The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

“Miss Natalie! Are you okay?” Laura’s voice came from behind the door, making Debbie stop kicking my stomach.

She promptly bent down, covered my mouth with her hand, and whispered, “Say you’re okay, or I’ll publish that video on social media. Everyone will believe it’s you!”

She slowly removed her hand from my mouth. All that mattered to me now was saving my babies, so I did exactly what she said to make her leave.

“I’m good,” I said in a heavy voice.

She paused for a moment, then asked again with concern, “Are you sure? If you are-” I cut her off, “I’m fine, Laura!” as Debbie pulled me by my hair.

I couldn’t resist her. I felt dizzy, and my heartbeat quickened so much that it felt like I was about to faint as the pain in my stomach became unbearable.

After a few minutes, Debbie left my room, sneaking out after Laura had gone.

I wanted to take my phone and call Rafael, to ask him why he did this to me and to tell him what Debbie had just done. But I didn’t have the energy. My head was spinning uncontrollably. I preferred to sleep before doing anything else. I felt my eyelids closing uncontrollably.

I fell into a deep sleep, maybe for six or seven hours. What woke me up were slight knocks on my door. When I opened my eyes, I found myself with my hands protectively around my abdomen.

The door knocked again, louder this time. I raised my head and answered, “Yes?”

“Miss Natalie, you haven’t eaten all day. I brought you some food,” said Laura.

I sat on my bed and mumbled, “Come in.”

As soon as the door opened and the aroma of food wafted in, my stomach growled.

Rosy chuckled as she placed the food before me and said, “It seems we came at the right time!”

I smiled at her and asked Laura, who was still standing at the door, “Did Rafael come home?”

She shook her head and said, “No, Miss.”

I didn’t know why, but my heart tightened. I felt as if I didn’t mean anything to him. He didn’t even try to explain himself to me!

“Did he call?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound neutral.

“No, he didn’t,” Laura replied in a tender voice.

When they left my room, I picked up my phone in hopes of finding missed calls from him, but there weren’t any. There were plenty of messages from Fello and Rebecca asking how I was. Then, one message from Daniel asked me to call him for something urgent. But there was nothing from Rafael.

I let out a deep sigh, feeling frustrated. I called Daniel, and he picked up the call on the first ring.

“Nat! Where have you been? Why was your phone off?” he asked anxiously.

Even though he couldn’t see me, I managed a small smile, but my eyes welled up with tears. I wished this concern was from Rafael. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shake off the hurt. “You have to wake up, Natalie. He chose someone else.” I thought.

“I have to move on,” I whispered to myself, determination strengthening my resolve.

“I can’t believe he dumped me in such a way,” I muttered, disbelief still lingering in my heart.

“But he did, Natalie. You heard it with your own ears,” I reminded myself, the reality sinking in with a heavy weight.

“Natalie? Are you still there?” Daniel asked, his voice calm but concerned.

I pressed my fingers to my forehead to ease the headache, cleared my throat, and said with a hoarse voice, “I’m here.”

“Where are you?” he asked, his concern palpable even through the phone.

“Home,” I replied, heading to the balconyafter hearing some strange voices outside.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“At Merrin?” he stated, sounding surprised. “Did you see the news? Have you heard what’s going to happen?”

I reached the balcony door of my room and opened it, only to see a group of people with their cameras in the front yard. I was shocked. What were the paparazzi doing here?

Then, my gaze fell on Rafael and Debbie standing close together, their expressions happy and seemingly compatible. A crowd of paparazzi surrounded them, capturing every moment.

My husband stood among a crowd of paparazzi, publicly declaring the date of his marriage to his fiancee, whom he made me believe he didn’t love.

He neglected me because of that suspicious deal of the shipment, without even hearing my side of the story. He just judged me and now chose that evil woman?

“Natalie, please, answer me,” Daniel said, his voice drawing me back to the present. I had forgotten he was still on the line.

“Daniel, I’ll call you later,” I said in a cold tone, though my heart felt shattered and broken, and I knew it would never fully heal.

“Wait, please!” he said urgently. “If you need me, just call, and I’ll take you out of the country immediately.”

I didn’t reply. I just hung up as Rafael began addressing the crowd. I could see his mother standing behind him, along with grandma and Tobi.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he started, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd.

The crowd started taking photos of the couple, their camera flashes exploding around the venue like wildfire. Every journalist was eager to cover the announcement and capture the best photo of the couple.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes to my balcony as if he knew I was standing there. My heart tightened as our gazes met. The strange thing was that he smiled a sad smile before returning his gaze to the crowd, proceeding to announce the date of the wedding.

With every word he uttered, a hot tear rolled down my cheek, searing my broken heart instead of my cheeks.

I met Debbie’s gloating gaze as she held Rafael’s arm, silently declaring her victory.

I wiped my tears away harshly, determined not to shed any more. “No more tears, Natalie. No more tears,” I whispered to myself. Placing my hand on my belly, I made a solemn promise, “I promise I’ll be the strong mother you deserve. I promise to make sure he never hurts us again.”

I lifted my gaze and found him staring back at me. Despite the distance between us-I on my balcony and he in the yard-I could still feel the weight of his sad gaze. Did he feel pity for me?

I looked at him one last time before turning around and stepping back into my room.

“It’s the end of this story. It’s the end of us, Rafael,” I whispered to myself, a mix of resignation and determination in my voice.