Wishing for my husband´s child

Amelie Mason.

"I want a divorce."

My hands trembled as I held the paper my husband had just handed me.

It couldn't be true. How could I believe those cruel words came from the same lips that, just this morning, had kissed me tenderly?

"Please... is this a joke? If it is, that's enough," I tried to smile, pretending nothing was happening.

"Just name your price and sign it," he growled, impatiently tossing the papers. His gaze was cold. Mine, shattered.

"Armando! Wait... what is all this?" I read the documents over and over, without understanding what was happening.

His hardened face showed no compassion.

"Collect your things, Amelie. You must leave this house right now."

I shook my head, again and again. It couldn't be true, he... he couldn't do this to me.

Armando turned away, but I ran after him.

"My love, what is going on? This morning you left as usual, we kissed, everything was fine. Why are you doing this?"

He spun around furiously, and his words struck me harder than a slap.

"I don't love you anymore, Amelie. I want you to leave. Now!"

"This is my house too. You can't just kick me out like this, just tell me why... a single reason."

"You're useless to me now," he spat with contempt. "You couldn't even give me an heir. My family is sick of you."

"Is that why? But we talked about it! We had an agreement, and we were going to adopt. Armando, please!"

"Get out! Rosalía is about to arrive."

"What?" I paled upon hearing that name. Rosalía. His college ex.

"Get out!" Armando roared, grabbing my arm. He dragged me across the room as if I were an intruder, not his wife.

"Out, now, Amelie! You disgust me. I never want to see you again!"

"Armando, no! Please, Armando!" I knew begging wouldn't help, but I did it anyway. Then, with a brutal shove, he threw me onto the street and slammed the door shut with a sound like a gunshot.

I stood paralyzed in front of that door. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

I wanted to die right there.

Armando, the love of my life, my husband for seven years, had just thrown me out like garbage. I had emancipated myself from my family to be with him. I had invested every last cent of my savings to save his company. I gave him everything... and now I had nothing left. Only emptiness.

Two months later

I hadn't managed to recover from the divorce when I found myself standing in front of my father's coffin. Beside me, my mother clung tightly to my arm, sobbing with a tearing pain.

"You must fulfill your father's last wish, Amelie," she murmured through her tears. "We can't be left on the street, especially now that you're separated from your husband."

I remained silent, processing each word like a dagger. Carefully, I released her hand from my arm and took a couple