Don’t go. I want you to stay here.

Viona refused to let go of Regan’s embrace; even when she fell asleep, she held Regan’s body tightly. For the first time, Regan felt restless. He couldn’t sleep even though the clock had struck 11 p.m. Regan remembered very well that Ravelina couldn’t sleep unless she saw his face. That’s why every time Regan lied about staying out with Viona, he often sent photos to Ravelina.

But this time, there wasn’t a single message or call from Ravelina. That woman was silent and indifferent, and somehow Regan began to feel a sense of loss. When Viona was fast asleep, Regan entered the room where Ravelina was. And for the first time, Ravelina slept soundly wrapped in a blanket without him.

Regan got on the bed; he hugged Ravelina slowly. The woman woke up and found Regan in her bed. “Let go,” she said flatly.

Regan was, of course, surprised. He stared at Ravelina’s expressionless face. “Didn’t you always want to sleep being hugged from behind?” Regan asked in disbelief, then looked at Ravelina, who now seemed to be ignoring him.

“No need anymore, I don’t need any of that. Go to the room where Viona is. Tonight is the last night I’ll be in this house. Tomorrow, I’m moving out.”

Ravelina’s cold words shocked Regan. For the first time, he was rejected by Ravelina—the wife who always acted spoiled and constantly sought his attention now ignored him. Regan watched as Ravelina went back to sleep and pulled the blanket over her whole body. His fingers were about to touch her shoulder, but he withdrew them.

Regan left the room, leaving Ravelina who ignored him. Meanwhile, Ravelina turned toward the door Regan had closed. Now there was no longer pity, nor the spoiled longing she used to feel. Ravelina’s heart was dead.

“Regan, I slept so well last night. Can I stay here from now on? Besides, I heard you two are getting a divorce?”

Viona acted up again this morning at the dining table, especially when she saw Ravelina joining breakfast. Regan watched Ravelina as Viona said that. His hands clenched tightly.

“Regan, can I?” Viona repeated. “Or should I ask Ravelina for permission?”

Viona truly had no shame. Feeling supported by Regan’s mother, she acted as she pleased.

“Of course you may stay here. No need to ask Ravelina,”

A familiar voice entered the room. Ravelina turned toward the figure— the woman she actually hated, for choosing to side with Regan rather than Kegan, her late lover.

“Mom,” Regan looked surprised to see his mother arrive at the residence. “Isn’t that too much, allowing Viona to stay here?” Regan objected to his mother’s words. The middle-aged woman looked between Regan and Ravelina alternately.

“Why? Aren’t you happy? Besides, it’s been five years and you still don’t have a child. Didn’t Viona already tell you about that?” His mother pointed toward Viona’s stomach.

Immediately, all eyes turned to Viona, including Ravelina. “What are you hiding from me, Viona?” Regan asked sharply. He didn’t like anything being hidden from him.

“It’s a surprise…”

“Say what?” Regan snapped. Viona flinched in shock; her expression changed instantly—Regan had never raised his voice at her. “Why are you yelling at me? I only hid my pregnancy because I respected Ravelina,” she answered, glancing at Ravelina who now looked at her with a cold gaze.

That shocked Viona even more, especially because Ravelina continued eating her breakfast, indifferent to her statement. “You’re pregnant? Why are you only saying it now?” Regan lowered his tone.

“Mom told me not to. Viona’s pregnancy is still early. That’s why I told her to stay here, and you must take care of her and the baby,” Mama Renata said firmly and sharply. Regan didn’t know how to respond now. He looked at Ravelina, who appeared indifferent.

Meanwhile Viona didn’t want Regan to shift his gaze or attention away from her. “Regan, I will stay here starting today… if Ravelina allows it…”

“Go ahead and stay here, I don’t mind,” Ravelina replied coldly, her gaze flat. Meanwhile Regan said, “Ravelina, didn’t you used to disagree about having another woman stay in this residence?” He looked at Ravelina, who seemed ready to leave the table.

Ravelina didn’t move despite stopping her steps. “I don’t mind. Besides, I’m moving out of this place, and we’re getting a divorce. I’m not going to argue about things that no longer matter to me.”

Ravelina said that with a cold look, her expression completely blank. Everyone in the room was shocked, including her mother-in-law and Viona. Then Ravelina left, walking away from everyone.

“How arrogant she is! She can’t even give you a child, and now she wants a divorce? Just divorce her already. I’m tired of seeing her shameless behavior.”

“Regan won’t divorce Ravelina!”

Regan refuted his mother’s words, which shocked Viona. “Regan, but you said you’d divorce her after I got pregnant, but…”

“Enough, Viona. Mom!”

Regan ordered both of them to be silent. He walked away from Viona and his mother and headed to Ravelina’s room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ravelina packing her belongings.

“You’re leaving?”

The question slipped out of Regan’s mouth. Ravelina didn’t turn toward him even a little. She remained indifferent and continued packing her things into her suitcase.

“Of course, we’re getting a divorce. I already asked my lawyer to handle it. You’ll also be marrying Viona. So there’s no reason for me to stay in this residence,” Ravelina replied without looking at Regan even once.

Meanwhile, the man kept watching Ravelina, even though she was right beside him. But her silence built a high wall between them.

“You’re still here?”

Ravelina looked at Regan who stood unmoving, the owner of Dominic Group seemingly unable to leave the room.

Because he didn’t answer, the woman pulled her suitcase and walked toward the exit. But as she passed him, suddenly—

“Don’t go.”

Regan pulled Ravelina into his arms. “Don’t go, Ravelina.”

Ravelina fell silent, shocked—she never expected Regan to hug her now. Usually, she was the one who hugged Regan and acted spoiled.

Ravelina pulled away from his embrace, then looked at the face of the man who owned Dominic Group. “I have to go, Regan. There’s nothing left for us to hold on to in this marriage.”

Ravelina grabbed her suitcase and left Regan in the room. She walked out the door, but at that moment Regan chased after her and pulled her back into his arms.

“Don’t go. I want you to stay by my side.”