Winning Her Heart Again novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Pregnant

Jasmine’s POV

I slowly lose my strength. I feel weak and numb. I can’t accept this reality. My husband wanted a divorce, and my best friend died. I sob hard. Please tell me this is just a joke. A nightmare, I badly want to wake up now.

Nothing could hurt more than this day. Why did all of this happen now? Why? What did I do to deserve all of this?

“He’s having an affair,” I murmured weakly. My tears kept streaming down my face. I stared at the pictures attached to the letter. Diane was right. There’s another woman. But I’m still forcing myself not to believe it.

I trust him so much. I gave him everything: my time, love, and care. I even stopped pursuing my dream just to be with him. Love is cruel, and love is very painful. And I know, at this moment, our love is slowly fading.

My hands are trembling. I don’t know what to feel anymore. Angry, sorrow, disappointment, it’s all mixed. I hurriedly left the hospital. I want to see for myself, with my own eyes, how he betrayed me.

“This is the place where they often meet,” Diane wrote at the end of her letter. I immediately went to that place. It is a five-star luxurious hotel. I wiped the tears from my eyes before entering, but the guards quickly blocked my way.

“You’re not allowed to enter, ma’am,” One of them said. I shook my head. “I just want to see something. Please, just let me in,” I tearfully said. But they firmly said no and shook their heads.

“That’s impossible, ma’am. The hotel is reserved tonight for VIP guests.” No. I need to know if he’s inside with his mistress. It is now or never.

“But my husband is inside. I need to talk to him. Please, this is important,” I begged. They all shook their head again. “That’s impossible, ma’am. Please leave before we force you to. We don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head and insisted on entering. They stopped me, grabbed both of my hands and escorted me outside.

“What’s going on here.” Someone asked them. The guards stopped pulling me. “She wanted to get inside, madame.” One of the guards answered.

I looked at the woman who spoke. But I was stunned by what I saw. Travis, he’s here—with her? I saw shock in his eyes, but it only lasted for a few seconds.

I was about to speak when the woman beside him spoke. “Why are you causing chaos here?” she asked me. My gaze travelled to her hand. She was holding my husband’s arm.

I couldn’t believe it. He betrayed me for so long. I feel foolish for believing he wouldn’t hurt me like this. I’d rather accept his cold and distant demeanour than see him having an affair with another woman.

A thousand knives pierced into my heart. How could he? We’ve been in a relationship for eight years. And he wasted it. He damn ruined my trust. I don’t know if I can trust again.

“Travis—” I called his name, but he looked away. The woman looked at him, “Do you know her?” She asked. Please don’t deny me. I prayed. But my world completely crumbled when he shook his head. He denied me.

“No, I don’t know her.” He doesn’t know me? I’m his damn wife! Why would he do this to me? I was lost for words. I can’t even move.

“Oh, maybe another crazy admirer,” she said and chuckled. “Alright. Let’s get inside. I’m starving.” He nodded and placed his hand on her back. I can’t believe him. He not only hurt me but also killed me in the worst possible way.

When they got inside, I called his name again, hoping that we would look back and change his mind. But reality hit me hard. He never looked back. They slowly faded from my vision.

I found myself sitting on the floor. I feel weak. Eight long years; this is how everything will end. My vision slowly blurred until the darkness took me.

When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital. Pain and hatred, that’s all I feel. I despised my husband for betraying me. But I hate myself more for letting him hurt me like this.