I'll Stay until the 101st Time He Leaves Me Broken

Davina’s POV

The car slowed to a stop in front of the house, but Daxon made no move to get out.

I frowned at him, and he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

He cleared his throat before explaining, “There’s this… thing. Cleo’s cheer squad needs a football for their graduation routine. I was thinking maybe she could borrow the one we have.”

The football.

The one I gave him when the team nearly kicked him out.

The one that made history in their final game.

The one he clutched, saying he’d keep it forever—because it was from me.

Now he wanted to hand it off like a meaningless prop for someone else’s celebration.

He looked at me, waiting.

I nodded. “No problem.”

His relief was instant. He pulled me into a hug—until I turned my face away before he could kiss me.

His smile faltered. Just for a second. Then he straightened.

“If it’s urgent, why don’t you bring it to her now?”

The light returned to his face like someone had flipped a switch. He grabbed the ball and bounced to the door, turning to call out, “Once Cleo’s graduation’s over, we’ll finally do the wedding. I swear—no more delays this time!”

I smiled and said nothing.

Because I knew—our wedding was never going to happen.

As his car sped away, I stroked my belly with my hand. “Baby, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I once promised to give you a happy life, but it looks like I’m going to break that promise. Please don’t hate Mommy, okay?”

On the way to the hospital, my cab slowed near the entrance. That’s when I saw her.

Cleo. She was outside the OB-GYN wing.

I froze. My trembling hand clutched my belly.

Then I caught a flash of movement in the hallway. Familiar shoulders. Familiar walk.

Daxon.

Before I could think, my phone buzzed. I opened it, and the world dropped out.

Dozens of videos. Dim lighting. Bare skin. His body. Her sounds.

Faces out of frame, but it didn’t matter. I knew that muscular back. Those hands. That voice.

The moaning. The gasping. The rhythm. The way she whispered his name between breaths.

It was the kind of explicit scene that would make anyone’s face flush and heart race.

But I didn’t blink.

Even though I already knew there was no blood relation between Daxon and Cleo—that everything that should and shouldn’t have happened between them already had—I still couldn’t stop my heart from aching when it was presented so blatantly in front of me.

I quickly wiped the tears off my face.

But when I looked up, I saw her. She gave me a provocative look.

That’s when I knew. She sent them. Every photo. Every video.

‘She wants to replace me as Daxon’s wife. Fine. She can take it.’

I finished my check-up, walked outside, and turned down the steps… when a car came hurtling toward me.

I instinctively stepped back, but the next moment, a hard shove sent me forward—I crashed straight into the car.

I slammed into the car hood before collapsing on the pavement.

All I could do was curl inward, my arms around my belly.

But my leg twisted at a wrong angle.

The pain exploded like lightning, branching up my spine. All the sensations in my body seemed to converge in my leg. Even the wind brushing against my skin made the pain worse.

Then I heard her.

“Ouch! Ouch! My ankle! Daxon, come help me!”

I twisted around. She was looking down at me like a victor, pretending to clutch her perfectly fine ankle.

I was sure now. ‘She’s the one who pushed me just moments ago!’

Daxon arrived moments later, his eyes darting between us as if asking why the two women in his life were there.

Cleo burst into tears on cue like a pitiful kid.

“Daxon, that car almost hit me! I tried to pull Davina back, but she pushed me toward it! Look—my ankle!”

Just like that, Daxon’s brows knitted together as he looked at me.

My fractured leg was hidden under my long skirt. He probably didn’t understand why I was slumped on the ground. He just sighed, then turned to lift Cleo into his arms.

As she rose, her foot struck my shin hard right where the bone was already broken.

I bit the inside of my cheek hard and swallowed every scream.

In my head, I just counted.

‘One hundred. Daxon, this is it—let’s never see each other again!’