Mag-log inThe first few weeks in the countryside felt like a dream. I woke up every morning to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers and fresh grass. The sunrises were spectacular, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that I had never seen in London.Julian had transformed our new home into a sanctuary. He planted a small garden in the backyard with vegetables and herbs, and he even built a wooden bench under a large oak tree where I could sit and read. The house itself was warm and inviting, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light and a fireplace that crackled softly in the evenings.I started to feel like myself again. The constant anxiety that had gripped me began to loosen its hold. I wasn't checking my phone every five minutes, dreading what I might see. I wasn't replaying Victor's cruel words in my head over and over. I was just living. Breathing. Existing without fear.Julian worked from home most days,
At that time, I couldn't sleep. Victor's words kept echoing in my head like an evil chant."That fat woman who has nothing, only using you, a baby that might not even be yours..."I tossed and turned in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but my mind couldn't rest.Julian was asleep beside me, his arm still wrapped around my waist. He looked tired after the argument with Victor. I didn't want to wake him, so I just lay still, staring at the ceiling with my eyes open.What Victor said about the money, how did he know about the one million euros Julian gave me? Did Diego tell him? Or did Victor have spies in our house? I bit my lip, feeling my anxiety growing.And the accusation about my baby was the most painful. Victor said this child might not be Julian's. I knew it wasn't true.I looked at Julian who was sleeping. His face was peaceful, his breathing steady. I wondered if he was also thinking about Victor's words. Did he doubt me? Did he also think I was only using him?I sh
I was sitting in the living room at that time, enjoying a cup of herbal tea while reading a pregnancy book. Julian had already gone to work since morning, so I thought it might be a courier or one of the maids who forgot to bring their keys.But when Maria opened the door, I heard a voice that made my hair stand on end."I want to see Julian. I know he's here."Victor Mendoza.I immediately tensed up. I put down my book and tea carefully, then walked to the kitchen through the back door. I didn't want to meet Victor. I didn't want to hear his cynical words, didn't want to see his hateful gaze. I had suffered enough because of Diego and Isabella. I didn't need more from Victor.I hid in the kitchen, listening to the conversation from a distance. Maria tried to explain that Julian was at work, but Victor didn't care."I'll wait until he comes home."I heard his footsteps entering the living room. I heard the television being turned on. Victor was waiting.I prayed that Julian would come
The next morning, I woke up with Julian still beside me. He didn't go to work. I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his phone with a serious expression."Julian? You're not going to work?"He looked at me and smiled. "I took the day off today. I want to spend time with you."I was surprised. "But your work...""My work can wait." Julian put down his phone and took my hand. "I've been thinking about something, Lorena. I want to protect you from all the stress you've been experiencing."I frowned. "What do you mean?""I can't let you keep receiving insults from other people, including from my own family. I've decided to limit your social media access during the pregnancy."I was shocked. "Limit my social media access?""I know this sounds extreme, but I can't stand seeing you suffer. You don't need to see the cruel comments, don't need to see Isabella's posts, don't need to read what my family says about us. I want your focus to be only on the pregnancy and your happiness."
I lay on the bed for a long time, crying until my eyes were sore and my throat hurt. I didn't know how long I lay there, but when I opened my eyes, the sky outside the window had started to get dark. I heard the front door open, then heavy footsteps on the floor below. Julian was home.I heard him talking to Maria downstairs. Their voices were too soft for me to hear, but I knew Maria was telling him about my condition. A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps climbing the stairs, approaching the bedroom.The door opened slowly. Julian walked in with a worried face. He was still wearing his work suit, his jacket already taken off, his shirt slightly wrinkled. His eyes immediately found me on the bed, and I saw pain there when he saw me crying.He walked quickly to the side of the bed and sat beside me. His hand reached for mine, holding it tightly."Maria said you've been crying since you got home. What's wrong, darling? Tell me."I couldn't answer. My sobs broke out again, louder t
I couldn't sleep that night. The thought kept haunting me: would Julian one day ask for all his gifts back like Diego did? Would he throw me away like Diego threw me away? I bit my lip, trying to calm myself down. Julian was different. Julian loved me. But Diego's shadow always lurked, reminding me that love could turn into hatred in an instant.The next morning, I woke up with an empty feeling. Julian had already gone to work, leaving a warm cup of tea on the bedside table with a small note:"Have a wonderful day, my wife. I love you." I smiled faintly, but the smile didn't reach my heart.I spent the morning sitting in the living room, watching TV without really seeing it. The maids were busy cleaning the house, sweeping, mopping, and tidying the furniture. I felt like a decoration in my own home. They didn't need me. Julian didn't need me. Everyone was busy with their own affairs, and I just sat here, fat and pregnant."Madam, would you like me to prepare a snack?" asked one of the
Two weeks later.The courthouse stood tall with its classic European-style architecture. Its white marble pillars seemed to have witnessed thousands of divorces within its walls. Today, another one would be added to that long list.My divorce.Today I wore a simple black dress. Not too tight, not t
Two weeks later, the wedding actually happened.It wasn't a small courthouse wedding like I had imagined. Julian held a reception at a five-star hotel with a garden as big as a football field. White flowers hung from every corner, crystal chandeliers sparkled above the guests' heads, and a small or
Julian fell silent.His blue eyes stared at me without expression. I could see something shifting in them, but I couldn't read what it was. Seconds passed that felt like hours.I bit my lower lip, suddenly realizing how stupid my words had been. Where was my brain when I said that? Julian had just
The car drove away from the courthouse, leaving Diego's frozen figure in the rearview mirror. I watched him until he disappeared, then turned to Julian.His words were still echoing in my head. Five years. "I've been waiting for you for five years.""I...""Don't talk yet," he cut in gently. His ha







