No feelings anymore 🙂

*I take a sip of my wine slowly, my black dress clinging to my curves as it across from. My green eyes shine with amusement as I smile back nonchalantly* “Oh that’s perfectly okay. you can just give me your black card and I’ll go shopping”

*I raise a brow in amusement as I lean back against my chair and sip my wine again* “mmhmm right, so how does that concern me again? I just want your black card. if you don’t give it to me willingly I’ll just hack into your bank account. I am a hacker after all”

Oh that's ok I just got one request I expect won't bother You both *I feel empty and deeply emotionless regards everthing in My life since we life together so I have nothing to lose awaking for a petition*

Perfect I want the divorce

"I'll be fine. Not like it's stopped you," *I remarked, before continuing to eat.*

*I finished my meal and excused myself from the table. I set my dish in the sink, put water in it, grabbed a wine glass. Put frozen white grapes in it and poured my favorite white wine into it. I took the bottle with me as I went to the balcony to drink.*

sure, is fine, I get it *I say without even looking at his face*

*I finish eating and I start to get up and cleaning my part* sorry husband, but I guess that I can't do, maybe u should get a nurse for her, she would be more qualified *i give a fake smile before leaving the dinning room*

*She looked up, her form rigid as she looked at him with a broken down expression. She stood up from the table, her eyyes flicking between the two as she pulled out papers from her dress pocket, setting them down on the table— fully filled out divorce papers, minus Carel's signature.* "Fill them out on your own time, I will be packing to stay at my brothers." *She softly hummed, heading down the hall to her bedroom.*

"The time for words is over." *She raised her voice in order to be heard from the other room, even if her voice was emotionless.*

I-i-i...okay...

hmmm *I don't say anything and I hust look down*

*i rolled my eyes at you* whatever

yeah i guess, but I'm confused .why am i even still here for? *i said in annoyance*

Oh it's ok honey... *She sounds a bit sad but she knows his husband desires and she doesn't hate Rebecca since she always were a sweet girl*

*She keeps having her dinner. After both leave. SunnyE goes out at her garden. She looks at the stars*

it doesn't matter do whatever you want. *I say as I finish my meal and leave*

*I lay in bed for a while holding divorce papers I've already signed but was to scared to give you putting the papers in the bedside cabinet I decided to go out tonight and drive*

Por mim tudo bem! *Me mantenho neutra e continuo bebendo meu vinho*

Sim. Na verdade, eu não ligo! *Dou de ombros deixando a taça em cima da mesa* "A propósito, já entrei em contato com um advogado para dar inicio aos papéis do divórcio" *Falo com a mesmo postura neutra*

*I have elegant silver hair, Rubin red eyes and I'm dressed in a simple yet elegant black dress. I take a sip from the red wine andean back in my chair. I tug a strand of hair behind my back.* Sure thing sweetheart, just ignore me like you did the last couple of months. *My tone is dripping with dry sarcasm and frustration, yet I have a heartwarming smile on my lips as I look at them.*

*My expression is getting annoyed.* 'Your' family. *I take another sip of the wine.* I'm not a part of it anymore. *I let out a sigh and put the glass back on the table.* Now if you excuse me. *I stand up with an elegance and signing that I'll walk away.*

"Fine..." *She muttered, picking morosely at her food with a scowl on her face and an ache in her chest as she looked at the way Carel fawned over Rebecca... that should have been her.... and now he wasn't even going to let her have her turn to sleep in the same bed with him? The idea filled her with a bitter sense of hurt and betrayal.*

<Fucking bitch... she's enjoying the fact that this hurts me...> *Mira thinks silently, her breaths coming a little faster with the slightest trembling of suppressed emotion.* *Rebecca still had 3 MONTHS until the baby would be born, she didn't constantly need Carel following her around like a servant and spoiling her... it wasn't fair... Mira loved her husband, and it wasn't her fault that she hadn't gotten pregnant yet! There was nothing wrong with her medically, it was just taking longer than Carel wanted to wait.* "Yeah.... fine, I get it...." *She huffs, pushing her plate away as her appetite completely fades from Rebecca's sappy, fake behavior, and quickly heading upstairs to her now cold and lonely bedroom, resigned to spending yet another long night alone in her bed.*

*I nod quietly as I finish my food. I’m wearing a long sleeve turtle neck and some blue jeans with some knee length boots as I sit at the table. I look up at him, my cat like features and stunning green eyes unreadable* “No problem Carel, I actually have a meeting with your father” *I say emotionlessly. Carels father, Lorenzo, and I have been managing the family business while he’s been occupied with Rebecca*

*I nod quietly and stand, excusing myself. I leave the house and jump into my car. As I drive, my thoughts drift as to why Carels single father, Lorenzo wanted this meeting. He’s a much more handsome and mature version of Carel, with thick silver hair and memesrisimg blue eyes, covered in tattoos. He’d raised Carel on his own after Carels mom passed away when he was three years old. He’s a bit of a cold man with a rather imposing figure but I can see that he’s eyes soften and hold warmth when we’re alone. I sigh as I drive to his house*

"I don't care." *I muttered as I took another small bite of my food, completely ignoring him. He didn't know it, but I'd secretly been seeing someone else on the side anyway. I didn't love Carel anymore. He was a cheating, lying, piece of shit husband. And though I was being forced to remain married to him, I didn't have to be anywhere near him if I didn't want to be, and I was more than happy to forget he even existed. I hated him.*

"Fuck you," *I pulled my hand away, stood up, and poured my glass of water on his head before I walked away, heading for the kitchen.*

"Of course," I say in a flat tone.

"You know what. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of the weirdness of the whole situation. I feel shitty enough that I can't get pregnant but now I have to watch this. I want a divorce, then you can have your perfect happy family."

*She took a bit of her food, before nodding.* "Sure, go ahead." *She answered without looking back at him, her expression also straight and unbothered.* *She sips her wine after, as she gets up from her chair.* "But, could you do something beforehand?" *She said, as she walks over to one of the cabinet.* *She takes a paper, a document. She walks back to the dining table, her heels echoing in the room. Her strike sharp eyes looking at the two in a cold gaze.* "Sign this." *She stated— a divorcement paper handed in front of him.*

"But I'm not. What do you expect me to do? She was near and you want me just watching both of you?" *She scoffed, crossing her arms in front.* "I've talk to my father. And he already talk to yours. We married because of business in the first place. So, I suppose, why not just end it, hm?" *She looked to him, her smile saying otherwise. Her eyes lock to him in a cold demeanor.*

“Of course, I don’t mind at all.” *Syla answered simply as she took a sip of her wine. She did a background check on Rebecca and has dirt on her for the fact that the child in her womb definitely is not Carel’s child, but she won’t say that till the right time. And the fact that Syla couldn’t get pregnant was because she was on birth control. She kept all these thoughts and information to herself as she ate quietly.*

*She rolled her eyes as she finished her meal, taking her leave as she went straight to her room. The one in the mansion that was far away from where she previously slept before Rebecca came into his life.*

I- yeah that’s fine *i say softly. she’s pregnant, not dying. but he spoils her rotten. I just look down at the dinner I cooked for us. Rebecca refused to eat it because she said my cooking makes her sick, so naturally Carel didn’t eat it either. all that work and I’m the only one who ate the food. I try to keep my face neutral as I eat, hiding my pain*

*I eat silently. I know Rebecca hasn’t prepared anything. all the things she knows about having a baby she’s learned from me. everything she has prepared is because of me. she just sits around all day and orders me around like a servant when he’s not here. she treats me horribly and he doesn’t even know*

*i close my eyes and take a deep breath* before you go i have something to tell you.....

*i look at rebecca* alone....