Rachel's P.O.V.
"What the fuck!", The doctor yelled.
I watched as Belle fell to the ground and the light seemed to leave her eyes.
She deserved it. She took all the light out of my life.
I snapped back into consciousness as I felt handcuffs on my wrists.
"What are you doing let me go! Let me go!", I yelled.
"You're going to jail!", The police yelled at me.
"I'm pregnant please," I said. They lifted up my shirt and noticed the fake pregnancy belly.
The police officers shook their heads and lead me out the hospital.
Few weeks later.....
"Why did you do it?", The reporter asked.
"People here constantly ask me the same thing, but they would never understand unless they understood the full story," I said, laughing miserably.
"What's the full story?", The reporter asked curiously.
"Marciello and I were in love at the tender age of 20. We stayed together, I killed people for him, we were as perfect as perfect can be," I said smiling.
"When we were both 22, Marciello proposed and of course I said yes. We got married the same day at the justice of peace. Life was great and we seemed so perfect. "
I paused, sucking in a breath.
"Until Mattel came by one day. He came in describing a woman whose beauty was as great as Nefertiti's. He called her an angel and said she looked like she had fallen from heaven. Marciello and I were happy for him and I was especially happy, I had just found out I was pregnant with our first born," I said, remembering the feeling of the baby inside me.
"One day Marciello left the house and came back happier than I had ever seen him. I never knew why he was so happy and I never asked why," I said, remembering the day.
"2 weeks passed by and I told Marciello about my pregnancy thinking he would be happy, but he wasn't. He wanted me to abort the baby, but I refused. Next thing I know I miscarried and Marciello slammed divorce papers on the table.The divorce was finalized unbelievably fast. 2 weeks later I hear from my friend that he is married to Belle.
I think you could understand why I hate her," I said, finishing the last part.
"So everything was perfect with you two? There were no problems in the marriage?", The reporter asked.
"No we were great," I said, shaking my head.
"Your story is interesting. We've pulled up some information that states your marriage to him was nothing but a business transaction. Marciello married you because your father would give him a share of his company," the reporter said.
"He loved me!", I said.
"We have the contract. It stated that after 5 years of marriage Marciello would be allowed to divorce you unless you had a child," the reporter said.
I felt my anger flare up, how did she know this.
"Is that why you decided to get pregnant? You knew your contract was running up and you needed to keep him," the reporter said.
"Why does it matter? Why are you asking me this?!", I yelled.
"The people want to know. The people want the full story and you agreed to give it to us," the reporter said.
"I loved him! I always loved him ever since I first saw him. I knew he was trying to up his resume in the business world so I got my father to make that deal with him. He agreed to it, I didn't force him. Everything he has is because of me! I got him started in the business world, I'm the reason people took him seriously. It was his association with my last name that put him on. Then when he rises to the top he wants to forget about me and move on to that tramp!", I yelled.
"But did he ever love you?," The reporter asked.
I was so exhausted.
"I don't know, I don't know anything anymore?", I said, breaking down and crying.
"So you did all of this for a man that never loved you. Such a shame," the reporter commented.
"He could have learned to love me if she never came into the picture," I said, sobbing hard.
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Well that's that.
What do you think about this?
