This Is My Ending.

"Aysha." Adrian called out to me.

"Seems like you guys are having too much fun. Sorry to interrupt." I said mockingly.

"What the hell are you doing here." That word stopped me cold.

"What the fuck do you mean, what am I doing here? In my own fucking house? Are you serious right now, Adrian Damascus." This man had me fucked up.

"Your house. Please." Mira laughed, sliding into his shirt like the lover she clearly thought she was.

"Yes. My house. I'm his wife, and this house belongs to me."

"Poor you. You still think you're a wife." She smirked, dripping with confidence. "News flash, sweetie. You were never one."

I looked at Adrian, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He stayed quiet. He didn't even bother looking at me.

"What the hell is she talking about, Adrian." My voice shook.

"Did you ever stop to ask yourself why he married you and never once showed you love? This man abuses you constantly and your weak self just stays." She sat herself right on his lap like she belonged there.

"He loved me. That's why he married me."

She burst out laughing like I'd just told the funniest joke of her life.

"Love you?" She turned to Adrian. "Tell her, baby. Let her know since her nosy ass already caught us. Might as well spill it all."

She kissed him again, no shame, no hesitation, right in front of me.

"Fine, if you must know so badly." He shrugged like none of this mattered. "I married you to inherit my father's companies. It was the clause. Marry his best friend's daughter or lose everything."

My world cracked open. Twelve years of my life flashed in front of me and none of it felt real anymore. My knees buckled and I hit the floor.

"I... I don't understand." My voice broke. "You told me you loved me. We dated for two years. Married for ten. What the hell are you saying right now."

"The truth."

"I gave you twelve years, Adrian. Twelve fucking years. And this is how you pay me back? You used me. Why didn't you let me go the second you got what you wanted? Why drag this out? Why make me waste my life on you when you had nothing real to give me?" I screamed it through tears I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Because the clause said you had to be the one to leave. But you never would. No matter what I did to you, you stayed. No pride. No self respect. That's exactly why I could never love you. You're weak, Aysha. Pathetic. You were never built for a man like me." He glanced at Mira and smiled. "Unlike my baby girl here. She's a trophy. She's perfect."

He kissed her again, lifted her off the floor, and carried her up the stairs like I wasn't even standing there. Like twelve years of marriage had just evaporated into nothing.

I sat on that floor until I had no tears left to cry.

There was nothing left in me. No purpose. No reason to keep fighting for a life that was never mine to begin with.

I dragged myself up to my room and stood in front of the mirror. The woman staring back at me didn't look like me anymore. Her eyes were empty. Hollow. Like whatever made her alive had already packed up and left, leaving the body behind to figure out what came next.

This is how it ends, I thought. Right here.

The walls of my room suddenly felt too close, too tight, like they were closing in on me. I grabbed my phone and the few things I couldn't leave without and walked out.

The door across from mine was cracked open. I caught a glimpse of Mira straddling him, laughing like nothing in the world was wrong. Like they hadn't just destroyed me a few feet away. They looked happy. Too happy.

I didn't say anything. I just walked.

On my way down the stairs my eyes landed on the study, and my mind went straight back to the divorce papers I'd found weeks ago. I'd been too scared to face it then. I ignored it, told myself I imagined it. But now my feet carried me right back into that room.

The papers were still there. Already signed. His signature sitting at the bottom like it had been waiting for me this whole time.

I almost laughed.

"He really was getting ready to throw me away. Even without telling me." My hands were shaking as I picked up the pen. "Guess I'll save him the trouble."

I signed my name under his and left it exactly where I found it.

Then I walked out of that house for the last time. No looking back. No second thoughts.

I got in my car and drove. I didn't even know where I was going, I just needed to be anywhere that wasn't there.

My hands were still shaking when I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in years.

It rang twice before it picked up.

"I need you. Please." My voice cracked.

"Aysha? What's wrong. Where are you?" His voice was sharp, alert.

"I'll send you my location."

"Don't move. I'm coming. I'm on my way right now."

I hit send on my location and let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

Headlights filled my rearview mirror.

Too close. Too fast.

I barely had time to register it before the impact threw my car off the road, metal screeching against metal, the world spinning around me in a blur of light and noise.

Then nothing.

Unknown POV:

"It's done."

"Good. Your payment has been sent."

He hung up the phone and looked out at the wreckage from a distance, watching the smoke curl into the night sky.

"Sleep well, Aysha," he muttered. "You won't be waking up from this one."