Twisted Fate

Chapter One

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Hello! Welcome to the first chapter of Twisted Fate! Thank you for crashing on this storybook and embrace your presence with us.

Thank you for your support, lovelies!

Love, Sarah.

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Was it necessary?

"What?" He snapped.

The heartbreak. Was the heartbreak necessary, my love?

That was the only question I seek from you but it was never once answered. Never.

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How could he?

How could someone just cheat on their spouse, drag her out of their home, and tell her to fuck off with divorce papers?

Another set of thunder echoed through the entire city, sending vibrations straight to my already broken heart. The way it ticked, the way it thumped, the way the thunder explodes, it engulfs my heart.

The heartbreak, the eerie feeling of fear crept up my spine, engulfing straight to my bones. Chilling my skin and wake the non-existent hairs on my neck. I hugged myself tighter, to prevent myself from falling apart. Not at this timing.

Not when I have a baby inside of me.

How could someone just laugh at the sight of a pregnant woman getting dragged out of the door mercilessly?

The thunder clapped again, enveloping the whole city with its power, engulfing my already small petite body with the rain. My legs fall at a slow pace, as tears streamed down my cheeks, blending together with the rain.

Each step; broke my heart even more.

"You're nothing but a useless excuse for a wife!" His voice. The voice that I used to love, the one voice that never fails to put me to sleep every night were the one that uttered those words.

I was trying to yank my arm away from his hold, but he wasn't even budging. He didn't even let me take my clothes, my other belongings. My books.

"You don't deserve anything good in life, and everything that's yours will be mine from now on," he sneered at my face. His grip leaves my arm, as he threw me on the floor at the entrance of our home. His lips curled into a snarl, as he points an index finger on my forehead. "I'm letting you go. Our marriage was a pathetic mistake. Like you. You're nothing but a fucking mistake."

I punched a lamppost next to me, with my right hand. My fist collided with the metallic lampost with anger and I bit my lip to stop myself from squeaking in pain.

Masking and blending my physical pain with my mental one, I continued my way towards nowhere.

New York City is known as a wonderful city that never sleeps, but it definitely isn't close to wonderful once the clock struck eleven in the evening. Especially when the clouds are raining like cats and dogs.