..Out of the Blue ..💙

17. What a Day

Zoya's POV

I'd been crying the whole night, feeling betrayed, overwhelmed and every worse emotion all at once. She knows the truth; I don't know what I'm going to do. I love my daughter. I looked again at her innocent face; she was sleeping peacefully. I don't know if I can win you over, I said to her in a low voice as tears filled my eyes.

Last night was a mess; maybe this was all for the best. Monica has everything I never had: beauty, power, wealth, respect. And what do I have? Nothing. I was nothing but a broke stripper with zero respect in society, living on a lie that I work as an employee in a company. Desperate enough to sleep with someone in case of urgency. A homewrecker, college dropout—and the list goes on. How miserable it sounded. At least my daughter is living a good life here with her actual mother. Who am I, even? I don't know why I felt like dying. There's no meaning to my life anymore. I'll let her have her way; she found her daughter, she's capable enough.

I got ready early; to my surprise, Monica was also up. Why is she early? None of my business. She looked in my direction, but I couldn't hold eye contact for long, so I broke it off and walked outside, feeling a little dizzy from lack of sleep. Her guards weren't seen; thank God.

Monica's POV

I was going to meet John. Why is she so early today? And her eyes seem to hold a thousand unspoken words, weighted by sleeplessness. And where's she off to? I need to talk to her, but I think I should give her some space and clearly don't want to buy her dignity, so I've ordered my staff not to force her into anything or follow her.

I sipped my coffee. "Where's Mommy?" Athena came down, rubbing her eyes. "Mommy is off to work early, baby; her boss called; it's something urgent. I'll drop you off at nursery, okay." But Mommy never leaves without saying bye to me, she said with an upset face. "It's okay; we'll punish your mommy together by not allowing her to work next weekend." Is that so? Yes. Really? Yes. Come here; have breakfast. I was happy seeing her smile.

For some reason, I felt really odd. Where was she off to, anyway?

I need to know why he did it. "I don't know; Monica, ask your dead husband," he said in a mocking tone. He's testing my patience.
"Look, John, I am here for clarity. I believed Rishi loved Zoya. Then why did he betray her like this? I mean, that girl is beyond broken." I know Rishi alone would never come up with this idea. "Oh, for God's sake, shut up, Monica. You think you knew Rishi that well. You were nothing but a cold-blooded vampire who failed to love her man and was happy for him when he found a mistress."

I rose from my seat. "Mind your words." I think I am leaving. I've got my answer; you were the one who injected those poisonous thoughts into my husband. Doesn't even know why he saw you as a friend; you're nothing but a bloody asshole.

"Husband," he chuckled. "Your husband, for God's sake, Monica—you never loved him. Suddenly, he's your husband." You know what? You failed as a wife, as a mother and everything. He was getting on my nerves. Look what happened to you; you failed to protect your husband, you failed to love him. You failed to love your kid. And you failed to protect your son. And look at you, Monica—all of them are dead, and you're out here blaming me for all the miseries in your life. How convenient.

"And what now? You found you had another child, too. What are you going to do? Make her like you? I think she's better with that hot chick—what was her name? Ah, Zoya. She's much better than you. I bet she still looks hot...and she can give birth, not like you."

I couldn't let him complete his sentence before I slapped him. Yeah, I slapped him in the face. I couldn't take it any longer; I've never liked him from the past. I've told Rishi multiple times that he's not worth it; he's nothing but a douchebag, but he never listened. But this time, he crossed all my limits.