Once the Forgotten Wife, Now His Biggest Regret

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: I’m leaving my scumbag husband for good

It had been seven years since I had looked into these dark brown eyes that looked at me like I was the world, seven years since I left him standing alone in the pouring rain.

Before Lucas, before the pregnancy, I had Rhys. He was the one who had been by my side for more than three years. He had even proposed to me with the most beautiful blue sapphire ring because it reminded him of my eyes. The wedding was set for next fall, our favourite season of the year.

Everything was perfect, and I couldn’t be happier.

But in one night, everything changed.

My memories from that day were still fuzzy. All I remembered was that my sister was beside me as we downed multiple cranberry vodka shots. The next thing I knew, I woke up naked in bed with my sister’s fiancé, and was accused of being a homewrecker.

I went home crying that night, guilt eating me alive. Deep down, I wanted so badly to believe that I wouldn’t do this to him, yet the what-ifs haunted me. I couldn’t remember anything for the life of me. But nothing could change the fact that I had betrayed Rhys one way or another.

So I ruthlessly broke off our engagement. Told him I was pregnant with another man’s child, made him hate me so that he would leave. After all, he deserved someone better than me.

All these years, I always wished I could see him again. There were so many things I wanted to say, I wanted to throw my arms around him and tell him how much I missed him. But now that he was standing in front of me, I remained rooted to the ground.

"Hi." Silence stretched between us. "I—uh—how have you been?"

"Good," his reply was curt, and I felt the sting.

But he had every right to hate me after what I did. After all, he must have heard about my pregnancy and marriage to Lucas on the news. He must have thought that I cheated on him.

"Me too," I said before realising that he had not reciprocated the question, but was instead staring at me with a stoic expression the whole time.

"I’m sorry, but I’m really busy today."

I blinked. "Oh, right. Of course. I wouldn’t want to hold you back then."

"Yeah," he paused. "Goodbye, Evelyn."

Just as he was about to walk away, I blurted out, "Wait!" My fingers twitched in his direction before hopelessly falling back down to my side. Our eyes locked as he arched a brow at me, waiting for me to say something. "It was...nice seeing you again."

An unreadable expression crossed his face for a split second. "Yeah," he muttered. And just like that, he disappeared into the crowd.

***

I finally found my way home later that night.

But when the door swung open, the first thing that greeted me wasn’t concern or worry.

"Where the hell have you been?" Lucas asked through gritted teeth as he roughly grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me inside. "Do you think you could just go off without a word and do whatever you like?"

He shoved me onto the couch, the smug look written all over his face.

"Kayla needs help with her homework, and Jessica is still having a headache. If you fetch her some medicine and prepare dinner for all of us, then maybe I will forgive you for the stunt you pulled earlier today."

An incredulous chuckle left my parted lips. I guessed my dear husband still needed me after all, but I would not be helping this time round.

I rose from the couch, patting down my blouse before I looked up to meet his eyes. "I don’t need your forgiveness. I’m here to pack my things and leave."

He was still looking at me, bewildered as I rendered him speechless.

"What? Did you think I was joking about the divorce, Lucas Smith?"

I turned to head upstairs to my room when I was met with a hard slap to my face. Pain shot through my body in an instant.

"How dare you divorce my son?" The voice hissed.

It was Cathy who was standing in front of me. My mother-in-law’s sharp brown eyes burned with rage as she glared at me.

"Without my son, you would be nothing but a poor housewife. Everything you have here, the clothes you wear, the food you eat, it’s all my son’s money."

I didn’t let myself get angry, instead, a smirk made its way onto my lips. "Did you forget that my father is the CEO of Harts Group? I was also a renowned surgeon before I left my job to care for Kayla. I have the money. I don’t need his."

"You ungrateful bitch—" she raised her arm, but before she could hit me, my fingers were wrapped tightly around her wrist. I watched her wince as my nails dug into her skin. "Are you crazy? Let me go!"

I released my grip, and she stumbled back. "I’m doing him a favour, Mrs. Smith. Since he likes my sister so much, I shall grant him his wish and leave so that he can have her."

"I already told you this before, nothing is going on between Jessica and me!" Lucas yelled, but his mother rested a hand on his shoulder.

"No, she is right. Let her be." Her attention was now fixed on me. "My son should have never married you. Jessica would have never been like you! You are just a slut who drugged my son and used your pregnancy to marry into a rich family."

I couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of that statement, because it couldn’t be further from the truth. Seven years ago, the Smith Enterprise had hit a rough patch and was on the verge of bankruptcy. If it weren’t for my connections and help behind the scenes after our marriage, his company would have never gotten this far today.

"And why on earth would I want to marry into a family whose company was on the verge of bankruptcy?"

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I turned and walked away before they could finish the sentence.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?"

I ignored Lucas’ question and headed upstairs to my room.

But when I pushed open the door, what greeted me was a mess. The entire room was ransacked. My clothes were tossed onto the bed, and some fell onto the floor. The drawers had been messed with, not a single thing was in place.

Lucas obviously did this out of spite to teach me a lesson, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. The first thing I did was to run to the drawer, looking for one thing only.

It was the only picture I had of my mother before she died in a car crash when I was two. She was holding me in her arms, a warm, gentle smile on her lips as she looked down at me like I was her everything. I looked at this picture whenever I was afraid I would forget how she looked one day.

I started looking through the drawers one by one, searching my entire room, only to find nothing when a voice reached my ears from behind.

"Looking for something?"