Divorced while pregnant: His regret came too late

Elara Blackwood adjusted the candle one last time and stepped back from the dining table.

Everything looked perfect, too perfect for a man who barely noticed such details. White roses rested in a crystal vase. Silver cutlery glowed beneath the chandelier. At the center of the table sat a small cake, simple and understated, just like the message written on it.

Happy Anniversary.

The clock on the wall ticked softly, each second echoing through the silent mansion. It was already nine thirty.

Nathaniel had promised he would be home by eight.

Elara glanced at her phone again, her fingers tightening slightly around it. There were no missed calls. No unread messages. The last text still stared back at her, shortcold and distant.

I’m busy. Might be late tonight.

She swallowed hard.

Tonight wasn’t just any night. It marked three years of marriage and five years of loving him quietly, patiently, without expectations. Their marriage had never been born from love. It had been an arrangement, one decided by his grandfather, sealed by obligation rather than affection.

Nathaniel had never pretended otherwise. Still she had hoped. At ten, the candles burned down, wax dripping silently onto the tablecloth. Elara exhaled, forcing her disappointment down. She reached for her coat.

If he wouldn’t come home, she would go to him.

The private club gleamed brightly against the night, its glass doors reflecting laughter of people inside. Elara paused at the entrance, her heartbeat uneven as she scanned the room.

Then she saw him.

Nathaniel stood near the center, tall and composed in a tailored black suit. He looked relaxed and more at ease than he ever did at home. Beside him stood a woman dressed in white, her hand resting lightly on his arm as she leaned in to speak.

Elara froze.

The woman was beautiful in a soft, unforgettable way. Her long hair framed her delicate face, her smile warm and familiar. When Nathaniel lowered his head to listen to her, the corner of his lips lifted faintly.

He was smiling. Elara had never seen him smile like that.

Before she could stop herself, she stepped forward.

“Nathaniel.”

Her voice cut through the noise.

He turned, surprise flickering across his face before it disappeared behind his usual cold composure. His gaze swept over her for a moment, then hardened.

“Elara,” he said coldly. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for my husband…” she replied.

The woman beside him stiffened, her eyes shifting between them as understanding dawned. She offered Elara a polite, almost apologetic smile.

“I didn’t know your wife would come,” she said to him gently.

Nathaniel didn’t move away from her.

“I didn’t expect her to be here,” he replied as if Elara didn't even matter.

The words landed heavily on Elara’s chest.

Curious glances turned toward them. She could hear his friends whispering and throwing mocking glances at her. Elara felt every stare like a weight pressing against her back, yet she forced herself to stand straight.

“You said you’d come home for our anniversary,” she said quietly.

“I got delayed,” he replied, his tone flat. He didn't bother to explain further.

“For three hours?”

His expression darkened. “This isn’t the place for this, Elara.”

The woman shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry… I didn’t know tonight was important for you.”

Nathaniel turned to her instantly, his voice softening. “It’s not your fault. Don't blame yourself.”

Something inside Elara cracked.

“So you thought it was fine to leave your wife alone tonight?” she asked, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest.

“Elara,” Nathaniel said, irritation creeping in his voice, “stop making a scene.”

“I’m not making a scene,” she replied. “I just wanted one night.”

The woman tightened her grip on his arm. “Maybe I should leave.”

“No,” Nathaniel said without hesitation.

The word was firm and final.

He turned back to Elara and said coldly. “Go home.”

Her lips parted slightly. “You want me gone?”

“Yes.”

The answer was immediate.

Elara nodded slowly. “Fine.”

She turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the marble floor, each step felt heavier than the last one. She didn’t look back.

Behind her, Nathaniel watched her leave, his expression unreadable.

Elara didn’t know it yet but after tonight, nothing in her life would ever be the same.

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