Resent, Reject, Regret novel Chapter 5

To Deirdre, the burning sensation in her skin was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

Charlene had begun to sob, but instead of being pissed off, Brendan winced in sympathy. Deirdre came to realize that he did not hate seeing women cry in general.

He just hated seeing her cry.

Deirdre got to her hands and feet with great difficulty. “It wasn’t… It wasn’t me,” she stated weakly, showing Brendan her blistered hand. “The spilled water… See? All of it ended up here…”

“F*ck off!” Brendan bellowed. He then slapped her wounded hand away.

She gasped and almost fainted in pain.

Brendan thought she was acting and uttered, “You don’t get a say, b*tch. You should be glad that you’re the one who got scalded. Had Lena been hurt, I wouldn’t have just killed you—I would have made sure you suffered for days before you finally died!

“Get the f*ck out of here!”

Deirdre made her way to the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see mirth in Charlene’s eyes.

“Bren? Stop it, okay? She only did what she did because she loves you,” Charlene intoned. “You two have been married for two years by now. I don’t want to be the wedge in this relationship!”

“Relationship?” Brendan sneered. “There is no relationship, and there’s sure as hell no love to any of this! The only thing she should do now that you’re awake is get the hell out of our hair! Jesus… She only got to be a rich housewife for two godd*mned years because my family wouldn’t agree to our marriage!”

The door closed behind Deirdre, muffling whatever came after his tirade. The only thing accompanying her was the spasm of pain in her chest.

She took two steps forward before a wave of dizziness and nausea—both left over from her forced blood donation—crashed onto her. Even walking had become a tall order, and she burst into tears.

She returned to the ground floor and sank into the couch.

Time passed, but Deirdre lost track of how long it had been until Brendan finally descended the stairs and threw some papers on the table.

“Sign.”

Her eyes caught the headline: ‘Divorce Agreement.’ She froze, lifted her head, and asked, “Didn’t you promise… we wouldn’t be getting a divorce today?”

Brendan’s impatience erupted out of him. “And what? Give you more opportunities to hurt Lena? I just want you to f*ck off as soon as possible. We can’t start over without you out of the picture!”

She felt pangs of pain from the back of her hand. Who on earth was the one that had ended up hurt?

However, it did not matter anymore.

Deirdre picked up the agreement and read every clause and article. Brendan was certainly no miser—he offered her a luxury residence and 1.4 million dollars. The only rule she had to heed by was the promise to never show up in Neve again.

“The agreement is fair. I’m not opposed to signing it,” she declared, looking up at Brendan. “On one single condition, though.”

She placed her hand on her abdomen. When she spoke again, her voice was ringing with resolution. “I don’t need any compensation—not the house, not the money—to agree to this. Take ‘em away. All I want is to carry the baby to term in peace! If you agree to this, Bren, I’ll pack up right now and get out of your life forever!”

Brendan made no attempt to hide his disgust. “For f*ck’s sake! You’re still holding on to this delusion?!”

She flashed him a tired, mirthless smile. He was wrong—she was by no means delusional. She knew she would be left with nothing the moment she stepped out of this house. This baby was all she had left, and she would do whatever it took to save it.

“You can think of me however you like.” Deirdre sighed deeply. “All I’m asking is that you add this condition to the agreement, and I’ll pack up and leave immediately. I won’t show up in Neve for twenty years. But if you decide to withhold even this small kindness from my child, Bren? Then I won’t sign anything at all. I’ll even go public about my performance as Charlene McKinney and tell your entire family!”

Brendan immediately held her in a chokehold, fury blazing in his black eyes. “How dare you threaten me, McKinnon!”

Deirdre forced herself to ignore the sting in her heart and closed her eyes. “No. I just want you to know that I’m digging my heels in for my child.”

“F*ck! F*cking noble, are you?!” he jeered as he released her from his grip. He looked at her with pure, ugly disgust. “Fine. I’ll let it live. But mark my words, Deirdre McKinnon—if you break any of the godd*mned rules, I’ll make both you and your kid wish you were in hell instead!”

He signed the papers and slapped them on Deirdre’s face. The poor woman tried to pick them up, but the pain on her hand stopped her for a little bit.

“What now, drama queen?” Brendan snarled. “Casting for a new excuse not to sign?”

“No.” She lowered her head, suffered through the pain silently, and signed the papers quickly.

Charlene swung the door open and found herself staring at Deirdre. She froze before demanding, “You didn’t hear anything, did you? I was just horsing around with my friend. It wasn’t real!”

Deirdre glared daggers at her, and her lips were trembling. “How… How dare you?! How dare you! That thing between you and Brendan isn’t true love at all! You went through multiple surgeries to look like me, so he would think you’re the one who saved him six years ago!”

Deirdre had believed she was the impostor for two years! Two years!

Charlene panicked. “No, you misunderstood! I love him! Our love is real!”

“How about you try to convince him yourself?! Because I’m telling him the truth!” Deirdre roared. Her blood was boiling. She started toward the stairs, her footsteps quickened by adrenaline.

Charlene sprung up and gave chase. As Deirdre was nearing the end of the stairs, Charlene’s desperation morphed into an ugly thought. Her eyes hardened, and she shoved the former with all her might.

“Ahhhh!” Deirdre felt her weight pulling her forward. She instinctively covered her abdomen with her hands, but the rest of her body answered gravity’s call and plummeted. Her head slammed on the cold, hard floor at full impact, and pain temporarily blinded her.

For a while, her body refused to move. She watched Charlene descend the stairs steadily before glowering at her. “Can’t you just be happy living out the rest of your stupid life in the slums? Why the f*ck did you have to steal Brendan from me? Stupid b*tch. You really think he’ll believe you if you tell him the ‘truth’? Get real, sweetie. To him, you’re just a clingy, delusional c*nt who doesn’t know when to quit!”

Darkness overcame Deirdre.

When she woke up a while later, her head was throbbing. The blood on the floor had dried up.

How much time had passed? She had no idea. There was no one in the living room.

It felt like all of her strength had left her. She felt bouts of nausea, but she remembered just what she’d wanted to do. Brendan had no idea… Brendan had no idea about the truth!

Her strength returned from an unknown source, and she used it to hoist herself up shakily from the floor.

She had always been the one Brendan loved. The only reason he did not know was because he had been fooled.

He had never forgotten their promise!