Chapter 6

FELICIA

I didn’t remember how I got home.

The drive was a blur…just empty roads and a heavier heart with every passing second. My hands had been tight on the steering wheel the entire time, but my mind… my mind had stayed behind in that office.

With him.

With the words he threw at me.

With the way he looked at me like I was nothing.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, I sat there for a while, staring ahead. My chest felt tight, like something was pressing down on it, refusing to let me breathe properly.

I wasn’t ready to go inside.

But I had nowhere else to go.

So I stepped out of the car.

The walk to the door felt longer than usual. Heels clicking against the ground, each step echoing louder than it should. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the handle.

And the moment I pushed the door open…

I froze.

Harry was standing there.

Right in front of me.

Arms folded across his chest.

Waiting.

My heart dropped instantly.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

His eyes were cold;colder than I had ever seen them. There was no anger at first glance… just something worse.

Disgust.

Slowly, my gaze shifted downward.

And that was when I saw it.

The pregnancy test kit.

In his hand.

My breath caught in my throat.

I had forgotten to hide it properly. I just snuck it into my drawer the day I did the test.

God…

How could I be that careless?

Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

“Harry…” I finally whispered, my voice barely steady.

He let out a short, bitter laugh.

“A whore,” he said. “That's what you are!”

The word hit me like a slap.

“I should have known,” he continued, shaking his head slowly. “I should have known this was who you really are. You pretender.”

“No…listen to me...” I tried, taking a step forward.

“Don’t,” he snapped sharply, raising his hand to stop me. “Don't you dare come near me.”

I froze.

His eyes burned into mine, filled with nothing but contempt.

“Not a word from you,” he said. “I’m not interested in whatever lie you’ve cooked up.”

My chest tightened painfully.

“It’s not what you think…” I tried again, my voice breaking despite my effort to stay calm.

He laughed again, louder this time.

“Not what I think?” he repeated mockingly. “You’re pregnant, Felicia. And we both know that child couldn't have been mine.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

Because he was right.

And he knew it.

But he didn’t know how.

He didn’t know why.

And he didn’t care to listen to my explanation.

“You’ve been playing your role so well, haven’t you?” he went on, his voice dropping into something colder, sharper. “The loyal wife. The supportive partner.”

He took a slow step closer.

“But behind my back…” he scoffed, shaking his head again. “Pathetic.”

Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I forced them back.

I wouldn’t cry.

Not in front of him.

“Harry, please…just listen to me for once,” I said, my voice steadier now, even if my heart wasn’t.

But he didn’t budge.

He didn’t soften.

He didn’t care.

I know he has been looking for a reason to humiliate me lately. So now, he had it.

“You are such a disgrace!”

The words made my stomach drop.

My lips parted slightly.

So that was it.

This wasn’t about betrayal.

This wasn’t about pain.

I knew it was about opportunity.

“You’ve always been… inadequate,” he added, his tone almost thoughtful, like he was analyzing a failed project. “But I tolerated it. For the business. For appearances.”

Each word sank deeper than the last.

“But this?” he gestured toward the test kit in his hand. “This is unforgivable.”

My fingers curled into my palms.

“In your eyes, maybe,” I said quietly.

He smirked.

“In everyone’s eyes,” he corrected. “You’ve made your bed, Felicia.”

He took one last step closer, his voice dropping to a low, cutting whisper.

“And now you’ll lie in it.”

The finality in his tone sent a chill down my spine.

He didn’t need to say the word.

I heard it anyway.

Divorce.

It hung in the air between us, unspoken but undeniable.

Slowly, he lifted the pregnancy test kit and dropped it at my feet.

It hit the floor with a soft, hollow sound.

I stared at it.

At the two lines that had changed everything.

When I looked up again, he was already turning away.

“Harry…” I called, but the name died on my lips.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t even look back.

The door opened.

Then slammed shut behind him.

And just like that…

He was gone.

I stood there, frozen in place, staring at the door long after he left.

A few seconds later, I heard it.

The sound of his car engine.

Then the sharp screech as he drove off.

Fast.

Like he couldn’t get away from me quickly enough.

Silence settled over the house again.

Heavy.

Empty.

Final.

My gaze slowly dropped back to the floor.

To the test kit.

To the truth I could no longer hide.