Chapter 4

• NADIN'S POV
• Being in the room alone that same evening.
• It just occurred to me while I had some moments of serenity that I was 4 weeks pregnant which I intended to keep away from Ethan, even before the divorce and then subsequently the acid incident
• He had always insisted he was not ready to have kids while we were married, so there was no need of letting him know about it then.
• Then, he made sure we used protection while getting intimate, but I had to find a way to secure his sperm from the cond*m, the last time we did.
• The whole experience I've had is beginning to reflect again as if it just happened the previous day.
• And I was sure the doctor must have flushed it out once they discovered it because of my condition then.
• I wouldn't want to discuss that with anyone, not even Luciano because that was not necessary.
• Besides, the doctor must have let him know before doing so.
• I looked out the blurred window, not far from where I sat on my bed, and noticed the rainstorm coming down in a torrential fashion.
• I stood up and got close to the window.
• The sound of thunder and the intensity of lightning were so terrifying that I felt like I was the one chosen to suffer the world's wrath.
• At the same time, hot tears were pouring down my cheeks for no reason, and the thunder was so loud that it was impossible to hear my cries.
• I think the rain seemed to share the sorrow I had inside me, like it was mourning along with me. Likewise, I was convinced that it had a way of understanding the depths of my pain at this moment.
• This pain.
• The trauma.
• The emotional torture and torture.
• Everything seemed to linger in my heart.
• The truth is, I don't think the pain of betrayal by the one I loved and my step sister will ever go away.
• Even though I tried to force myself to take it down, it wasn't too easy.
• One thing is to make up your mind to forget certain things, and the other is to let it be that way.
• Part of me wants to forget everything about them and move on with the new family that welcomed me.
• After all, they must have forgotten about me, thinking I was dead by now.
• But No! After a long absence, I will return to take possession of what is rightfully mine.
• I rubbed my chest, trying to ease the pain that seemed to swell in there, but it had no effect, as I could still feel it right inside.
• The last thing I could remember Ethan saying to me was that I was dead to him and that he no longer wanted to have anything to do with me.
• I never knew there was a bigger plan to end my life.
• Knowing it isn't worth the hassle, I try so hard to shake off the heaviness that settles over my heart.
• They never loved me, and I need to get off that fallacy.
• “Please make it stop. Make the emotional torture stop.” I pleaded with whichever higher power was there to listen to me.
• Now, I was so tired of tearing myself up, but I can't seem to stop.
• Furthermore, I wish I could go back in time and change things about myself.
• However, it's a thing of the past, and once it happens, you can never change it.
• With that thought in mind, I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my fists in pain
• I didn't realize I was standing for almost half an hour, still shedding uncontrollable tears.
• Abruptly, I took out the knife I had hidden under the pillow and cut the front of my wrist.
• I needed my blood to flow in as much as my tears did in agony.
• In no time, I fell to the ground, but I was conscious.
• I noticed someone rushed into my room and asked in shock, “What are you doing?”
• That was Luciano.
• “Do you want to kill yourself?”
• This time he shouted angrily, seeing blood dripping from my hand.
• “I want revenge. I want all of them to go to hell.”
• “If you must do that, then you need to at least stay alive.” He retorted immediately, at a calmer tone pace. It was just the opposite of the last tone he used.
• He got the home nurse who came and stopped the bleeding with a first aid treatment.
• After the nurse left, Luciano sat me down, facing opposite him.
• “This is your new ID.” He said, handing over what appeared to be a document he had come in with.
• “It says that you are Jasmine Damon…
• Grew up in an orphanage.
• Graduated from Evergreen University.
• This way, I think it will lower their awareness and make it difficult for them to suspect anything. I think this is what you want right now.”
• That was indeed so thoughtful of him.
• I was dumbfounded by how he went out of his way to get this done just for my sake.
• I couldn't help but hug him, but still couldn't say a single word.
• After he let out of my embrace, he continued, “You can leave anytime you wish—tomorrow…, next.
• But always remember, this is your home after all.
• And if you ever need my help with anything, please don't hesitate to contact me. Before you know it, I will be at your beck and call.”
• “Thank you so much. All these wouldn't have been possible without you. I owe you.” I finally managed to say when I could hold back my words.
• “You don't have to feel indebted; I just want to see you happy. I hope you are cool with the idea.”
• Was he kidding me?
• “Of course, that was just the perfect idea. I never thought of it all this time.” I replied to him, looking overjoyed.
• Now, I see that what held me back was how and where to start, but that has now been resolved.
• I need to see it this way: I think the pain makes me who I am now.
• Nevertheless, I remembered that I had promised myself at the hospital bed that I would no longer be less nor allow anyone to look down on me or put me down.
• The days of karma are about to descend upon them, and it signals the end of their good days.
• Ethan, Bella’s princely and princess-like lives are over.