Divorced My Ex, Married His Rival

ROSE

“What did you do?” Jacob’s cold voice came from behind me.

I whirled around to see his eyes burning with hatred and anger as he stared at me.

“Jacob… I –”

My words were cut off by a resounding slap as I clutched my cheeks in pain.

“Jacob… you slapped me?” I croaked out, my voice breaking at the end.

“And I will do worse to you if anything happens to Jenna!” he hissed at me.

Then he brushed past me as he ran toward Jenna. He picked her up bridal style and rushed out of the office whispering soothing words to her.

I followed him, my mind suddenly filled with angry thoughts of being framed for something I didn't do. He didn't even spare me a glance as he got into his car.

I was about to open the passenger’s seat when he zoomed off, leaving me sprawled on the ground. My cheeks heated in embarrassment as I stood up to see his workers staring at me and whispering in hushed voices.

I hailed a cab and went back home. The tears wouldn't stop falling down my cheeks as I stared at the home we'd lived in for five years.

It suddenly felt empty just like my heart. To think that Jacob hadn't even bothered to hear from me he just assumed that I hurt her when she fell on her own.

I opened the wardrobe and began packing my clothes. Deep down I knew I had gone to see Jacob to get some kind of reassurance that would make me stay in this marriage but after what had happened I knew his heart was no longer with me.

There was no point clinging to the shadows of our marriage when everything seemed to have faded into oblivion.

I was halfway done with my suitcase when the door opened and Jacob barged in, his face red with anger. If he noticed what I was doing, he didn't bat an eye.

“Come with me,” he said, yanking my arm.

I pried my arm away from his, “Let me go!”

“Come with me this instant!” he snapped.

“Where are you taking me?” I groaned, resisting.

Jacob was stronger than me so it was easy for him to drag me out of the house.

“We’re going to the hospital. You're going to save Jenna since it’s your fault she's hurt,” Jacob said.

“Save her? I didn't do anything to her. She fell down herself,” I said.

“Stop lying, Rose!” he yelled at me, “Your jealousy almost made you kill someone. How evil can you be? The least you can do is to donate your blood to her so she can survive.”

“But I didn't –”

“I don't want to hear it!” he snapped.

“How can you not believe me but you'd believe an outsider?” I asked.

“Everyone heard Jenna screaming. I heard it too, but you refused to listen and you almost killed her,” Jacob snapped.

He pushed me into the car and got in. As he drove, I realized Jenna had set me up. That was why she had screamed so loud so it would look like I was hurting her.

A bitter smile crossed my lips as I realized even my husband whom I have spent five years with didn't seem to believe me.

We got to the hospital and Jacob dragged me out. Reluctantly, I followed him to the emergency ward where Jenna was admitted.

“Since you care about her so much, why don't you buy blood for her?” I asked, glaring at Jacob.

Jacob stared at me, “Because her blood type isn't available. There were a lot of accident victims admitted today so there's no blood.”

The doctor arrived and Jacob gestured toward me.

“Doctor, she's O+ please prep her and help Jenna,” Jacob pleaded.

His eyes shone with so much care that my heart broke. He's never looked at me like this before for the last three years.

The doctor and nurses took me away as they injected me with something. I drifted out of consciousness.

The next time I opened my eyes, everywhere was so bright my head and my stomach hurt. I groaned and looked around but I didn't see anyone in the room.

“Hello!” I called out.

The door opened and Jacob glared at me, “You’re lucky, Jenna survived.”

I scoffed, “You don't want to know how I'm doing?”

“You’re not the one who had a head injury,” he snapped.

The doctor came inside and stared at me with a sympathetic look.

“Mr. Lowell, you're her husband, right?” the doctor asked.

Jacob stared at me with disdain, “I don't have such a vicious wife.”

Then he walked away ripping the remaining broken pieces of my heart.

“I have some news, Mrs. Lowell,” the doctor sighed.

“What’s wrong?” I queried.

“During our tests, we found out you were one month pregnant,” the doctor said.

I frowned, “Were?”

“You lost the baby during the blood transfusion, I'm sorry,” he apologized.

The world spun as I stared at him, “Why… Why did you draw blood when I was pregnant?”

“Your husband signed it off,” the doctor said.

“Did he… did he know?” I asked, my heart racing as I dreaded the answer.

“Yes,” the doctor answered quietly.