Chapter 2 Get Out

• Serena
• The ride home was quick, but every second felt blurry .
• I barely took in the passing streets, the towering skyline, or the familiar gates of the Foster mansion. My mind was too full and loud to have a care in the world.
• Clutching the medical report tightly, I stepped inside the mansion ,my heels clicking against the marble floor.
• The grand chandelier shone over the living room, but the house felt colder than usual.
• Without a word, I made my way upstairs, my fingers gripping the metal railing as I climbed.
• My heart pounded hard with each step, my mind racing with what I would say to George.
• But just as I reached our bedroom door, I froze mid-step.
• A soft, feminine voice , tinged with amusement—drifted from inside the room.
• "George, you promised me you’d handle it."
• My breath hitched as my fingers, still gripping the doorknob, went rigid.
• Then came George’s voice—low and smug. "Relax, baby. It’s done. She got the news today."
• There was a rustle of movement, then a soft giggle. "So she really can’t have kids?"
• "Never," George said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "I made sure of it."
• My stomach twisted painfully.
• The woman sighed dramatically. "God, I can't believe you wasted all those years on her. What a pain in the ass."
• George let out a short laugh. "She was useful for a while, but let’s be honest—what’s a wife who can’t even give me a child?" His voice dipped, smug and cruel. "She’s nothing now. Just an empty woman with no purpose."
• My fingers clenched around the papers, my nails digging into the sheets as bile rose in my throat.
• "Now that we’re finally getting rid of her," the woman purred, "we can be together properly. No more sneaking around."
• "You’re the only one I want," George murmured. "And now that you’re carrying my child… nothing else matters."
• A sharp gasp escaped me before I could stop it.
• The voices inside went silent.
• For a moment, all I could hear was my own heartbeat thudding violently in my ears.
• Then—
• "Did you hear that?" the woman whispered.
• I took a shaky step back, my entire body trembling. The paper in my hand crumpled, my nails dug into it so hard I felt the sting.
• Tears blurred my vision, but I forced myself to swallow them down.
• I had heard enough.
• Without thinking and with out hesitation I pushed the door open with trembling hands and tears streaming down my face.
• The air inside was thick and smelled of expensive cologne and perfume—his and hers. The sight before me made my stomach churn.
• George stood by the bed, his shirt slightly undone, a glass of whiskey in hand. And beside him, draped in nothing but a silk robe, was her.
• Sophia Reeds my so called husband's Secretary.
• I had seen her before—at business events, lingering too close to George. I had even come across texts from this very woman, ones I had foolishly ignored. Nudes, flirty messages, things that should have made me question everything. But I had trusted George so badly. I had believed in our vows.
• Now, I looked at Sophia—my husband’s pregnant mistress—with fresh eyes.
• She smirked. "Well, well," she drawled, tilting her head. "Looks like the little wife finally put two and two together."
• My throat tightened. "I heard everything." My voice shook, raw and broken.
• George exhaled sharply, setting down his drink as if the situation was nothing more than a mild inconvenience. "Good," he said coldly. Then, without hesitation, he reached for a folder on the nightstand and threw it at my feet.
• "Sign them," he said, his voice void of emotion. "And get out of my house. You’re no longer my problem."
• My lip trembled. "How could you—"
• "You should’ve known this was coming," Sophia cut in with a laugh, her manicured nails tracing George’s arm. "I mean, what kind of man wants to stay married to a barren woman?"
• The words hit me like a freight train.
• George didn’t deny it. He only gave a small, cruel smile. "You heard her. I want you gone. And if you don’t leave willingly…" He snapped his fingers.
• Within seconds, two guards stepped inside the room.
• I took a shaky step back. "George, please—"
• "Take her out," he ordered. "I never want to see that face again."
• The guards didn’t hesitate. Before I could react, rough hands grabbed my arms, dragging me toward the door.
• Sophia giggled behind me. "Oh, and don’t worry, sweetheart," she called out. "George is in good hands now."
• I fought against the guards, but their grip was strong. Tears blurred my vision as I was dragged out of the room—the room I had once called ours.
• The door slammed shut behind me.
• And just like that, my marriage was over.
• I stumbled as the guards shoved me out of the mansion, my heels scraping against the gravel driveway. The cold night air hit me like a slap, but nothing felt as cold as the betrayal burning inside me.
• I barely had time to steady myself before a sleek black car pulled up to the gate.
• The door swung open, and out stepped Evelyn Foster.
• My mother-in-law.
• Dressed in an expensive coat, her blonde hair perfectly styled, she looked every bit the powerful matriarch she believed herself to be. And the moment her sharp gaze landed on me, her lips curled in disgust.
• "Ah," Evelyn drawled, stepping closer. "I was wondering when the trash will finally be taken out."
• My throat tightened. "Mrs. Foster, please—"
• Evelyn scoffed, cutting me off with a flick of her manicured fingers. "Oh, don’t embarrass yourself with any pathetic begging. It’s over, Serena. My son finally came to his senses."
• I swallowed hard, but before I could speak, Evelyn reached into her designer handbag, pulled out a wad of cash, and threw it at my feet. The crisp bills scattered on the ground.
• "Here," Evelyn said with a smirk. "Consider it a parting gift. You should be grateful—I usually don’t waste money on useless women."
• My fingers curled into fists. "You've always hated me," I whispered, my voice trembling.
• Evelyn let out a laugh, one filled with nothing but cruelty. "Hate you? Oh, darling, despise is a better word. You stood in the way of my son’s future. My family’s future. And now, thank God, that problem is finally gone."
• She took a step closer, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You couldn’t even do the one thing a wife is supposed to do—give her husband a child. But don’t worry," she sneered. "That mistake has been corrected. I’ll finally have a grandson."
• The words twisted in my chest like a knife.
• Evelyn gave me one last condescending glance before turning to the guards. "Make sure she’s really gone. I don’t want her lurking around like some stray dog."
• I didn’t wait for more.
• With tears blurring my vision, I turned and walked away.