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 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.