I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire

The papers landed on the dinner table, right on top of the candles.One flame died. Hot wax splashed across the white cloth."Sign it," Adrian Vance said.One second ago, Wren had been asleep in her small bed. Now she was sitting in a hard chair in a dining room as big as a hotel lobby. A man in a black suit stood over her, looking at her like she was trash he wanted gone.Her heart was pounding. Her hands were ice cold. And she felt a deep, heavy pain in her chest that did not belong to her.She looked down. A silk dress. A thin gold ring. Soft hands she had never seen before.Then she looked up at the man's face, and her blood went cold.She knew that sharp jaw. She knew those dark, cold eyes. She had read his name a hundred times on her phone last night, until she fell asleep angry.*Adrian Vance. The male lead of* The Ice Prince's First Love.*I'm in his house. I'm in the body of his wife.*A woman stood beside him in a cream coat, one hand on his arm like it belonged there. Isabe

The next evening, the Vance house felt like a different place.Wren stood at the top of the stairs and watched the front door open. Three maids carried in six leather suitcases. Behind them walked Isabella, in a pale pink dress, smiling like a queen coming home.Beside her was Eleanor Vance.Eleanor was Adrian's mother. Sixty years old, silver hair in a tight bun, back straight as a knife. In the novel Wren had read, she was the woman who never once said Celeste's name kindly."Isabella, my dear!" Eleanor opened her arms. "Welcome home. Your suite is ready, right next to Adrian's."*Home,* Wren thought. *Not once did she say that to me.*Eleanor's sharp eyes found Wren on the stairs, and her smile disappeared."Celeste. You're still here.""Good evening, Mother.""Don't call me that. Not for much longer." She turned back to Isabella. "Dinner is at seven. Wear something beautiful."Wren walked back to her small room and closed the door.*Seven o'clock,* she thought. *And I know exactly

Isabella held the small bottle up to the light like a prize."Prenatal vitamins," she said softly. "You told Adrian it was nothing."Celeste's heart pounded, but she kept her face calm. *Never let them see you shake.*"What do you want?""Nothing. Not yet." Isabella set the bottle down gently, as if it were made of glass. "I won't tell Adrian. I'm not cruel.""Of course not.""I'll wait for the gala." Her smile grew sweeter. "Five hundred guests. Everyone will hear that Celeste Vance is pregnant, and that she hid it while she signed her divorce papers. Eleanor will be thrilled. A Vance heir! She will never let you take that baby out of this house."Celeste felt her blood turn to ice.*She's right. In the novel I read, the family took everything from this woman. A baby would only be one more thing to take.*"They can't take my child," she said quietly."Can't they?" Isabella tilted her head. "You have no money. No job. No friends. And Eleanor has the best lawyers in the city."She laid

For a long moment, nobody moved.The hallway was suddenly too small. The air felt thick, like the air before a storm.Adrian slipped his phone into his pocket and made his face calm. He had done this a thousand times in board rooms. He knew how to hide what he was feeling.But this was not a board room. This was his mother."Nobody," he said. "A business matter.""A business matter." Eleanor took a slow step toward him. Her heels clicked once on the marble. "You told your security man to find someone fast. You said she might not be well." Her eyes narrowed. "Since when do you worry about the health of a business matter, Adrian?"He said nothing.Eleanor's gaze moved past him, down the east hall, toward the open door of the guest room. Something changed in her face."She's gone," Eleanor said. It was not a question."Mother...""Celeste is gone." She said it again, slowly, as if she were tasting the words. "She left. In the middle of the night, like a thief.""She didn't steal anything

Wren stared at the black screen.She pressed the button on the side of the phone. Nothing. She pressed it again, harder. The screen stayed dark and dead in her hand, like a closed eye.*My mother knows about the b—*The baby.His mother knew about the baby.Wren's hands began to shake. She held the phone so tight that the edges hurt her palm.*How?* she thought. *How could she know? I told no one. Only Mrs. Carter. Only Dr. Lin.*And then she knew.Isabella. Isabella with the spare key in her hand and the vitamin bottle held up to the light. Isabella, with her soft voice saying, *I'll wait until the gala.*She hadn't waited at all.Wren closed her eyes. She saw Eleanor Vance's face, cold and perfect, the way it looked at dinner when she ordered the maids to search her room. She thought of the lawyers Isabella had talked about. *Eleanor has the best lawyers in the city.*In the novel, the Vance family took everything from Celeste. Her house. Her money. Her name.Now there was one more