From The Grave: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance

When Mira finally arrived at her destination, the sweeping mass of black clouds completely blocked the sun's beams, making it seem as if it was night time. The soft and cold breeze that was blowing caused the long grass that covered the area to move in unison with the sunflowers and peonies that she had laid next to her. Mira said, "Hey, Dad. It’s been a long time, right?" as she cleaned the dead leaves that had fallen and accumulated on the tombstone. As Mira’s mother had passed away shortly after giving birth to her, her father was the only member of the family that she had ever known. Her father made it a point to shower her with all the love and attention he could muster. And that was why she never felt as if she was missing out on anything, even when it was just the two of them. Their life was simple, yet it was convenient because her father made sure to make ends meet, he was indeed a hardworking man. But then, everything went haywire the moment that her father took her to the Wilsons' mansion, his employers’ house. The house in which she had her first encounter with Lawrence, the one and only she had love in her life time. At that time, Mira was captivated by the young man's generosity and warmth, which caused her vulnerable and youthful heart to develop feelings for him. Mira ran her hands slowly over her necklace, feeling the age of its beads, and recalled back to the moment when Lawrence had timidly handed it to her. She could still imagine how Lawrence’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he slipped it around her hands tenderly. As she did so, she replayed that memory in her mind, as it was one of the happiest moments she had with Lawrence. It was all rainbows and sunshine until the most terrible storm of her life struck, which left her in a condition of complete and total despair. Before then, everything was perfect. Mira's father was killed by a stab of a dagger that wasn't intended for him. That was an absurd act of wickedness. Given the fact that the person responsible for the crime has remained anonymous up until this point, she has never been able to completely heal from it. Her father was not just a driver for the Wilsons but also a close and trusted friend of Henry Wilson. He worked for the Wilson family, as their driver and Henry's personal assistant. Their relationship was so dramatic that her father was able to cover the dagger that was meant to hit his employer. He risk his life for the sake of his boss and leaving her daughter, who was only twelve years old, devastated. When Mira was younger and her heart was more vulnerable, she had a hard time understanding why her father would choose to save another person's life. And why he would give up his own life in order for his boss to remain alive. Mira was under the misconception, that her life had already ended since all of her known families were gone. Fortunately, the helping hand of Henry Wilson encouraged her, which gave her the will and the ability to carry on living. Henry was very grateful to Mira's father, for protecting him and giving him a second chance at life. As a result, he made a sworn promise to provide her with everything she'll need in her lifetime. Because of that opportunity, Mira and Lawrence’s friendship grew fonder and bloomed, which made her very grateful. But because of Deborah's mental manipulation, the developing bond that she and Lawrence had was destroyed. Since then, Lawrence became a different person and started to treat her coldly, as if she was his number one enemy, and it was all because of Deborah. She constructed false information with the intention of ruining Mira's image, and Lawrence unquestioningly trusted her mother. Deborah was already hostile against her even from the very beginning. She even went so far when she started to accuse Mira of having an inappropriate relationship with her husband, a secret affair. That accusation made Mira uncomfortable since Henry Wilson had never been more than a father figure to her. And the latter treated Mira like his own daughter. Henry took Mira’s custody and placed her under his care, but due to the craziness of his wife, Deborah, and the fact that she was paranoid, Mira chose not to live under the same roof as them. Right then, her relationship with Lawrence continued to deteriorate, she was still treated more nicely and genuinely by Henry as if she was a real member of his family. Later, a terrible occurrence, namely the passing of Henry, compelled her to find herself in this predicament. I n his dying will, he stipulated that Lawrence would only be entitled to his estate and wealth once he tied the knot with Mira, and that they would give their union a trial that would last for a period of three years. They are required to make an effort to have a family during the first three years of marriage, but if no child is born within that time and they are unable to develop feelings of love for one another, they are then free to petition for a divorce. And today was the day that marks their third and last year of marriage before they could finally file a divorce. Wedding anniversaries should be celebrated, with love, happiness and contentment, but not for Mira and Lawrence. That instead of doing anything celebratory, this morning, her husband almost hit and slap her again. "Dad, where do you think I should go from here?" Mira’s voice broke as she attempted to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. "You know, I really love him Dad. I love Lawrence so much, despite all the pain he has brought me throughout my life. I am prepared to put up with the verbal abuse, the cursing, and even the physical pain that he sometimes inflicts on me when he is intoxicated. If there is nothing else I can do to make him realize how valuable I am, I won't be offended.” “Even if he only needs me to satisfy his sexual needs. I am prepared to put up with this for the rest of my life, when it means that I will be able to see the peaceful expression on his face when he is sleeping and to hear his voice each and every day, even if it’s full of madness, irritation or frustration. I really don't want to be apart from him, Dad. Lawrence, he is my life Dad. Please, come to my aid and give me reasons to hold on." Mira begged frantically, her tears now freely flowing as the rain began to fall around her at the same moment. Mira did nothing except continue to sit on the ground and bawl her eyes out as the rain steadily dropped and progressively became heavier. Yet Mira didn't move an inch, and the sensation of the raindrops falling on her body gave her the impression that the skies were trying to comfort her and understand her suffering. "Dad, are these tears that you've been crying? If it's at all possible, I'd really appreciate it if you could just bring me to where you are so that I won't have to suffer alone any longer. I have no one left, but I do have friends, and my friends certainly have their own issues to deal with. It must be excruciating for Lawrence to wait for this day to arrive, for me to be out of his sight, therefore I would appreciate it if you could take me there, Dad.” Mira’s scarf was swept away in an instant by a sudden gust of wind that came from her direction. When she stood back up and grabbed the scarf, she gradually recovered her composure and came to her senses. As a result of this, Mira came to the conclusion that her father was trying to teach her that now was not the appropriate time to wish for her death and that she should instead focus on living her life to the fullest. After that, she begged her father's forgiveness and sought his advice before bidding him goodbye. Then, she began the travel back to the home that was full of traumatic experiences that she vowed never to let go of her mind. As soon as Mira walked through the front door, she was confronted with the frigid atmosphere of their home, which was devoid of the warmth that came from their love for one another. She roamed her eyes around the house, and, as she had anticipated, Lawrence was nowhere to be seen, despite the fact that it was already beyond the end of his shift. She didn't waste any time getting inside her room, and as soon as she did, her eye was drawn to a brown file. Mira opened it, and as she flipped through the pages, she felt the familiar sting of her tears as they ran down her cheeks. She had prepared herself for it by visualizing the tragic event more than once. But nothing she could do at this moment that could make the anguish she was experiencing any more bearable. Divorce Agreement Papers. Lawrence made it quite obvious to her from the very beginning that the only reason he would consent to this marriage was for him to get his father's wealth and estates. If the predetermined circumstances were satisfied, he would immediately divorce her since, from the beginning, he had someone else in his heart. Now, that woman that Lawrence loved has returned to the country for good, Mira was surely on the losing end. They would surely rekindle their hindered relationship. Mira recalled that there were nights when she and Lawrence was having sex, and he would utter the name of that woman instead of her Mira's name. Lindsey. Her name led Mira to shed numerous tears, and just like the grains of sand, her suffering seemed to have no end in sight. Just like the sand, her anguish felt like it would never stop.

After a number of days and nights that Mira spent dreading the imminent and inevitable divorce with her husband, Deborah's birthday finally arrived. It was supposed to be an exciting day for her, as Deborah’s daughter-in-law, but no. As Mira could not identify a single thing in Deborah's existence for which she should feel grateful, she had no plans to neither greet nor visit her. The only thing the other lady did was make Mira’s life a living hell, and when her husband, Henry passed away, Mira’s condition just became worse. And the only thing that she’s grateful enough for Deborah’s existence was to give birth to the guy Mira loved, but other than that, everything she did brought about complete and total anarchy. The sudden ringing of her phone nearly caused her to lose her grip on it when she noticed the registered name of the person who was calling. “Mira.” One word, it was her name. It was just the mention of her name, but she felt like she was disintegrating in an instant, giving in to the reassuring baritone that he had. Mira felt such intense longing for him. She wanted to be with him so bad. When Lawrence didn't return home for a single moment after he left the divorce papers on their house, Mira’s body developed an insatiable want for him. She missed the way he looks. The tone of his voice. The tenderness in his touch. Everything about him, she missed it so bad. “Hey, are you there? You pick up the phone and you don’t even speak up. Mira!” As Lawrence spoke her name once again, breaking the silence that had settled over them, he freed her from the enchantment that he had cast over her. She finally managed to stammer, "Y-Yes, L-Lawrence. I am here, w-why?" Mira was terrified that Lawrence would reveal that they were getting a divorce, but what he said next was much more unsettling. It made Mira feel uncomfortable. "You know what’s day today, right? It was Mom’s special day. You should go to the mansion and help the maids later since you know our home better. Don’t make a fuss, a scene or anything. Wear proper clothes," he informed her without displaying any sign of emotion in the slightest. As if the incident hadn't already happened on Deborah's birthday in the past, Mira suffered an injury. It was when one of the servers accidentally tripped over and poured the hot soup in her body, that gave her lot of bruises. "A-Alright, then. I would be there. I-I intend to be present at your mother’s birthday. H-How about you? Will you attend and be there as well?" she questioned in a hushed tone, but she quickly covered her lips as she cursed herself for asking such an idiotic and straightforward question. Mira was aware of his heaving a heavy sigh, but he did not respond to her question. She was taken aback to see that he had already hung up the phone, leaving her to wait for his response or even just a mere goodbye. ******* The part set-up was undoubtingly elegant and classy, as expected with Deborah. The men were intimidatingly dressed in suits and ties, while the women were dressed to the nines in gorgeous dresses, vying with one another for the title of the most glamorous attire for the night. The mood was joyous, as everyone seemed to be delighted. Mira was working furiously to serve food and beverages at each table while everyone else was eating, conversing, and having the time of their life. She could see several of the servants in this house slacking off and taking their sweet time in the kitchen tonight, despite the fact that there were many of them. She went over to one of the maids, who were aimlessly reading through her phone, and she spoke to her. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, Miss." The young woman briefly fixed her gaze on Mira with a blank expression before returning it to her phone and continuing to scroll as if she were only noticing the passage of a breeze. Mira shook her head and called the young woman out one more time, "Miss, I was talking to you," as she softly tapped herself on the shoulder. "I need your help. As I am the one helping out in the main dining area, I was wondering if you could serve the guests on the veranda." Mira spoke those words in a tone of helplessness as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and her chest began to heave. "I couldn't attend to everyone all at once," she explained. "Why? What the heck is going on around here?" The environment was pervaded by a frightening voice, and it was abundantly evident to Mira who the owner of this ominous voice was. "Ma’am, she is commanding me to assist the guests and visitors, even though it is her job to do so. After completing all of my responsibilities, Ma’am, I just came here to take a bit of rest and drink some water. But this lady here was commanding me to do her job," the indifferent young woman said in a dutiful manner. Mira was dumbfounded with a wave of annoyance and felt it welling up within of her. Performed all her duties? From the beginning of the party, all of these other helpers have done nothing except to sit down and chitchat nonstop, while Mira was the only one who has been continuously working. “Wow! Now, you want to make other people's lives more difficult, is that it? You are bossing around here while I am out your sight, huh, you worthless woman?” A malicious glare from Deborah was sent in her direction. "Well, does that mean you are already exhausted with what you’re doing, Mira? Then, how about those times that we supplied for your needs? My husband provided everything for you, for your studies, for you to be able to survive. Have you heard us say we’re exhausted too? Have you ever thought that our family, especially my husband, was already sick of providing your needs? Have we ever complained to you about paying for everything in your life, when you should be the one working hard and paying for it? Now, with just a one night of serving, you are already exhausted?” The elderly lady inquired with condescension. Mira couldn’t say anything, so she just bowed her head with embarrassment. “You would never be able to repay our family for all that we had done for you. Therefore the very least you could do is give your whole attention to serving our family, until the rest of your life. But your current behaviour demonstrates once again how ungrateful and useless you are. Now I regret allowing my husband in helping a person like you!" Deborah yelled at her, furiously. Mira wanted to laugh at Deborah’s statement. How dare could she tell those words to her. She never helped her, instead, she made Mira’s life miserable. Deborah was the reason why Lawrence’s hatred toward Mira grew more and more each day. Mira wanted to strike back and flung every harsh word she said back at her, but all she could do was to ball her fist, restraining herself in remembrance of the late Mr. Henry Wilson. To avoid causing a spectacle, she merely bowed to her and turned her back. Mira went back to her duty and assisted the visitors, even though her shoulders felt like falling off and her vision grew foggy due of exhaustion and hunger. As the night progressed, there was no sign of Lawrence anywhere in the darkness. In spite of this, Mira was unable to discern whether or not she really wanted to see Lawrence after he had sent her the divorce papers. Since Lawrence hadn't spent the night at their home ever since that fateful evening, the two of them never had the opportunity to have a discussion on the relevant topic; their divorce. Mira was reluctant to engage in that discussion. Hence, it would likely be for the best if she avoided seeing Lawrence later on tonight. Yet there was a part of her that longed for his presence, and even just catching a glimpse of his face from a distance would have been enough for her. Suddenly, the crowd became noisy, and as she identified the cause of the commotion, a sharp twinge of agony hit her, causing her to gasp for breath and make a face palming motion. It was Lawrence, and his hand was resting on the waist of an absolutely gorgeous blonde lady. Deborah, who was known to somehow get agitated whenever she came into physical touch with another person, then gave the woman a warm hug. They were then given a rousing welcome by the audience, but the thing that really broke her heart was the way Lawrence gazed at the woman with such affection the whole time that they were together. Mira said to herself, "Really, this agony is on another level. When will this going to stop?" as she wiped away the tears that had begun to fall from her eyes. Mira turned her back on the heart-wrenching lovely image that she had just seen and walked away. Every movement she made away from them seemed tedious, as if her vitality had been drained by even seeing them in the distance. Then a lovely voice with a high pitch called out to her and asked Mira to help. This caused Mira to pause in her tracks. Lindsey was shocked to see the woman, and she yelled, "Excuse me, Lady. You with the trays and plates. Yes, you, miss?" Mira gradually turned her attention back to the two of them, and to add to her anguish, Lawrence merely stared at her blankly, as if she were a maid or some other kind of servant he was unfamiliar with. The brow of Deborah was once again lifted, and this time it was a cue for her to get nearer. Every step she took toward them was excruciating as well as embarrassing, but she kept her eyes cast downward, praying that this time would pass as quickly as possible. "Would you be able to clean the table down for me very well?" Lindsey demanded with a twitch in her lips that betrayed a sly grin as she smiled, "I am quite fastidious, and as a result, I want everything to be as clean as possible." Mira took a few deep breaths before acting on what she had been instructed to do. She could feel the intensity of Lawrence's skin on her skin while she was washing the table, which made her shudder inside while she was doing it. The table was already spotless. When she was finished, she gave Lindsey a bow and asked her to please excuse her. She had both hands on the trays, which were both full with old plates and glasses that still had remnants of food and beverage. Her legs caught on something as she tried to move, and before she could even register what had happened, she was already slumped and covered in grease and drinks on the ground. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, sweetheart." The lady whispered to Mira. "You should be more cautious the next time. Don’t be too clumsy, okay?" The expression on her face was one of contempt. Mira rose up, wiped off the crumbs of rice that were on her uniform, and then picked up the tray and the utensils that were in a jumbled mess. They were instantly surrounded by a large number of individuals who were looking repulsed by them. She didn't give a damn, and their distaste for her didn't mean anything to her, but the poker face of the guy she loved drove a sharp lance of agony right through her. She gave them an agonizing grin as she turned her back on them, as she had no reason to continue being there any longer. Lawrence remained quiet for the whole of the celebration, despite the fact that everyone else was still having a good time. Lindsey was very aware of the awkward stillness that he was maintaining, and in response, she gave his palm a firm squeeze and gazed adoringly at him. "Do you feel drained, sweetheart? Do you want to go on my place, tonight?" After giving her a nod, Lawrence gave her a little peck on the lips.

Lindsey gasped his name in ecstasy as he placed his hot tongue on her nipples and slowly sucked on them. "Honey," he mumbled as he was overcome with pleasure. She sounded like she was parched, but there was a mysterious, inadequately kept secret that was the source of her fury. When she returned to Lawrence's embrace, she already had a baby growing inside of her. That was simply a night of fun rapture with some random guy who she thought was Lawrence but who turned out to be someone else. Lindsey had no idea that it would turn out to be such a nightmare for her, so she knew that she had to do all in her power to convince Lawrence that she was still the lady of his desires. After Lawrence had already started the divorce process with his phony, foolish wife, everything fell into place the way it should have. So, her hope of having a whole family would definitely come true as a result of this. Lindsey took a handful of Lawrence's hair and dragged him closer to her till he was nearly unable to breathe. This action demonstrated that the she was now totally aroused. But, Lawrence was unable to get himself into it for some unexplained reason, and his libido did not respond in any way to her touches. A sudden image of Mira's lips came into his mind; he mumbled an obscenity to himself, and when he lay on top of Lindsey, he squeezed his eyes shut hard. A few of seconds before, he didn't feel famished, but now, thanks to that image, his libido is racing through his veins, and it's giving him a hunger that he didn't have before. But then he had an awakening that caused him to curse out loud, which startled the lady who was lying below him. He proceeded to flirt with her while flashing her a sexy grin and making every effort to block out the fact that he needed to think about Mira in order to get hard. ********* Mira stood there obliviously gazing up at the starry night sky while thoroughly inhaling the chilly wind. She hoped that the temperature would be sufficient to stop her heart and render her feeling less. Yet it was all in vain; as tears ran down her cheeks, she had the sensation that someone was trying to suffocate her because of all the words she had suppressed. The moment Mira realized how happy Lawrence was with Lindsey, she had a sudden and overwhelming sense of failure. Yet as soon as she saw his face, she found the strength to plead with him to remain, clinging to the possibility that Lawrence had developed some feelings for her throughout the course of their marriage. Mira felt that he owed her something. She wanted to cling to him and beg for another opportunity, to become a better wife for him, but the loving picture of him staring at Lindsey enlightened Mira despite her absolute desperation. Even though it was after two in the morning, she was still up and praying in silence for Lawrence to come crashing through the door and plead for her forgiveness. So who exactly was she trying to fool? Mira gave out a wry chuckle as she travelled on the bed, which was the only witness to their connection, even if it was just motivated by passion for him. Tears were still pouring freely from her eyes as she made her way across the bed. Mira had to blink her eyes many times in order to get used to the dazzling brightness that came on so suddenly in the morning. She checked her social media account out of routine, and when she saw a specific message that rubbed salt in her wounds, she cursed the decision she had made to check her account in the first place. It was a photo of Lawrence giving Lindsey a kiss on the cheek and with the words "Together again with my man. I love you." written next to it. Mira laughed in agony and then went to her closet, having come to the conclusion that there was no longer any need for her to continue residing in this home for even one more minute She swallowed her pride and maintained her dignity for three years in order to express her love for Lawrence; to show that from the very beginning, she had no intention of benefiting from their money, and to demonstrate that the feelings she had for him were genuine. Mira was never hoping that Lawrence would immediately return the love that she was showing to him, but she felt that the way he treated her was completely barbaric. Throughout those three years, she was unable to discern even a shred, much less an entire vestige, of the timid and kind Lawrence that she cherished the most. What was it that she was anticipating? The Lawrence that she had known was long gone, and she had finally come to terms with the fact that she was never going to be the woman who could fulfill all of his needs, desires, and love for him. Mira was just a temporary wife for him to get his inheritance; she is an accessible hole for him to fill in order to fulfill his need. She is neither more nor less than that. “I hope, you’d be happy now Lawrence. I am giving you the thing you’ve always wanted.” Mira walked away from the meaningful home for the last time, dragging a luggage behind her with a sorrowful heart. As she did so, she felt the pangs of melancholy around her. This home was proof that she had the opportunity to be together with the love of her life for three years, despite the fact that she largely had negative memories associated with it. She had the opportunity to serve Lawrence out of love, to cook for him, to be beside him while he slept, to steal kisses while he was sleeping, and to make love with him even if, for him, it was just earthly urges. Mira had the opportunity to serve Lawrence out of love, to cook for him, to be beside him while he slept, to steal kisses while he was sleeping. “Okay, so I think, this is it.” Mira let out a heavy sigh and shook her head as she determined to carry just the few beautiful memories she had of him. Even though she had nowhere to go at the moment, there was still one location that would take her in regardless of the circumstances; here was the place where her heart had always belonged. “Goodbye Lawrence. I wish you happiness, my love.” That was the last thing she uttered before she finally turned her back and started to walk away, hoping that life and good destiny would side to her now, and to the path she’d take in the future.

Mira moved some of the overgrown branches of a tree that had been obstructing the entrance of the one and only house that made her feel like she was genuinely at home. It had been a few years since she had been there, and at this point, there was no one remaining to keep it maintained. As a result, the surrounding area seemed to be a little rainforest that was struggling to stay alive. Mira was forced to gasp for breath and cough up when she eventually made it to the entrance of the house, where she was welcomed by a whirlwind of dirt. "Oh my goodness, it seems like there will be a significant amount of cleaning that has to be done. Dad, please help me," Mira yelled out while laughing. She ran her hands along the wooden wall, and as she did so, she could feel the fragility of the wood giving way under her fingertips, which was an indication that this home was already very near to giving up. She frowned, but there was nothing more she could do; she had nowhere to go at this point. She cleaned up the whole mess in her room by sweeping, wiping, and organizing it before she was distracted by anything else. She made her way over there carefully and turned to face the mirror. Her face lit up with a grin that was tinged with sadness as she thought back to the days when she and her father were still together, living with happiness and contentment. "Dad, you are yanking my hair so much. Oh, my scalp felt like being peeled off, Dad." Young Mira groaned because she was in discomfort. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry, but I have no idea how to make the braids that you saw done on your friend's or classmate's hair. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Arnolfo, her father, expressed remorse and began to gently kiss the top of her head. Mira furrowed her brow because, for some reason, she felt sorry for her father, who had been acting in the dual role of being her mother and father since the day she was born. Even though he was never very good at any of the girlie things that she requested her father to do for her, such as helping her pick what to wear to school or combing her hair, he was always happy to do his best, even if the results were almost always disastrous. "Well wait, here, I have a beautiful idea," her father said in a hurry. "Oh wait, here." As he came back, he was carrying a sunflower that had reached its full bloom, and each of its golden petals was gleaming more brightly than the last. After that, he undid the unkempt braid that he had constructed and then carefully combed her long, silky, black hair. And then, he adoringly placed the gorgeous sunflower behind her left ear, and his eyes filled with tears of joy. Her father beckoned for her to turn toward the mirror as his eyes welled up with tears. "Dear, I know that your mother would be overjoyed to see you right now. If only she were here, she would undoubtedly do the tasks more effectively than I would.” Mira got to her feet and wrapped her arms around her father as she battled the need to cry. "Dad, you are succeeding where others have failed. She stated it with all sincerity, "Mom must be very proud of you. You are the best father ever Dad! I love you so much!" Mira smiled as she brushed away the tears that had just slipped her eyes. Since she was completely by herself, the void in her life just became deeper. She had a tremendous void in her heart for her father, and she felt that ache on a daily basis. She set aside her sadness for the meantime and started with the task She began by cleaning her own room, and then moved on to the living room, the room next to it, and finally the balcony after that. When she was done, she walked into the kitchen to clean up since the sky was becoming darker and she needed to prepare her dinner soon. Mira cleaned mostly the entirety of the house, and already cooked her dinner. After which, she went into the dining room to eat. Another pleasant recollection surfaced in her thoughts as she saw the dust that completely coated the little pot. “Could you teach me how to cook porridge, Dad?" Little Mira pleaded with her father. "Why, sweetheart," He acted said and continued, "Are you sick with my cooking now?" "No, Dad, it's not like that at all. I wanted to cook and take some for Sir Lawrence. You said he was sick, right? I want to prepare food for him so that he would feel better as quickly as possible." Her father observed her with suspicion as he stared at her. After then, the crease that had been present between his brows transformed into a sneer of mockery, which was then followed by a hearty laugh. Laughing, he questioned her, "Do you have a crush on the young master, sweetie?" he asked her. "W-What? D-Dad, n-no. That's not the thing. I only want to return Sir Lawrence's generosity, particularly the necklace that he gifted to me. It's impossible for someone like him to have feelings for me, right?" She stated it with complete sadness. The expression on her father's face changed abruptly, and he knelt down to look her in the eye. "Mirabel, I am aware that you are not old enough to comprehend anything as difficult as love. Please do not worry about it. Yet, this isn't something that can be explained by looking at the environment around us, such as how much money we have or don't have. True love doesn't depend on appearances; rather, it is founded on how a person really feels on the inside, and this feeling is unshakeable. Thus, just keep being the kind of person that everyone appreciates, and everyone who loves you will love you back." ******* After learning that Lawrence had already served Mira with divorce papers, Lawrence's awful mother celebrated the happy event by hosting a massive feast for family and friends. Both the Wilson and the Campbell family line were present there, along with all of their business partners and investors. "I want to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for coming to celebrate with us today. Although even if my husband, my sweet Henry, is not here with us at the moment, I am certain that he is participating in our joyous celebration enthusiastically from a place in paradise," Deborah dabbed her eyes with a tissue even though she wasn't crying at the time. "But, it is clear that my husband is watching over us at all times, since my son, Lawrence, will soon be able to spend the rest of his life with the woman he has loved his whole life." She then signalled for Lindsey, who was still in disbelief at what she had just heard, to come to the stage with her. "You did not misunderstand what was said. Soon, Wilson's and Campbell's will finally get married, marking the moment when the two largest organizations will finally become one through the power of love." The environment was filled with compliments and praises as Lindsey sobbed her joy into Lawrence's arms as everyone else celebrated and clapped. After that, everyone congratulated them, began making arrangements for their wedding, and some people even promised them lavish wedding presents. On one hand, it was a happy occasion for them to celebrate, but on the other hand, Mira was alone herself, crying herself to sleep while firmly clutching her pillows and dreaming that Lawrence was there with her. ****** "Lawrence, my dearest, both Lindsey and I will be very busy the whole week because we have appointments scheduled with a number of renowned fashion designers to discuss Lindsey's wedding attire. Handle the situations that are necessary." Deborah gave him a deep and serious glance in response to his statement. Lawrence gave a respectful nod and then kissed each of the women goodbyes. He performed what was required of him without any additional delay. He needs to do it now, or else, things would never go as planned. ****** As Mira's phone suddenly began to ring, she became immediately anxious. Since it had been so many days since it had made a sound, she was taken aback by the fact that it did so now. The moment she saw the name on the screen, her anxiety level shot through the roof. She murmured, "Yes, hello?" in response. "Let's meet, now. There is something I want to talk to you about," Lawrence remarked in a chilly tone. "W-What e-exactly does it p-pertain to?" Mira's anxiousness caused her to stammer. "After you get here, you'll understand what I need to discuss." After giving an agitated reply, he cut the phone off before continuing. Mira let out a dejected sigh. She thought for a second that he was going to inquire about her location, her well-being, and how she was doing at that very moment. She chuckled to hide the anguish, as if Lawrence's cold and aloof behavior toward her was something that had never happened before. Since she was being completely honest, she did not want to go, but the opportunity to sort things out following the unexpected break in their relationship was tempting her. This was especially true considering that she would have the chance to look at his face and to be with him once more, even if only for a couple of minutes. In addition to this, she did not quite give up the hope that by having the appropriate talk, the hitches in their marriage might be eased out. Maybe there was still a possibility for him to back out of his decision; perhaps there was still a chance to convince him to stay with her, in their marriage. Mira let out a wry smile, sighed heavily as she stood up to get ready and thought, “Whom I was fooling again this time? Myself?”

Mira felt as like her uncertainties were slowly engulfing her, but her eagerness to talk to Lawrence overcame all of her restriction, and as a result, she traveled back to the home that she had previously thought she would never see again. As soon as she entered the door, she was greeted with tranquility and quietude. Even after being gone for close to two weeks, she was still nostalgic for every room in this house. She was certain that the guy would be waiting for her on their terrace, which was Lawrence's favorite spot in the house. Verifiably, she saw him drinking coffee and reading a book at the location in dispute. As Mira gasped to get his attention, Lawrence turned around and faced her while looking at her with a blank expression on his face. "What exactly do we have to do or talk about?" "Have you already put your signature on the documents? Have you brought it with you to this place?" Right away, Lawrence inquired, cruelly cutting Mira off in the middle of her thought. The words she wanted to say left out of Mira's mouth, and with them went all of her hopes and dreams for the future of their relationship. Everything came crashing down all at once, and the shattered, jagged fragments came to puncture her, which caused her heart, which was already bleeding, to break into an uncontrollable sob. Lawrence stepped up and gave her an elegant envelope with platinum embellishments before she could even take a second to recover her emotions before responding. Even though she chose not to open it, she was well aware of what was contained inside it. Yet the revolting words continued to draw her attention, driving the knife farther into her heart. "We would be honored to have you participate in the wedding of the decade," the invitation said. Lindsey Campbell's name was the one that was imprinted next to Lawrence's, so Mira can't say that it was a fortunate chance. They were surrounded by silence, and the only sounds she could hear were the shallow, labored breaths she was taking and the pounding of her heavy, pained heart. "How is it possible for you to be so insensitive?" Mira's internal anguish and rage reached a point where she could no longer be contained. She questioned in a voice that was shaking from the intensity of her feelings, "Is indeed the three years of misery in your hands not enough?" Lawrence's eyes dilated in surprise, and a gap appeared between his lips as he expressed his astonishment. “Really, huh? Why?" "Just why? L-Lawrence, why are you engaged in each of these actions? Kindly explain the reason to me! Answer me Lawrence, why?" Mira had reached her breaking point at this moment, and she sobbed in front of him. "Throughout the last three years, I gave up all I had for you because I cared about you so much. I have given you my love, my whole being, and every part of my body. So, why are you treating me like this, Lawrence?" Mira yelled at him and smashed her hand down on his chest. Lawrence took her hands in his and gazed at her with a blank expression on his face. He gave her a little shove to get some space between them. "Ms. Mirabel Saunders, I never once requested that you hand all of them over to me. I had already told you from the beginning that there was nothing you could do to make me love you more, and I adhered to my word. Now is the time to pack up all of your belongings since Lindsey will be moving in with me. After that, kindly expedite the delivery of the divorce papers to me." The statement was made by Lawrence without any trace of empathy. Mira let out a wounded chuckle. How naïve could she be to believe that if they only had the proper chat, they might save a marriage that existed only on paper. Lawrence was correct, and he had certainly made it quite plain from the very beginning that she was only a requirement that had to be fulfilled in order for him to get his fortune. As she had done the gravest sin possible by falling in love with him, she was solely to blame for her current state of wretchedness and she knew it. "Well, it doesn't matter whether you toss away the last of the things I had since everything were bought by your money anyway." Mira spoke the statement in a mute tone without glancing at him. Mira eventually turned around, but as soon as she took a step away from the home, she felt a searing agony in her stomach, as if her internal organs had been twisted. She lowered herself to the ground and knelt there with her hands on her tummy, holding it as fiercely as she could as she felt her awareness slipping away from her. But before she could do so, a figure she was acquainted with came sprinting towards her, his brown eyes, which have a hypnotic quality, looked at her with a great deal of concern. The eyes of the guy whom she had sworn to love for the rest of her life, even in the event that he never loved her back for one second. "L-Lawrence..." ******* As Lawrence saw Mira fall to the ground, he felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest, and his heart began to pound rapidly. He had temporarily blocked out all of the hatred he felt for Mira, especially the incident in which she had taken the affection of his father that should have been reserved exclusively for him as the only legal child. Throughout this whole period, he had the impression that Mira's body was nothing but dirt that she used to attract men and win them over, even his own father. This was what he was led to think by his mother, and her comments completely clouded his judgment. But now as he was looking at her, he saw that her skin was dreadfully pale, and her collar bone was bulging in an unexpected way. This caused him to lose all of his thoughts. This was the first time that he stared at her closely, staring at her without any greedy aim such as feeding his need, and he felt the uneasy sensation steadily increasing inside him. This was the first time that he gazed at her intently. After putting the lady on his lap, he promptly phoned the number for the ambulance while his hands were trembling. The ambulance came in a short amount of time, and the attending medical staff promptly placed her into the vehicle before evaluating her condition. While he kept his eyes on the fleeing ambulance, he could feel icy droplets of sweat gathering on his forehead. He intended to go with her, but he was unable to proceed upon imagining Lindsey, his fiancée, showing a disappointment look in front of him. Throughout the span of only one hour, his one and only love appeared before him, beaming with happiness. Lindsey extended an invitation to him for dinner, and when he accepted, a fleeting concern for Mira's well-being started to fade from his thoughts. Following that, they went to Lindsey's house, and with every thrust he performed inside of her, the thought of Mira entirely disappeared. This continued until they were alone in Lindsey's apartment. “Forget about that woman Lawrence,” he scolded himself silently while banging Lindsey harshly on his bed.

Mira opened her eyes to find herself in a strange room that had been painted with a sickeningly pale color. She clutched her head and squeezed her eyes shut as she attempted to recall the reason why she was in that place. After she came to the realization the predicament she was in, she started looking for him right once, but to her dismay, she couldn't find Lawrence anywhere. She was quite upset about this. She's in the hospital and Lawrence abandoned her all alone. Mira then put her hand on the top of her abdomen and pondered the source of the severe discomfort that had forced her to pass out. "Was it because I have an ulcer in my stomach?" When Lawrence left the divorce papers, which must have been the precipitating event, she began skipping meals on a regular basis. Mira prayed to herself in silence that her health wasn't in a critical state so that she could leave this place sooner rather than later. The door was flung open, and a lady in a white coat walked in with a wry smile that was full with compassion. "Mrs. Wilson, how are you feeling? Do you still have discomfort in the bottom part of your abdominal area? By the way, my name is Dr. Carroll, and I work as an OB-Gyn at this medical facility." The woman's words were pleasant to hear. "I feel much better, doctor. I am grateful that you have attended to my needs. May I know what just happened? Am I experiencing an ul-" Mira was rendered speechless after suffering the sting of self-awareness. Suddenly, she felt a wave of extreme terror wreak destruction on the inside of her, and she saw that her vision was becoming cloudy once again. The doctor broke into a comforting look as she realized that the patient had picked up on some aspect of her condition. "Mrs. Wilson, you don't need to be anxious. Your baby, which was four weeks old and was still very attached to your womb when it was able to live. On the other hand, what occurred previously was a brief reprieve. If you had arrived at the hospital just a few minutes later, the life of your child would have been in deep trouble.” “Your pregnancy is fragile, and as a result, you should take extreme precautions and refrain from engaging in intense physical activities as well as those that might be harmful to your mental and psychological well-being. You and your baby are both in excellent health as of this moment; nevertheless, in order to ensure both your and your baby's general wellness, you will need to comply with my recommendations and go through a series of check-ups over the following several months. If you'll pardon me," Dr. Caroll beseeched her goodbye and then departed, which completely disturbed her. Mira was experiencing a wide range of feelings, but the one that stood out above the others was affection. Although, her unborn baby was still in the beginning stages of its development and does not yet have a fully formed structure, her love for the baby was currently at an all-time high. She believed that being pregnant was something she had to do simply out of responsibility, a link to keep Lawrence from leaving. But now that she knew that a life was developing inside of her, she felt a surge of love inside of her; love that was greater than even her love for herself at the time. Now, all she wanted to do was tell Lawrence, the man she loved, and the child's father, who would love her child the same way she would, about this wonderful gift. She was aware of how much Lawrence yearned to have a child that was his own, even if it's not with her So this unexpected miracle that God had provided by giving her tresses in the midst of such desperation, she was certain that her circumstances would eventually improve. Her agonized cries will be replaced by tears of happiness at this point. "I will do all in my capability to ensure that you, my child, would be happy and loved. That you will have a beautiful, loving and healthy family in its entirety." Mira did a happy little rubdown on her tummy. Mira admitted to having an out of the ordinary amount of excitement upon waking up the next day. It had been the first morning in what seemed like many years that she had woken up with such a strong desire to get started living, as if her life had all of a sudden discovered a new meaning. When she glanced at her stomach with awe and adoration, she realized the primary reason for this inexhaustible source of happiness. "Honey, it's been a while. How was your sleep." Mira greeted her unborn child, in a calming manner while devoutly stroking her tummy. As both she and her baby were determined to be in stable condition after their medical evaluations, the attending physician had already informed her that she would be released from the hospital today. In addition to that, another thing that made her happy was the fact that she would be telling Lawrence about this good news. Mira immediately dressed herself up, and the hospital was kind enough to supply her with some comfortable clothing to wear. Someone opened the door for her as she was ready to turn the knob to go, so she didn't have to. They did it from the outside. And she had no idea that she would run into this person at this time. "M-Ma'am Deborah? W-What in the world are you doing in this place?" Mira questioned in utter disbelief. The old lady just fixed her gaze on Mira in question before moving on to take a seat without providing a response to the remark. “Please take a seat woman. There's something really urgent I want to speak to you about." The serious statement was made by Deborah. Mira obeyed her instruction unwillingly in the futile hope that this unpleasant and unnecessary discussion would finish more quickly. "Well, let me get straight to the point, Ms. Saunders. Are you really pregnant?" Deborah inquired, raising both eyebrows in a questioning manner. Mira was taken aback and silently thought, "How did she manage to figure it out so quickly?" Mira wanted to let Lawrence know the news before anybody else found out about her situation. "Then, what exactly does it mean to you? You already knew That Lawrence and I will finalize our divorce soon. You have lost all authority to tell me what I ought to do and what not to do. You have no right to do so." Mira was able to respond in a bold manner. Deborah gave her a sneering grin and looked down at her with an arrogant expression. "You are fully aware that my son will soon wed the woman who has been the love of his life, correct? As his mother, all I ever wanted was for him to be happy, and I would do everything and anything in my power to remove any barriers that would stood in the way of his achieving that." She said, stressing each of the words that she had just pronounced. "W-wait, what are you trying to say?" When Mira questioned it, apprehension began to develop inside her. "Get an abortion on that baby." The wicked lady offered a snappy response. In utter disbelief, Mira let out a startled shriek. Since that time, she was aware that the lady was a cruel person; nonetheless, what the woman had just stated at this very moment was completely unethical. "Ma'am, are you quite certain that you are, in fact, a human being?" Mira spoke sharply. "I take that you are a mother as well, right? How could you bare to speak such awful things without being sickened to your stomach and throwing up blood? I will protect my child and myself from your despicable behavior! I hope you languish alone in hell!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, infuriated. The face of Deborah distorted in a manner that was both horrible and inexplicable, yet she was able to keep her lips shut while balling up her frail fist in wrath. "Ms. Mirabel Saunders, I am going to make an exception for this matter, right this time. If that is what you want to do, I will accept to let you retain the baby as long as you fulfill one condition. Please sign the divorce papers right away so that my son may experience joy for the first time in his life. If you genuinely loved him, you would only want what is best for him, considering that he was shackled to a miserable life while he was in your care for three years.” "Is that all Ma'am? Okay then, consider it as done. I will sign those papers." The conversation was grabbed a hold by Deborah who have said, "I have another option for you." "It may seem impossible, but I will assist you in healing your marriage to Lawrence in the chance, once you decide to get an abortion and begin a new life. If you do decide to do so, I have opted to assist you rather than continue working with Lindsey's family, thus I will end our cooperation. I will now allow you to live in peace together with my son, and you are free to decide whether or not you would want to start the process of having another child. I would even be willing to compensate you for the harm that I have caused." Deborah persuaded desperately. Mira chuckled in a disrespectful manner as she thought, "Who does this aged witch think she was fooling?" She was certain that her second proposal was nothing more than a childish plot that she had conceived up on the fly of the moment. Her fear for the unborn child that was developing inside of Mira drove Deborah to the edge of madness. She was petrified that the news that Lawrence was about to become a father might make his heart grow fonder toward Mira. "Okay. Is that all? Are you done now? Did you really believe that I am such a dim-witted whore that you could deceive with poisonous sweet promises? I may well have finished at the top of my class, but I won't lie and say that the love I have for your son didn't save me from falling behind academically for those three years.” “Nevertheless, given that I am a mother now, my baby gets priority over anything else, and the possibility of getting together with your violent son is no longer on my mind.” “Today, I will sign the documents so that you may have peace of mind about the situation. I promise that I won't continue to be a bother to your family, so please don't bother my baby or me. If you'll allow me, Mrs. Wilson." Mira intoned her goodbye with a heavy heart but a triumphant feeling in her gut as she left the aged woman's lips in an awkward position. She could feel the surge of courage coursing through her veins, the kind of gallantry that only mothers are capable of having in their efforts to save their offspring. Mira kept her promise and brought the divorce papers to Deborah, who was fuming with rage as a result of the passionate talk that she and Mira had just had. That was the first time that she had been insulted in such a manner, and the feeling of contempt that she was experiencing made her stomach churn. Deborah furiously uttered, "Shameless! Ungrateful! A useless human being!" as she put Mira's name as the sender in the box that was to be delivered to Lawrence's workplace. "You'll certainly pay big time for this, bitch!" After that, she made the call to his son's lovely fiancée. Deborah welcomed her with a smile and said, "Hey, sweetie! Where are you?" Lindsey's enthusiastic response on the other end of the line to her future mother-in-law's call was, "Hello mom, I'm here at the flower shop. I am selecting flowers to be used in the wedding decorations." "Oh dear! You shouldn't worry too much about things like that. The wedding planner should be allowed to perform her job." "I'm sorry, but I can't. The wedding is a momentous event, and I want everything about it to go off without a hitch." Excitedly, she stated her opinion. "By the way, Mother, did anything take place that I need to be aware of?" "All right, I have some news. One is excellent, while the other is not quite as good. Choose the one that you would like to hear first from the options." Deborah stated pleasantly. "Then, I'll have the good news first, mom!" Lindsey smiled with excitement. "Well then, if that's the case. So the divorce papers were already signed by Mira." The woman on the other line yelled, "Oh my goodness!" when she heard what the other woman had said. "Oh my goodness, I'm going to cry, Mom." With exasperation, the elderly lady spoke the following phrase: "I don't want to burst your bubbles yet, but I have another bit of news, right? It was the unpleasant one. So?" Due to the awkward pause that ensued between them, it can safely be assumed that Deborah has already revealed everything. "Are you serious with that Mom? Mira is pregnant?" "Mom, no! No fucking way!" Lindsey let out a wild shriek, which caused the elderly lady to recoil in disdain. After that, Lindsey engaged in some melodramatic behavior, seeming to be on the edge of losing it. "Settle down, remain calm, would you?" The subdued tone of Deborah. "I had already confronted her, and she swore that from today, she would never again bother you and Lawrence," she added. "Don't let it affect you at all, my sweetheart. I will personally see to it that all of the necessary arrangements for your wedding are made in a timely manner. Absolutely nothing or anybody could stand in the way of that, and if they do, I would do all in my power to wipe them out." The determined grasp that Deborah had on the phone as she made her pledge was clear. “No one will going to ruin your wedding with my son, Lindsey. Remember that!”

Most people say that the most genuine and untainted love was that of a mother to her child, and Mira was finally able to witness to the truth of those words. Throughout the past, she allowed Lawrence to be the center of her life, even though he became the mere reason why she almost ruined herself. During the course of three years, her love for him caused her to neglect her own affection for herself. She relied on Lawrence as her only source of strength for three years because she was under the impression that if she was away from him, she would be nothing but a helpless mess. Yet today, because of a miracle that occurred in the middle of her suffering, because of the loss of everything she loved the most, Mira has regained her importance as a mother and her capacity to be resilient. Now, she was prepared to take on the world and to give up everything in order to provide her baby with the maximum level of protection and love that she was capable of giving. And it will begin with her departure from Oakwood, the city that served as Mira's domicile for the rest of her existence. She made some of her most treasured memories here, but she ultimately had no option but to leave in order to protect her unborn child from her wicked ex stepmother, Deborah, who was wandering in the same area. Mira was going to go to a city where the last friends she can trust are located in order to begin a new life far away from the people who may endanger her unborn child. "Mirabel?" A guy in his late twenties stuttering while gently inserting his eyeglasses onto the bridge of his nose When Mira first gazed at the crystal blue eyes hidden by the thick glasses, she couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the time she'd spent with the guy. She couldn't help but smile nervously. "Who are you talking to, Erick?" In the background, a lady could be heard screaming, and then they heard fast footsteps heading in their way. After then, the lady let out a high-pitched scream from her lips. "Mira!" Elise yelled out in horror as she wrapped her arms around Mira and hugged her so tightly that the latter was unable to breathe. "I miss you." Elise welcomed with a great deal of eagerness, her blue eyes sparkling with sincerity as she did so. Even though Mira had gazed into those orbs many times in the past, she still found herself submerged in her ocean eyes, the same eyes that her brother, Erick, had. Mira's voice was trembling as she spoke since it had been so many years since she had last seen them. "I miss you too," she said. To be precise, three years had passed since she last saw them, her real friends. "I'm relieved that your beast of a spouse has finally given you permission to socialize with other people." Elise muttered. "Have you been driven to Valenciana Estate by him from your residence? Oh my goodness, that awful person just went without even saying goodbye to us, is that right? Did the sight of our faces really make him sick to his stomach?" Elise inquired with displeasure in her tone. Mira dropped her gaze downward because she was at a loss for the appropriate things to say. She felt guilty that everyone, including Erick, was waiting eagerly for her reaction when he could have been working in the hospital. Once Elise had gained a better understanding of the issue, they were both speechless for a while. "Mira, no way. Don't, I mean... Don't tell me...." As Mira held her once again, Elise was unable to complete her sentence because Mira started weeping in her chest. Unexpectedly, a large and warm hand patted Mira on the back and softly stroked it as he attempted to console her in the most effective manner he was able to. There, Mira let her tears to run freely while giving thanks to God that finally, there were someone who could console her in her agony, someone with genuine kindness, and not only the ghost of her father who she assumed to be consoling her. "What was stopping you from coming here sooner?" Elise stated this as her eyes were filled with tears and her heart was breaking out of compassion for her dearest best friend. Mira explained everything with them, beginning on the day that they were supposed to be celebrating their third wedding anniversary. She informed them about Lindsey Campbell's approaching marriage to the man she would soon be divorcing, as well as the imminent dissolution of their marriage. Yet the piece of information that really astonished them was that she was pregnant and that Deborah ordered her to have an abortion. "Mira, we could have fought off those monsters and protected you from harm. You are not or no longer fighting this war on your own. You have me, Erick, our family. Please, never forget to keep it in mind." Elise wept out of concern. "Forgive me, Elise. I am really sorry. I have faith in both of you, okay? Yet, I am aware that both of you are quite busy with your personal life, specifically Erick, since he is responsible for the daily care of a large number of patients. Since it is no longer only about me, but also about my child, I need to suppress my ego in order to avoid becoming another strain for you to bear. I don't want to add to the responsibilities that you already have." Mira murmured something under her breath as she averted her gaze from their cold blue eyes. "Come on, Mirabel. We wouldn't ever consider you a nuisance, particularly now that you are expecting a child." The voice of Erick, which was steady yet commanding, reached her ears. "Live with us for as long as you want, and I promise that I will do everything in my capability to keep you and your child safe," he added with assurance. After making that statement, Erick immediately turned his back on them and walked away hastily while clenching his fist. Mira moved in the direction indicated by the guy in her vision, her chest tightening with the knowledge that despite the lapse of so much time, the man still cared deeply for her. Lawrence, after learning that the Erick had pursued her throughout their time together back in the university, was the one who stopped her from getting together with them because of Erick. If only Lawrence knew that she had never shown Erick any affection in return since from the beginning; she had always her mind made up that she would marry Lawrence. She used to get a lot of criticism from the other women because they couldn't understand why the college heartthrob would want to be with someone as worthless as her. "You know, well, I'm sorry that Erick is behaving in this manner, but I have no doubt that he is upset because of what happened to you. And certainly, I promise that I will never consider you a nuisance. You may definitely remain with me for the rest of your life. I think having a lovely godchild dancing around my home the entire day would be a lot of fun." Elise advised her to have a more positive attitude. Mira stated this to Elise while she was still crying and hugging her. "I do not even know how I could repay you both, but I will certainly compensate you eventually," she murmured between her sobs. "I will definitely pay you someday." ******* "Congratulations Miss Campbell and Mr. Wilson. I shall hope that the two of you are blessed with a long and happy life together." An employee of Wilson Corporation expressed their gratitude while toasting with a glass of champagne inside the imposing headquarters of the company. Deborah made the decision to have a party inside the corporation after she received the divorce papers that had been signed. She wanted to indicate that the union of Wilson and Campbell would be taking place very soon. Lindsey reacted with a charming smile while tenderly putting her head on Lawrence's shoulder. "Thank you so much. We appreciate it. Let us all work incredibly hard and cheerfully for this firm," she said. On the other hand, Lawrence did nothing but grin while drinking his alcohol. "Would you mind if I joined in on the enjoyment, Mr. Wilson?" Erick appeared out of nowhere and trespassed his way into the business hall where the party was being hosted. As Lawrence finally comprehended who the invader was, he twitched uncontrollably. This saintly physician upset him for reasons he was unable to comprehend, he has indeed been furious. And the fact that this guy had previously loved Mira and had even made attempts to pursue her, ignited the flames of his rage. It's not that he had feelings for Mira, but the fact that so many guys were interested in his property made Lawrence very annoyed. "Doctor Rogers! Why are you even in this place? As you may have seen, Mira is not present, and I do not currently have responsibility for her." Lawrence inquired in a controlled manner, despite the fact that he felt the want to punch the guy in the face. "Yes, Mr. Wilson. I am aware of that, for sure. I know because I am now responsible for her safety," Erick said. The impassioned claim being made by Erick caused Lawrence's eyes to bulge out of his head in astonishment. "How could you stand to have pleasure with some bitch while your wife was suffering all by herself, huh?" "What? Me? A bitch? Wow! When did you have the audacity to call me that? Security!" Lindsey let out an angry yell at that point. "Give me a moment to do this before I divide you into bits, you terrible serpent." Lindsey became paralyzed because of Erick's sudden threat. "Heck people, I gave up on her in the past because I believed that you were the only one who could really bring her happiness. I believed you were better than me since she picked you, but now, looking at you Mr. Wilson? And as she sobbed in my arms, I realized that you are a lousy person, husband, and even father! You don't even deserve to be one, as a matter of fact!" As Erick yelled, everyone in the hall stopped what they were doing and listened at them. Yet Lawrence was the one who was most taken aback, as seen by the way his chest was heaving as a result of the strain. In order to protect herself from whatever the guy could divulge next, Deborah drew the security guards towards Erick herself. She was terrified that Erick would reveal that she had attempted to terminate Mira's pregnancy in order to silence her. As a result, Erick was forcibly taken away from the premises. Lawrence was left in a state of confusion because of Erick's words "I think you're being taken in by that man's bluff, son." A shaky giggle came from Deborah. " He must be crazy with Mira, since that's the only explanation for why he came up with those reasons, right?" She continued, doing her best to conceal her anxiety while saying, "But he has to be glad that that dirty disgusting lady is now completely his!" Deborah trembled as a result of Lawrence's severe look, which he directed towards her mother. "Mom, I don't know, but it's possible that's the situation. Pardon me. I have to go the washroom. Please excuse me." After making his point clear, he hastily planted a peck on both of Lindsey's cheeks before proceeding. “But why do I feel, Erick was telling the truth?” Lawrence whispered to himself as we strolled his way outside of the building. “Mira, why do you keep on bothering me.”