Two Weddings, One Wedlock Chapter 07

Two Weddings, One Wedlock Chapter 07 The Life You Owe Me

But is a marriage only without cheating ever really meaningful enough?

I looked at Oliver, my voice heavy. “It’s about Sofia.”

It was you.

Oliver, all of this was because of you.

I was tired of being cast aside every time you had to choose. Tired of nights spent torturing myself with doubt.

I cried myself to sleep countless nights, feeling like I was losing my mind.

Questioning my worth over and over felt like being cut apart slowly, painfully.

Back then, I couldn’t understand.

I was Mia Jenkins – educated, successful, loved by my family, building a career I was proud of.

But in this marriage, I was never my husband’s first choice.

Was I not good enough?

Not smart enough?

What did I do wrong to deserve this?

I almost drove myself crazy.

Only after crying every last tear did I finally realize:

It wasn’t that I wasn’t worthy.

It was that you didn’t deserve my whole, honest heart.

I don’t need anyone to choose me to know my value.

I am enough, just as I am.

After that failed conversation about divorce, I moved out for good.

I told my parents what I planned to do.

They were traveling abroad, but the second they heard, they supported me completely and

wanted to fly home immediately.

I stopped them.

“I’ll handle this. Don’t worry.”

“Mia, whatever you decide, we’re with you,” Mom said.

“No matter what, don’t you ever be afraid to speak up if you’re hurt or mistreated, we’re always here for you. You’re always our pride.”

I hung up with tears in my eyes.

Then I hired a strong divorce lawyer and handed everything over to her.

Even if Oliver refused to sign, it didn’t matter.

Once we’d been separated long enough, I could still file for divorce in court.

Living alone finally let me breathe again.

I took time off work to heal, and I picked up my old hobby: planting flowers.

One day, I’d just signed for a delivery of flower seeds when I saw Oliver standing outside my door.

In only a few days, he changed a lot.

Stubble, messy suit, reeking of alcohol.

Nothing like the polished, confident man he’d once been.

I stepped back, keeping my distance. “Did you come to sign the divorce papers?”

His answer had nothing to do with it.

“Mia… I know I was wrong.”

His face was pale, his eyes broken.

“I shouldn’t have done that wedding scene with Sofia. I hurt you, and I’m so sorry.”

“I already started planning our real wedding. I’ll make it bigger, better than anything. Anything you want.”

“And the honeymoon – I was wrong to leave you on the highway. Yell at me. Hit me. Do whatever you need. Just let it all out. I’ll take anything.”

“I’ll make up for everything I owe you. Please don’t leave me…please.”

His voice cracked, and sorrow poured straight from his eyes.

He looked so desperate, so pleading that anyone would have forgiven him.

But I just shook my head.

“You can’t make it up to me.”

“Why…why not?”

I stared into his drunken, confused eyes, then held out the follow-up medical slip from my miscarriage a couple of days earlier.

“You can’t. Oliver. You owe me a life.”

I was pregnant.

All that throwing up after the highway wasn’t a cold or a stomach bug.

A tiny life had been growing inside me, and I never even knew.

But it was too small, too fragile.

Between the shock, the cold, and the pain, it didn’t survive.

When the doctor told me I’d lost the baby, my mind went completely blank.

Grief crashed over me like a wave.

I was going to be a mom.

But I failed.

I never even had the chance to fully embrace that sudden joy, yet I’m already tasting the agony of a heartbreaking loss.

Before I went into surgery, I never hated Oliver.