Chapter 3 Cast aside

EDINA'S POV

I leaned my forehead against the wooden door, my knuckles sore from knocking. Tears came rolling down my cheeks and my heart broke into thousands of irreplaceable pieces. Pieces that I couldn't gather, pieces that I didn't know how it got shattered.

"Maxwell, can you please open the door?" I whispered, my voice shaking. I was feeling so dizzy and tired, so weak and hungry.

Never believed my life would end this way.

I wish a miracle of some sort would happen and he would open the door and tell me it was a prank, a mistake, and that he loved me.

The cold night air made me shiver, and the silence around me felt heavier with each passing second, tears dripping down my cheeks.

I felt sad as I waited, each moment feeling like it was taking forever.

How could he be so heartless, aware that I had nowhere else to turn?

For years, I had tried to be the wife he desired, the woman he professed to love. And now, here I was, pleading at our front door, and he refused to open it.

I took a shaky breath to gather my strength and knocked again, more forcefully this time.

"Maxwell! Just... let me in please." My voice faltered, and I hated how vulnerable I sounded, but I didn't care; I just needed him to let me in.

"Maxwell!" I cried, pounding my fists against the hardwood. Silence circled me-an empty void.

My voice was hoarse from crying and the moon watching down on me seemed to mock me.

How did my life crumble like this in seconds?

I sank to my knees, pressing my palm against the door, the cold crawling in. I had desperately hoped that things could improve-that he would remember our past and love. But now, it felt like a mere wish, as if deceiving myself that things would get better.

"Please," I breathed one last time. "Just... give me a chance to speak to you."

I closed my eyes, letting memories flood my mind-the late nights filled with laughter in this very house, the promises he made when we first wed.

I had faith in those promises, even as they drifted off and I saw the true man he was. How could he simply forget all we had shared?

Everything turned sour as Kourtney returned, I was too busy trying to be the perfect wife to realize that he had been cheating on me

The cold made me shiver as I pulled my coat closer. It didn't help much against the chill that came from feeling very lonely.

My fingers were numb, and my feet hurt, but I stayed there, saying his name quietly, wishing he would open up to me.

But he didn't.

I knocked on the door once more, desperation rising in my throat.  "Maxwell, I'm your wife!" The words burst forth, feeling almost strange, as if I didn't truly believe them anymore.

Oh, was...He has served me the divorce papers already.

Defeated, I pressed my cheek against the door, tiredness consuming me. There was no more shouting, no more pounding on the door. I was simply exhausted.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, warm against the chill, but I hardly felt them-just the ache in my heart overshadowed everything else.

And still, a stubborn part of me lingered, hoping, clinging to the thin thread of love I believed connected us.

And at some point, I thought that I was foolish to believe would ever come to love me, not when he had a son from Kourtney.

Then I thought about my baby, the small life growing within me, and despair washed over me again

How could I bring a child into this  world full of pain? What kind of life could I provide, standing outside a door that should have been my safety, my home?

My eyes stung as darkness blurred my vision, exhaustion tugging at me.

Maybe I'll just stay here for a bit, waiting for him to see that I won't go away... until he has to allow me inside. I had nowhere to go, all my belongings were still inside.

Leaning on the door, I shut my eyes, taking quick and uneven breaths.

I stood up and began to walk to God knows where, it was useless hoping that Maxwell would ever let me in.

The streets were dark and I didn't know where I was going.

I heard a car getting closer in the distance, interrupting my thoughts. The noise got louder as it approached. I felt something hard hit me.

"Miss? Are you okay?" A concerned man's voice reached me as I attempted to focus.  I tried to get up but my knees felt so weak and pain kept driving through me again and again.

A car door slammed quickly and I blinked seeing someone rushed to me. But I couldn't understand it all, the pain was too much for me to bear and it tightened around my chest.

"Miss! Oh my God, I... I didn't see you! Are you alright?"  The man sounded so frantic, but I felt darkness closing in around me again and again.

I started to feel like I was getting heavier and sinking into the cold, hard ground like it was pulling me down, away from all the pain, heartache, and everything else. Right before I gave up, I thought about my child again, the little heartbeat inside me, the delicate life I wanted to keep safe

I was meant to be strong for it, to provide a life I had never known. But here I lay, on the cold ground, fading, unable to fight any longer.

"Please..." I whispered, unsure of whom I was pleading with-Maxwell? The universe? Or perhaps myself, yearning for a strength that had long been vanished.

As I started to lose consciousness, a surprising sense of calm surrounded me. The pain went away, the noise became more quiet and all I could feel was a peaceful, never-ending darkness.