Two Weddings, One Wedlock Chapter 08

Two Weddings, One Wedlock Chapter 08 The Final Goodbye

Before, I’d only blamed myself for being too trusting.

But when I lost that tiny, fragile life, something inside me broke — and for the first time, I felt real hatred.

I hated Oliver for leaving me stranded and alone.

I hated him for blocking me without a second thought.

I hated his coldness, his carelessness, his silence.

I hated ever meeting him.

Every night after the surgery, I cried until I couldn’t

anymore.

I tortured myself by replaying the pain over and over.

If Oliver hadn’t abandoned me…

If I hadn’t been so broken…

Would our baby still be here?

But it had gone.

It was a question with no answer.

It was too late.

As I lifted the lid on this Pandora’s box and passed it to Oliver.

He froze completely.

Slowly, panic spread across his face.

Then guilt and agony crashed into him like a truck.

“You… you were pregnant? When?”

“That surgery you mentioned… that’s what it was? How did I not know?”

“I’m sorry… Mia, I’m so sorry. I hurt you. I hurt our baby…”

His hands shook as he spoke, his face twisted with regret.

Watching him fall apart, I felt a cold, bitter satisfaction.

Oliver was the only child in his family – he’d always wanted a whole family with a baby more than anything.

Our marital house even had a nursery ready, just waiting.

We’d talked about our future, about kids, about everything.

And he destroyed it all.

I wasn’t the only one who deserved to feel this pain.

After a long, heavy silence, Oliver spoke again, his voice broken.

“So… there’s no going back, is there?”

I looked at him calmly. “What do you think?”

He left that day looking completely destroyed.

Later, my lawyer told me Oliver had agreed to the divorce.

He’d given me most of our shared assets as compensation.

I didn’t refuse. I was entitled to every penny of this.

The day we got the divorce decree from the county court, the sun was shining bright – just like the day we’d gotten married six months earlier.

Same people, different ending.

As we walked out of the county court, Oliver grabbed my hand, his eyes desperate.

“Mia… can we still see each other? Even just as friends?”

He’d wasted away. In his suit, he looked like he could blow away in the wind. His slumped eyes were filled with pleading.

I looked at him steadily.

“A good ex is someone who’s gone forever.”

“… I understand.”

He gave me a bitter, hollow smile.

I nodded once, then turned and walked away – and never looked back.

That was the last time I saw Oliver.

Afterward, I went abroad to heal, traveling the world with my parents.

I heard little bits of gossip along the way.

After the divorce, Sofia stayed by Oliver’s side, still trying to win him over.

But he rejected her, coldly and completely.

Then-

Sofia was arrested.

She’d lied about everything. The depression was fake.

She’d actually been involved in bullying and illegal gambling overseas, and used her “illness” to avoid trouble.

As for Oliver?

I heard he drank himself into the hospital more than once.

After that, I never heard his name again.

Now I’m travelling in the Coral Cay Estates, finally at peace.

I never look back.

I only look forward to my life, my happiness, my future.