"How could you do this to me?"
She demanded, her heartbeat stopping for a moment.
Maybe this was all just a sick dream. Perhaps she would wake up to find herself lying beside her husband, and it would all have been just a terrible nightmare.
But the harsh reality stared her in the face. Her husband stood before her, his eyes cast downward, unable to meet her gaze.
"If you had the audacity to hide this from me, then you should at least have the courage to look at me, damn it!" she yelled, her frustration boiling over.
He finally raised his head, and their eyes met.
She had once been captivated by those gorgeous grey eyes, enslaved by its glow.
But now, all she wanted to do was lash out at them, to inflict physical pain to match the emotional agony he had caused her.
His voice was barely audible, a mere whisper, as he spoke. "I don't know what to say to Kat."
Her eyes flashed with anger, and her voice trembled as she pointed a shaky finger at him.
"Don't!" she warned. "Don't ever call me that name again."
The situation was unimaginable, like a living nightmare from which she couldn't awaken.
If someone had predicted that her life would take such a devastating turn, she would have laughed in disbelief, scorned the idea.
But now, the harsh reality stared her in the face, leaving stunned and desperate for escape.
"After everything I've done for you, every sacrifice I've made for you, you chose to betray me like this, Donovan," she spat, her voice trembling with rage and hurt.
She clutched her shirt, struggling to steady her breathing as the tightness in her chest constricted.
Each word felt like a fresh wound, the pain unbearable.
Don's gaze remained fixed on the ground, unable to meet her eyes.
Lucia, the mother of Don's son, sat comfortably on the couch, her expression a mask of boredom.
She seemed utterly disinterested in the playing drama.
It was clear that she had orchestrated this confrontation, and Don was merely following her instructions.
Katrina turned, her gaze fell upon the child, cradled in Lucia's arms.
The three-year-old boy, with his black curly hair and adorable button nose, was Donovan's son, the son of her husband of more than three years.
Lucia's hands moved gently, stroking the boy's back in a soothing motion, her face a mask of indifference of what was going on.
Whenever their eyes met, Lucia stared back, her expression, devoid of even a hint of remorse.
The woman's bravenness was infuriating, making her feel like she was losing her grip on sanity.
The urge to scream, to tear her hair out in frustration, was almost too much to bear.
Don and Katrina had been married for years, the result of an arrangement that had always set her heart racing and smiling whenever she remembered that this handsome, loving billionaire was her husband.
Hers alone. She had thought.
Yet, despite the lack of instant chemistry, she had grown to believe that their years together meant more than gold or silver to him.
They had been okay, even fine. Or so she had thought.
The memories of their late-night conversations and whispered 'I love you's' before his official proposal now taunted her.
She had thought they meant something, that they were words that came from the beginning of his heart.
But it seemed she had been terribly, heartbreakingly wrong.
Lucia's voice came out nonchalantly, simultaneously showing impatience.
"Can we just put an end to this melodrama already?" She rolled her eyes, her gaze locking onto Don with an expectation to see him move to action. "Baby, instruct her to pack her belongings and vacate the premises. This is dragging on far too long."
Her words came out with venom.
Lucia Morano, Don's first love, she knew Don used to love her so much but he lied to her it was in the past.
The three-year-old boy, the offspring of their relationship, nestled into the crook of her neck, his curious gaze fixed on Katrina as if trying to identify who she was.
The words stung like a prick under her skin, bringing a deep seated hatred.
Who did Lucia think she was speaking to her with such disrespect? Katrina's gaze shifted to Don, hoping he would reprimand Lucia for her insolence.
But he remained silent, his inaction shattering her heart into a million pieces.
When he finally looked up, his grey eyes, once admired and cherished by her, now regarded her with irritation and disgust.
The ground seemed to shake beneath her feet, and it was a wonder her legs didn't give out.
This couldn't be happening. The man she loved, the man she had devoted herself to and thought it was forever, was now rejecting her in the most brutal manner possible.
Don's voice came out weakly, his words showing he was in support of what Lucia was saying. "Look, Katrina, I appreciate all you've done for me these years. It was...fine. But I need you to understand one thing, I don't love you, right from the beginning. The only woman I love is standing right next to me, with my son."
He turned to Lucia, his lips meeting hers softly. Katrina's jaw hung open, her eyes frozen on the intimate scene unfolding before her.
But as she watched, something within her stirred.
She found her voice, her words tumbling out in frustration. "Is that it? All these years mean nothing to you?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room.
Lucia's annoyed gaze clashed with hers, her expression was enough to show how much she hated her. "Can you just drop it already? My husband made it clear he's done with you. He's not even divorcing you because of your inability to give birth, but mainly because he does not love you, in any form." Lucia's voice came out with venom, her words cutting Katrina's heart into pieces.
"What have you given him, hmm? Nothing!" She barked!
Inability to give birth?
A bitter smile twisted Katrina's lips as she rubbed her stomach, her gaze locking onto Lucia's.
She shook her head, an expression of sadness etched on her face. The letter from the doctor trembled in her hands.
Katrina's silence was a testament to the weight of Lucia's statement. Maybe speaking out about her pregnancy could change something, but she kept quiet.
If Don was to accept her again then it won't be because of her, but because of the baby in her.
The lack of children had become a glaring inadequacy, it was the reason why Don said he was divorcing her.
But it was more than that, in fact, it wasn't even that in the first place.
Luca sat her son down on the bed, she strode up to Katrina, her voice accompanied with malice.
"Don's done with you. You're no longer needed. Do yourself a favor and leave with what little dignity you have left." Her finger jabbed at Katrina's chest, the gesture a cruel emphasis on her words.
Katrina's anger was reaching it's boiling point, she advanced to retaliate and teach her a lesson for daring to touch her with her fingers but before she could react, Hunter stepped in, his broad frame inserting itself between her and Lucia.
"I think this has gone on long enough," he said, his eyes locked onto Katrina's.
His gaze held hers as he reached for her left hand, took out the letters in her hand without going through it, he tore it into pieces.
She felt a bit surprised as he rubbed her thumb with ink, then pressed it onto several papers. She couldn't retaliate, she just watched him weakly.
The reality of the situation slowly dawned on her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, streaming down her face as she stared at Don, her mind reeling.
"We're officially divorced," he said, his voice firm but detached.
Her legs buckled, and she crumpled to the ground, helpless and defeated.
Her thoughts travelled in chaos.
What would happen to her baby? How would she survive this? Her heartbeat slowed to a crawl, then racing forward like a runaway train.
In that moment, she felt shattered, her world reduced to dusts.
Donovan, the man she had loved with every fiber of her being, was now gone, lost to her forever.
The words echoed in her mind, a sentence that mocked her, a non living thing that laughed around her.
"We're officially divorced!"