My heart was instantly shattered the moment Mike and his parents left the ward, leaving just me and my parents, who were both gawking and glaring daggers at me.
 
Mom was looking utterly disappointed, and Dad was looking engraved and somewhat disgraced.
 
Somehow, I could understand why Mom was really mad and angry about this whole scenario. Mom is a typical Christian, and such acts seem like an abomination to her.
 
But why can't she trust me? Why don't they believe I never did such a thing? I'm their daughter; they should know and understand me better than anyone else. So why aren't they supporting me? Is there perhaps something I don't know of? Are Mom and Dad hiding something from me?
 
Just as I was about to open my mouth to ask what was piling up in my heart, Dad's angry voice resounded through the entire room.
 
"Are you happy now? You've ruined our entire lives; you must be over 

'Oh, lord'
 
I exclaimed inwardly. This guy looks way too handsome for my system to contain.
  
I looked away, staring at the space as I gulped at nothing while hugging tightly onto the folder I was carrying.
 
"I'm not a bit affected by them anymore; it's already in the past," I muttered, but he just chuckled in return.
 
"We can lie to others, but never to ourselves," he replied, and then took a large stride to the biggest chair in the living room.
 
He took his seat, and a maid walked up to him with a glass of red wine.
Mason Grant, Accepted the glass and then twirled it with his gaze, never leaving my body, which made me nervous.
 
"Your room..." he began but paused as if something suddenly struck him.
 
"Where do you want to live?" Mason asked out of the blue, and I was stunned.
 
Wasn't this his mansion? Why was he asking for my opinion? What if I say his bedroom?
 
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I stood staring at the giant golden gate that was standing right in front of me. My two bags were right beside me, and I was holding a folder.
 
'Mason Mansion' was boldly written on the placard that was hung on the gate. I was offered to stay here until I felt better and was strong enough to live on my own.
 
I don't know how to appreciate or chastise him. I hate the fact that I'm still alive. It feels like I'm an empty vessel, but deep within me, I'm happy.
 
Glad that there was someone in this world who saw my potential and dreams as something beneficial.
 
“Welcome, ma'am. Please come in. I'll take your bags.” A man dressed in all black said as he offered to carry my bags.
 
I smiled, ready to dismiss him, but he had already taken a large stride towards me and slipped my two bags as he began walking away.
 
“Wow, I felt amazed. An outsider can trust me with his gold-plated mansion, but my own family can't. How pathetic of you, Olivia,” I mumbled to myself.
 
BACKTRACK TO A WEEK AGO, I peeled my eyes open to meet the disgusting looks from the Anderson couple. I was stunned as I looked around in surprise.
 
Mom and Dad have come to visit me, but they weren't alone; Mike and his parents were also there, but something just doesn't sit right. Why were they looking at me like some disgusting entity?
 
“Mom, Dad,” I muttered weakly, but instead of responding, Dad just huffed and snorted.
 
“Ooh, I was getting impatient, but it's a good thing you are finally awake. Tell us, Livia, did we raise you like this? When did you become a slut?”
 He shrieked, and I almost went deaf from the loud shout.
 
"Dad!" I snapped, despite the pain all over my body. I might be feeling weak, but that doesn't mean my sense of understanding has deteriorated. I very well understand what and who a slut is.
 
"Why would you say such a thing about me?" I inquired unhappily.
 
Mike let out a sarcastic laugh before anyone could say a single word.
 
"Do you think your secrets would be hidden forever, or do you think you were smart enough that I wouldn't find out about all the nasty things you did behind my back?" he said with a smirk as he eyed my entire weak state.
 
"Excuse me," I frowned as I glared at him.
 
"Do you want to explain these?" He asked as he threw stacks of photos at me. I felt insulted and humiliated, but I still managed to reach out for the closest photo.
 
All the blood in me went down the drain as my expression turned pale and my body began to tremble.
 
"What is this? Who made this?" I yelled, but they all snorted while staring disdainfully at me.
 
"Oh, stop pretending already; we already know all the things you've done." you are also seeing it, How can a pregnant married woman do such an abominable act?" Mike's mom spat as she pointed at me.
 “How can I even believe the dead child is Mike's baby?” she questioned rudely.
"These are all Photoshop photos. Mike has done this. Believe me, these aren't true. And Mike is responsible for my miscarriage. Why are you all blaming me?" I yelled.
 
"Quiet Livia, no one here is your mate," Mom snapped at me.
 
"What do you mean? Do you think my son would stoop so low as to Photoshop a photo of you and another man sleeping naked in bed? How can you be so shameless?" 
Mike's dad's shrill voice echoed through the entire room.
 
I felt embarrassed as I looked at them. Mike had gone too far. How could he do such a thing to me? I've never hurt him before. I've never done anything against his rules, but he did this to me.
 
"I'm going, to be frank here, Mr. Anderson, this marriage can't continue. I can't ruin my son's good life by making him stick with this slut of your daughter forever,"
 Mike's mom muttered as she brought some files from her bag.
 
"I'll say it again: I'm not a slut. Mike is the male whore who goes after ladies with big asses and boobs. He's the b*tch responsible for my miscarriage, and I swear, he's going to pay for it. So don't you dare call me a slacker?”
I was just about to complete my words when a resounding slap landed on my cheek.
 
Shocked, I covered my cheek which was burning hot, and then I turned to see Dad glaring angrily and furiously at me.
 
"Don't you know any shame?" He spat.
 
"You still confidently look into our eyes after sleeping with different men despite being married, and you dare to accuse Mike?" 
“So what if Mike had slept out with other ladies? That wouldn't have happened if you gave him everything he wanted. I never knew you were such a sex freak, Livia," he mocked, looking at me like some unfortunate object.
 
I could feel Mike's smirk from the side. As much as I wanted to rip the smirk from his face, I was highly disappointed by my parents.
 
"Save the drama! Mr. Anderson, the main reason I'm still standing here is that I want to end everything before leaving this place.”
“So please tell your daughter to sign these divorce papers. As compensation for what she had done to our son, we are not going to leave a dime for her." Mike's mom said as she stuck the papers into Dad's hand.
 
Dad didn't look surprised at all, and he immediately shoved a pen in my hand. While pointing at the place I needed to sign with a death glare.
 
"Sign it, and let's get over this," he ordered.
 
I was still trying to process what was happening. Mike wanted a divorce, and since I refused, he came up with a scheme to frame me and paint me as a bad person in front of both our parents. He also made me lose my most precious possession, my baby.
 
Why wasn't anyone understanding my point? Why wasn't anyone talking about my dead baby? Even my parents are acting ignorant. Why aren't they trusting me like they always used to? And Dad raised his hand to slap me.
 
I gawked at Mike with red eyes as I opened the cap of the pen and then signed the divorce papers.

My heart was instantly shattered the moment Mike and his parents left the ward, leaving just me and my parents, who were both gawking and glaring daggers at me.
 
Mom was looking utterly disappointed, and Dad was looking engraved and somewhat disgraced.
 
Somehow, I could understand why Mom was really mad and angry about this whole scenario. Mom is a typical Christian, and such acts seem like an abomination to her.
 
But why can't she trust me? Why don't they believe I never did such a thing? I'm their daughter; they should know and understand me better than anyone else. So why aren't they supporting me? Is there perhaps something I don't know of? Are Mom and Dad hiding something from me?
 
Just as I was about to open my mouth to ask what was piling up in my heart, Dad's angry voice resounded through the entire room.
 
"Are you happy now? You've ruined our entire lives; you must be over the moon." He yelled, and I shivered in fright because I'd never seen Dad so angry before.
 
"Dad, w

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