WILLOW
Present
Everything was real. I knew Harper and the mysterious woman had murdered me. They are to blame for my death. But God still loves me. God didn't abandon me. All I have to do is take responsibility and find ways to prove that they killed me. That I had already died and been reborn by God. For now, I need to act like I don't know what will happen in my future. I need to act innocent to know the culprit behind my death.
Nobody would believe me if I told them what happened to me, I'm sure. Even my family, mostly my husband. Worst case scenario, they'll label me insane. I need to find evidence that the incident happened. I'm not going to squander God’s trust in me. This time, I'm prepared. I need to be stronger than before!
I took a deep breath and went downstairs. This day should be a normal day for me. I saw my husband, Lucas, sitting in his office chair on the ground floor. He is engrossed in his work as usual.
Should I tell my husband what happened to me?
No. He won’t believe me, anyway. So I approached him cautiously, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. Our marriage had always been one of convenience, a carefully constructed façade to satisfy his family's expectations. I had played the role of the trophy wife, adorning his arm at social events, while my own ideal of having a happy family, dreams and desires withered away.
"Lucas," I said softly, my voice trembling with a mix of resignation and longing.
He looked up from his papers, his gaze meeting mine. There was a weariness in his eyes, a distance that had grown between us over the years. "What do you want?" he replied, his tone devoid of warmth or affection. He wasn’t even looking at me.
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I... I've been thinking," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "We've been living this way for so long, pretending that everything is fine. But... but it's not, Lucas. Our marriage... it's empty. It's suffocating."
A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, swiftly masked by a mask of indifference. "What are you trying to say, huh?" he asked, his voice laced with impatience.
Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over. "I can't keep living like this, Lucas!" I admitted, my voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and defiance. "I need more than being a trophy wife, more than an accessory to your life. I need love, respect, and a partner who sees me for who I truly am!”
Lucas sighed, his expression hardened. "You knew what you were getting into when we got married!" he said dismissively. "You knew the role you were expected to play. If you're unhappy, perhaps you should reevaluate your expectations!”
His words struck me like a dagger to the heart, a painful reminder of my place in his life. I had known what I was getting into, but I had hoped that love and companionship would blossom over time. Instead, I had become a prisoner in my own home, a decoration to be paraded around, but never truly seen.
The tears I had fought so hard to hold back spilled down my cheeks, my voice choked with emotion. "Is this all I am to you, Lucas? A trophy wife? A convenient arrangement? Don't you see that I'm drowning in this life, suffocating under the weight of unfulfilled dreams and unspoken truths?"
Lucas remained silent, his eyes avoiding mine. The silence spoke volumes, confirming my worst fears. I was nothing more than a burden, a reminder of a life he had reluctantly chosen.
"I deserve more than this, Lucas! You know it!" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Lucas's anger had flared, and my heart pounded in my chest, torn between hurt and jealousy. I had dared to voice my desires, to demand more from our marriage, and it had only elicited his wrath.
"You're impossible, Willow!" Lucas spat, his face contorted with frustration. "All you do is demand and complain! Can't you see that I'm doing everything I can to provide for you, to give you a comfortable life? That is all that you want, right?!”
His words stung like a thousand needles, and my eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt. "All I want is to be seen and loved for who I am, Lucas!" I retorted, my voice trembling with emotion. "But you only see me as a burden, as someone who should be grateful for the life you've given me!”
Lucas laughed bitterly, the sound grating on my already frayed nerves. "Grateful? You should be grateful that I took you in, that I gave you a place in this family," he sneered, his words cutting deep.
I took a step closer, my hands trembling with suppressed emotion. "I never asked for this life, Lucas. I never asked to be a trophy wife or to be paraded around like a showpiece. I just wanted your love and respect. Your time,”
His eyes narrowed, and a cruel smirk played at the corner of his lips. "Respect is earned, Willow. And right now, you're not doing much to earn it."
The words hit me like a slap in the face, and tears welled up in my eyes. "Is that all I am to you? A disappointment?" I whispered, my voice breaking.
Lucas sighed, frustration evident in his every movement. "You're making this so much harder than it needs to be," he said, his tone exasperated. "Can't you just be content with what you have? Not everyone gets the opportunity to live a life like yours! You should be grateful!”
Anger flared within me, fueled by the injustice of his words. "You think I'm happy living like this?" I shot back, my voice rising. "You think I don't see the way you look at other women, the way you enjoy their company while I'm left here, suffocating in this gilded cage?"
For a moment, his composure wavered, and I saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a defensive anger. "You're overreacting, Willow! They’re just friends! Business partners! You're blowing things out of proportion!”
"No, I'm not!" I cried, my voice breaking as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. "I deserve more than this, Lucas! I deserve a husband who loves and cherishes me, who sees me as more than just an accessory to his life."
He took a step back, his face contorted with anger. "Maybe you should find that husband then," he spat, the words a cold dismissal.
The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over, and I turned away, unable to bear the pain any longer. "Maybe I will," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“Good luck with that, my wife. I doubt if there’s a guy who will like you given you have nothing to offer,” Lucas's smug expression twisted my insides, his words laced with condescension.
How could he belittle my worth like this? I am his wife! For pete’s sake! I had reached my breaking point, and the anger within me surged like a roaring fire! I wouldn’t let him speak to me like this anymore!
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WILLOW "You think I can't find someone better than you?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with defiance. "Someone who actually values me for who I am, rather than treating me like a disposable object? I refuse to believe that, Lucas! You’ll see!” He leaned in, his eyes narrowing with a mix of arrogance and superiority. "You're delusional if you think anyone would want you, Willow," he sneered. "You don't fit in with my family because you don't even try. You've always been an outsider, and it's your own fault." I clenched my fists, my voice trembling with a blend of anger and hurt. "Don't you dare blame me for your family's disdain," I shot back, my words biting through the air. My rage is starting to get back, especially knowing his mother killed me. "Your mother, Harper, has never accepted me! Tiffany and Brittany have always treated me with contempt. Ethan treats me like a servant. How can I fit in when they've made it clear they don't want me?" Lucas shook his head, dismissing my w
WILLOW The next day. “Willow, here’s money. I don’t want you to think that I deprived my trophy wife money that she needs. Go out and have fun,” Lucas smirked at me as he was ready to go to the office. I know this is the right time to pretend, so Lucas won’t know I am planning something. “Thanks for the offer. But I am not feeling well today. I have a stomach ache. I might just stay here in the house for a while. Don’t bother,” And I put on an act. Lucas seemed to believe me and he shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, then,” But the truth is, I am going to follow my husband today. So before 5 p.m, I went out and went to his company. I am going to check my husband’s whereabouts. I have a bad feeling about it. So as I sat in the car, waiting for Lucas's arrival, my heart pounded with nervous anticipation. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the empty parking lot. It was now 5 p.m., the end of office hours, and I knew that Lucas would soon emerge from the
WILLOW "I... I'm just following my husband," I stammered, my voice trembling with a mix of anxiety and defiance. I tried to maintain my composure, but the weight of their judgment pressed upon me, threatening to break my resolve. A cold smile curved the receptionist's lips as she retorted, "Following your husband, are you? And what makes you think you have the right to waltz into a place like this?" I felt a surge of anger rise within me, fueled by the injustice of their assumptions. I straightened my posture, summoning the courage to defend myself against their baseless judgments. "I may not be rich or have the pedigree that you desire, but I am married to Lucas Davis!” I declared, my voice gaining strength as I fought back against their prejudice. "You may not believe it, but the truth remains. I have every right to be here!” Laughter echoed through the lobby as the receptionist scoffed, her words dripping with venom. "Married to Lucas Davis? Please, spare us the fiction! You ar
WILLOWTears streamed down my face, my body trembling with a mixture of heartache and anger. How could they? How could Lucas, the man I vowed to love and cherish, betray me in such a callous manner? And his own family, who had never accepted me, now embraced this woman with open arms?! The pain of their collective betrayal weighed heavily on my spirit, threatening to drag me into a bottomless abyss of despair.I clutched my chest, struggling to catch my breath as the realization of the magnitude of their deception washed over me. The marriage I believed in, the love I thought we shared, was nothing more than an illusion!Now I feel glad that my mother-in-law killed me. I had the chance to be reborn and see the circumstances that happened in my life. I was too dumb. Too naive. Too stupid! I had been nothing but a pawn in their game, a trophy wife meant to satisfy their desires and uphold their image!Through tear-stained eyes, I watched a
WILLOWThe memories of Lucas's betrayal replayed in my mind like a cruel filmstrip. The pain of his infidelity cut deep, piercing my heart with every recollection. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, as anger and resentment surged through me."How could he do this to me?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling with a mix of anguish and disbelief. "How could he betray our marriage and choose someone else over me? He has been cheating me for so long!"Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I tried to make sense of it all. I had believed in our marriage, in the vows we had exchanged, and in the love we had shared. But now, all those promises felt like empty echoes, shattered by the reality of his unfaithfulness.A bitter laugh escaped my lips, tinged with a touch of self-mockery. "I guess I was never enough for him, was I?" I said, my voice filled with bitterness. "I was just a trophy wife, a convenient facade to maintain his image. And now, he's found some
WILLOWLucas was beside me, sitting at their extravagant dining table, surrounded by the opulence of the Davis family, a heavy tension filled the air. The clinking of silverware and the murmurs of conversation only served to emphasize my isolation within their world.Harper's icy glare bore into me, her displeasure evident in every line of her face. With a condescending tone, she directed her words towards me, her voice laced with mockery. "Willow, my dear, I must say, it's quite entertaining to have you join us tonight. Such an unexpected surprise!” Her voice is full of sarcasm. I know I could feel it.The room erupted into polite chuckles, their laughter disguising the underlying cruelty. I felt like a fragile bird trapped in a gilded cage, an object of amusement for their entertainment.Brittany leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, as if assessing my worth. "Tell me, Willow, have you ever attended a charity gala? Rubbed shoulders with influential figures
WILLOWI can still recall the time when Lucas and I endeavored to conceive a child. It was a profoundly distressing past. And as much as possible, I prefer not to recollect it. But it persistently resurfaces now that I've unveiled Lucas's faithlessness.I took a seat opposite Lucas in our warm and inviting living room, my hands anxiously intertwined as I mustered the courage to disclose my innermost longing. The expectation lingered in the atmosphere, heavy with aspiration and uncertainty. This was a dialogue we both yearned for, yet it bore its own burden."Lucas," I softly commenced, my voice infused with a mixture of enthusiasm and unease, "I believe I am prepared. Prepared to embark on the next phase, prepared to introduce a little one into our existence."Lucas's eyes widened, a glimmer of joy dancing within them. His countenance illuminated with a radiant smile, and his voice quivered with a fusion of happiness and disbelief. "Willow, are you sincere? Do you truly desire to have
WILLOWThe following day arrived, and I found myself occupying the confines of a clinical doctor's office, my heart pulsating with a blend of eager anticipation and trepidation. The obstetrician-gynecologist commenced elucidating the outcomes of the previously conducted examinations. Each utterance that escaped her lips felt akin to an arrow, impaling me with excruciating veracity I had not steeled myself to confront.She maintained a composed and professional demeanor, her voice resounding with an air of detachment against the tempestuous whirlwind of emotions raging within me. "Willow, I'm regretful to inform you that the test results suggest the presence of a condition that impairs your fertility. You have received a diagnosis of infertility, a circumstance that presents formidable challenges to the conception of a child."The room appeared to swirl around me as her words permeated my consciousness. Infertility. The gravity of that term descended upon me like an oppressive weight,