Ayla had been confined in a room with white walls with only a bed and a small window high up near the ceiling. She had lost count of the days since she first entered the ntal institution. She wondered if she would ever be able to escape and return to the outside to see the world again.
She was denied her freedom, and Alistair had forbidden her any contact with the outside world. Everyone kept saying that she had lost her mind after giving birth and was ntally unstable. Of course, none of these were true, but no one bothered to listen to Ayla’s plea as she cried for help.
When she regained consciousness a few days ago in this place, Ayla quickly realized what Alistair was up to. With her being deed ntally unstable, Alistair had taken advantage of her vulnerability and confined her in a psychiatric facility against her will. He would probably use this excuse to deny her the custody of their newborn son and divorce her. Her entire body trembled at the thought.
Ayla curled up on the bed, dressed in a hospital gown, feeling trapped and hopeless. Her long hair was matted and tangled, representing her inner turmoil. Her complexion was pale, and her eyes were filled with tears. She couldn’t help but wonder how she had ended up in this situation.
Her hopes of being freed from her husband’s clutches went down the drain, as her mother couldn’t even offer her any assistance. Alistair was intent on keeping her inside the ntal facility, isolated from the outside world. He was probably hoping that keeping her here would eventually break her spirit and mind at the sa ti.
The door of the room she was in suddenly opened, and her husband, whom Ayla hadn’t seen for weeks, stepped inside. Ayla imdiately sat up and moved into the corner. She looked like prey being cornered by a dangerous predator.
Alistair regarded her with cold eyes as he sat on a chair with crossed legs. Ayla’s heart raced with fear as she tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping to go unnoticed. She hadn’t forgotten yet how her husband tried to strangle her to death before he sent her to this place.
The re thought of him laying his hands on her was enough for Ayla to tremble in fear and desperation. She understood very well now how dangerous he truly was. She had blinded herself to his true nature for far too long, but now she couldn’t longer ignore the reality.
Looking at her husband, Ayla wondered if her cousin, Adrienne, knew Alistair’s true nature and if this was the reason why she rejected him repeatedly. No matter the cost, this man wouldn’t stop at anything to get what he wanted.
"Ayla, you should sign the divorce papers while I’m still being kind to you." Alistair’s voice sounded cold and calculating, sending shivers down Ayla’s spine.
"I-I will sign it if you remove the clause that says I’m also giving up my rights over our son." She answered with a hoarse voice.
Alistair smiled sinisterly and replied, "And why would I do that?"
Ayla looked helplessly at her husband. She was willing to divorce him now, freeing herself from this miserable marriage life she shared with him, but she could not possibly abandon her newborn son to her deranged husband.
Alistair feigned concern and heaved a sigh. "You are making this hard for , Ayla. Don’t you see I’m giving you a way out?"
Ayla looked at him, daring to et his gaze. Only now could she see how dark and cold his eyes were. She knew she had to leave her husband but couldn’t leave her son behind. She knew she had to find a solution to keep her son safe.
"No, please. I know you want to be with Addie, but please allow to have my child instead. I won’t let another woman raise my baby!" She exclaid out of desperation.
Tears welled up in Ayla’s eyes as she pleaded with her husband, desperately searching for a compromise. She knew deep down that her son’s well-being was at stake, and she couldn’t bear the thought of him being caught in her husband’s madness any longer.
Alistair’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
"It seems you haven’t learned your place," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom.
He stood up, and Ayla jumped in surprise, her heart pounding with fear. Sothing snapped within her and grabbed his arm.
"Please. Please, I beg you. Let go, Alistair. I’ll do whatever you want; just let go and live with my child in peace," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"My child isn’t yours. How many tis do I need to remind you that you are unfit to be the mother of my child?" Alistair said coldly, leaving Ayla speechless from his heartlessness. "And you haven’t suffered enough to my liking. Do you think I’ve already forgotten all the offense you’ve done towards ? You will regret ever crossing paths with ."
Ayla’s body trembled as she tried to steady her voice. "I never ant to hurt you, Alistair. I was lost and made mistakes, but I’ve changed. Please, give a chance to make things right."
Alistair’s eyes narrowed, and his anger was apparent on his face.
"You had your chance, Ayla. You are leaving with no options. Since you refused to sign the divorce papers, then don’t bla for dragging this out any longer. You only have yourself to bla in the end."
He stood up, intending to leave, and Ayla beca more desperate. She knew her husband wasn’t giving her an empty threat this ti.
Ayla’s heart pounded as she watched Alistair turn towards the door. Panic consud her, knowing that if he left now, she may never have another chance to escape his clutches. With a burst of adrenaline, she propelled herself off the bed and raced towards him, desperation fueling her every move.
"No! Please, Alistair, don’t leave here!" Ayla cried out, her voice filled with desperation.
Alistair turned to face her, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.
"You should have thought about that before you married , Ayla. Now, you will face the consequences."
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