NOVEL WEB Chapter : Hate You
As the next day dawned, Beatrice heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She turned to see Margaret and John entering the mansion, supporting a weak-looking Lana between them. Lana's features were pale and gaunt.
As they entered, Lana let out a faint cough, and Margaret immediately turned on Beatrice, her eyes flashing with anger. "Get them some tea, Beatrice," she snapped. "And make sure it's hot. Lana needs something to warm her up."
Beatrice nodded hastily, scurrying to obey. As she busied herself in the kitchen, she couldn't help but steal glances at Lana, who was smiling sweetly at Margaret and John.
But as soon as they were alone, Lana's expression changed, her eyes flashing with malice. "You think you're so special, don't you, Beatrice?" she hissed. "You think you're the only one who loved Shawn. But you're wrong. I loved him too. And I would have done anything to be his wife."
Beatrice felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the true nature of Lana's feelings. "You're pregnant," she stated, trying to keep her voice neutral.
Lana's smile returned, sugary sweet. "Yes, I am. And I'm going to make sure that my child gets everything they deserve. Everything that Shawn would have wanted for them but only mine... your's has to go..."
As the evening drew to a close, Margaret turned to Beatrice, her expression cold. "Lana wants to sleep in Shawn's room tonight," she announced. "And she wants to enjoy the big room, not be cooped up in that small space. So, you'll be moving to the old servants' room."
Beatrice felt a sting from Margaret's words, but she nodded meekly, not wanting to cause any more tension. As she gathered her belongings and made her way to the small, cramped room, she couldn't help but wonder what Lana's true intentions were.
As the days turned into weeks, Beatrice's life became increasingly unbearable. She was four months pregnant, and the physical demands of her daily chores were taking a toll on her body. But it was the emotional abuse that was truly crippling her.
Lana, who was six months pregnant, seemed to take great pleasure in watching Beatrice suffer. She would often make snide comments about Beatrice's appearance, her voice dripping with malice.
"Look at you, Beatrice," Lana would say, her eyes scanning Beatrice's body. "You're already showing, and you're not even six months yet. You're going to be huge by the time you give birth."
Beatrice would try to ignore Lana's comments, but they would still sting. She felt like she was walking on eggshells, never knowing when Lana or Margaret would lash out at her next.
One day, as Beatrice was cleaning the kitchen, Margaret stormed in, her face red with rage. "You've ruined my favorite pot!" she screamed, her hands shaking with anger. "You're so careless and stupid!"
Without warning, Margaret slapped Beatrice across the face, sending her crashing to the floor. Beatrice cried out in pain, her cheek throbbing from the blow.
Lana, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "You deserve that, Beatrice," she sneered. "You're nothing but a worthless servant."
As Beatrice struggled to get to her feet, Margaret turned on her, her eyes blazing with fury. "You're going to pay for your carelessness," she spat. "You're going to do extra chores for the rest of the week."
Beatrice nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She knew she had no choice but to obey, no matter how cruel or unfair the punishment might be.
As she continued to clean the kitchen, Beatrice couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over her. She was trapped in a living hell, with no escape in sight. And to make matters worse, she was pregnant and alone, with no one to turn to for support.
As the morning sun cast its pale light through the windows, Beatrice slowly packed up her bags, her movements mechanical and devoid of purpose. She sighed, the sound barely audible, as she zipped up the last bag and slung it over her shoulder.
As she made her way downstairs, her eyes felt heavy with tears, her heart weighed down by the crushing despair that had become her constant companion. She was tired of everything – the abuse, the lies, the constant torment. She was tired of living.
Beatrice's mind wandered back to the dark days when she had tried to take her own life, the pain and the shame still fresh in her mind. She had thought that things couldn't get any worse, but she had been wrong.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Beatrice's eyes fell on Shawn's portrait, hanging on the wall. She felt a sob rise up in her throat as she gazed at his smiling face, his eyes sparkling with love and adoration.
"Why did you have to leave me, Shawn?" she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Why did you have to go?"
As she stood there, lost in her grief, Beatrice's mind began to wander back to the events that had led her to this point. She thought about Lana's pregnancy, and how she had always suspected that something wasn't quite right.
And then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit her – the truth had been shown. She had overheard Lana and Margaret's conversations, Lana hadn't gotten pregnant by Shawn; she had undergone insemination, with Margaret's help. The thought sent a wave of anger and betrayal crashing over Beatrice, and she felt her legs give way beneath her.
As she sank to the floor, Beatrice's sobs became uncontrollable, her body shaking with the force of her emotions. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of pain and despair, with no lifeline in sight.
"I hate you, Margaret," she whispered, her voice venomous. "I hate you for what you've done to me, for what you've taken away from me."
As the tears continued to flow, Beatrice knew that she had reached a turning point. She couldn't keep living like this, trapped in a world of abuse and lies. She needed to find a way out, no matter what it took.