were damaged pretty badly, dear. I am sorry to bring you this bad news, " Her voice laced with pity.

" It's okay. That is your job. "

I tried to smile but nothing. I bit my lips as my chin trembled. Refraining myself to burst out in tears.

"We have to change your bandage, " She pointed at me. And now, I could feel something on my right cheek.

I could feel something on my face. It was a scar. I touched it and I could tell it's not small either. My face was now ugly.

Then I remembered. I was divorced and had nothing. But before I could speak, someone came in.

It was Mr. Meyer. My husband's lawyer. Now I knew what he would say to me.

" I am sorry to disturb you, " he mused, looking around the room.

"Well, let us finish first, " Dr. Stone said to him.

They worked on my face while he sat opening his briefcase pulling out some paper. The nurse wiped my left cheek then I knew that I was crying. Everything is... I didn't even know how to describe it. But I was doomed.

"How long have I been asleep? " I whispered.

"Well, dear. You have your full week of sleep," Dr. Stone told me in low tone as she slowly changed my bandage.

" Does it mean I am better now?" I asked, hopeful.

"Better than when you first came here? Yes. "

"How long will I stay? "

"You will be discharged in three days."

"H.. how.. How about my bills? I mean the hospital - " I stuttered. Already thinking how to find the money.

"Everything was paid for," She stated.

"W.. Who?"

"Mr. West. "

I was silenced. Here I thought he didn't care for me.

"Has he visited me?" My voice was barely heard.

"No.. Not yet, dear," She gave me her sympathy.

"Alright, " I just nodded.

My mind was blank.

"Please don't bring her any stress. She's still in recovery," Dr. Stone said to Mr. Meyer.

"Will do, doctor," That's all he said.

They both stepped out and here I faced my worst nightmare.

"Mrs. West - Pardon me, Ms. Saviolla. Firstly I am sorry about what happened to you. And I know it's not a good time to talk about this but my client is an impatient man. "

I nodded. Understanding that he was only doing his job.

"I came here to meet you about Mr. West's demand. It should be signed, " he showed me the paper. The divorce paper. "..the next day after he last saw you. But you were unfortunately in an accident."

He gave me a tight smile. Clearly a bit uncomfortable about the whole situation.

"After the divorce, he will give you a large amount of money and it will be transferred to your bank account. And you don't get the property in any State or another country. Your belongings are waiting for you in the Trump hotel. All the bills are paid for, so don't worry about this. "

And it meant he wanted me to go far away. He hated me that much and I still didn't know why. How could I become a cheater in one night? And now I lost my baby. The one all I had from him.

I heard a sob. It's mine. I held it in but my tears wouldn't stop falling. It was too much. It hurt so bad. It hurt like a bitch even though I faced it the night before.

My hand trembled when I signed it. And some papers I had to sign. I kept my tears at bay so it didn't fall on the papers. I had to be strong. For myself. I would be living alone. Can I survive?

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"Hey, Valentina?"

" Yes? "

I saw the nurse come in. She smiled at me and all I could give was a forced smile. I still couldn't believe I was all alone. Dean doesn't want anything to do with me. It was crystal clear.

I didn't have any bags here, so I would have to go with an empty hand.

"Do you have any place to go?"

And she knew everything. I told her after Mr. Meyer had already gone.

" No, not really.., " I murmured, embarrassed.

" You can stay in my house as long as you want, " She offered.

My eyes rounded. Was she serious?

" It's fine, really. I am all alone in my house. My children and their family live across the country. And here I love my job. "

Before I could ask about her husband she cut me off.

"He passed away a long time ago. Leaving me alone in this city. "

She gave me her teary smile. Then she realized what she did, wiping her cheeks immediately. She cleared her throat.

"I don't want to give you any trouble.. "

"It's fine really. At least I will have a roommate. I have someone to share something about. And maybe I will be young again as beautiful as you, " her words lighting up the atmosphere.

She teased, making me laugh. Quite hard.

"I am ugly, Nurse."

"Call me Rita, dear. And no! You're just you. And you are beautiful. "

"Thank you. "

And I cried again after three days. Dean never visited me. Not even to spite me with his words. He never came.

"It's okay. It's okay, " Rita hugged me when I realized her arms circled my body. I really needed one. A shoulder to cry on.

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I never slept in the Trump hotel. I just picked up my belongings and that meant only two suitcases. Not big. They were medium.

And I was welcomed in her house. It was so homey. You could see the fireplace in the living room and smell the food. I saw many pictures hanging on the wall. Some beautiful girls and handsome guys. And the old version of them.

I realized I stopped at the small hallway when Rita called me to follow her. She showed me my room. It was small but nice. A single bed and two night stands. A single chair and a small table. I could see a small closet and a vanity chair. My window faced the wide yard. I thought it was her backyard. And here I could see some plants and flowers. She loved gardening.

" I don't have a job, Rita. "

I sat beside her on the bed. I clasped my fingers.

"I can help you to find one, dear. "

"You are already generous enough to me to put me under your roof. You-"

"Oh hush! " she waved her hand on my face. "You are a sweet woman. You deserve the help and I can give you a hand. "

I grabbed her hand. Giving her my teary smile and my chin couldn't stop trembling.

"It's okay to cry. Let it out, dear. Let it out," she patted me on my back as she gave me a gentle squeeze.

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For days I couldn't find any job. Even though they were in need they still refused me when I said my name or they read my resume. All I could think was, why?

First I thought about my scarred face. And I was ashamed. My life was crumbling down.

I didn't work because Dean wanted me to be a stay at home wife. And because he loved my cooking. And he loved to find me at home fresh and beautifully greeting him when he arrived so his stress just flew out from the window. It was his words.

I never mind when he told me to be a housewife. He loved it that way and I loved making him happy. I really do. After 5 years of dating and one year of marriage, he was all sweet to me and I was to him. He cherished our moments and poured out our heart's content.

But the reality came fast at me when I stepped into the house. Rita was watching TV and holding some morning papers. It was afternoon now.

But I didn't mind it. And now I know why. My biggest question was answered.

And he really hated me.

Me.

His ex-wife.

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edited by maekavely

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