The Twins and My Escape to Freedom

I stood by the window, staring blankly outside. I felt shattered, still unable to process my husband’s betrayal. I had donated my bone marrow to save his life, only to be betrayed in the end.

“How could you do this to me?”

Memories of taking care of Edgar during his recovery still haunted me. I remembered his promises to always be grateful and to treasure my sacrifices.

But reality was cruel. Edgar broke his promises, betrayed my trust, and chose Grace over me.

I sighed heavily and made up my mind, it was time to leave. I couldn’t let myself drown in sadness anymore.

Hearing the door open, I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks and pretended to sip on a mug of hot chocolate while gazing at the falling snow.

“Grace is home,” Edgar said casually. I hummed in response, uninterested.

“Don’t you feel guilty about the way you treat her?” he asked, disbelief coloring his tone.

“Why should I?” I replied flatly.

“You really have no heart, Sharon.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion. Oh, the irony. I wanted to yell that those words should’ve been aimed at him, but I was too tired to argue. It finally hit me, our relationship had always been a mistake.

“You expect me to apologize to her? To treat her kindly in my own house? Is that it?” I asked sarcastically.

“Yes! You know, Grace often cries because of the things you say. And she speaks so highly of you to everyone.”

Pathetic. And what was that? Speaks highly of me? Yeah, right. She’s just fishing for attention.

I turned to face him, watching his annoyed expression.

“Fine, I’ll apologize. How about we throw your birthday party here in the penthouse? Wouldn’t that be great?”

“Perfect. But you’ll handle everything yourself. Don’t even think about making Grace help you.”

“No problem. I can manage just fine,” I said, forcing a smile.

I watched Edgar walk to the bathroom. Once I finished my hot chocolate, I went straight to bed.

The next day, I contacted my family lawyer, Isabella Thompson. Three days later, I received the finalized divorce papers. I didn’t want to wait any longer to endure Edgar’s cruelty or his immoral behavior. My lawyer would deliver the papers to Edgar as a final birthday gift from me.

My hand trembled as I signed the documents. I won’t lie; this marriage, built on one-sided love, had finally come to an end. It was time to move on, to free myself from the toxic hold Edgar had over me. The single tear rolling down my cheek would be the last one I shed for him.

I packed my belongings into suitcases and left the penthouse, which was being decorated for his party. I moved quickly to the private garage on the same floor and got into my car. Everything had to be done before Edgar returned from work that afternoon.

Later that evening, Edgar invited Grace and his friends over, turning the space we once shared into a lively, crowded party. Watching them through the CCTV connected to my laptop, I observed their fake smiles and laughter from a hotel room two blocks away.

I listened closely through my earpods, the sound from the penthouse perfectly transmitted through the bug I had planted earlier.

Edgar was engrossed with his friends, unaware that I hadn’t prepared anything I promised. Hours passed before he finally noticed my absence.

“Where’s your wife, Edgar?” one of his friends asked.

“Yeah, wasn’t she supposed to prepare something for us? Is she still asleep?”

Edgar didn’t answer. His silence revealed that he, too, found my absence strange.

Grace, sitting nearby, hesitated before speaking. “Edgar, do you think Sharon’s still mad at me?”

Edgar’s head snapped toward her, his eyes sharp. “She shouldn’t act like this.”

“But she’s not here. Maybe… maybe she really doesn’t want me around. I think I should leave,” Grace said softly.

“No,” Edgar replied, shaking his head and rising from his seat. He looked ready to check every corner of the penthouse to find me.

But before he could, the doorbell rang, loud and clear.

A small smile formed on my lips as I watched the CCTV feed of my lawyer, Bella, standing in the hallway. Edgar opened the door with a confused expression.

“Excuse me, may I speak to Mr. Edgar Harrison?” Bella asked, her voice amplified through the mic I had attached to her brooch.

“That’s me. Who are you?” Edgar asked, frowning.

“I’m Isabella Thompson, the Wright family lawyer. I’m here to deliver your divorce papers on behalf of Ms. Sharon Wright.”

Edgar froze, his shock evident as he snatched the envelope Bella handed him. He ripped it open hastily, scanning the documents to confirm her words.

“This can’t be real! Sharon wouldn’t leave me!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of denial and anger.