Candice’s POV
The divorce papers felt heavier in my hands than they should have.
I’d picked them up shortly after leaving Ruby’s office, and now I was standing outside Joshua’s house.
My stomach churned as I stared at the familiar door, memories of our life together rushing back uninvited.
This wasn’t a home anymore—not for me. Not after everything.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked.
The door opened, and instead of Joshua, I was greeted by Violet’s smug face.
Her green eyes sparkled with malice, and her perfectly glossed lips curved into a cruel smile.
“Well, look who it is,” she said, leaning lazily against the doorframe. “The soon-to-be ex-Mrs. Murphy. What brings you here? Did you come to grovel for scraps?”
I ignored her snide tone and held up the divorce papers. “Where’s Joshua?”
She laughed, stepping aside to let me in. “He’s out, but lucky for you, I’m here to keep you company. Come on in, Candice. Make yourself at home—oh, wait, it’s not your home anymore, is it?”
I walked past her, refusing to rise to the bait. The house smelled different, like her overpowering perfume had soaked into the walls.
“What do you want, Candice?” she asked, trailing behind me with mock curiosity. “Are you here to beg Joshua to take you back? Or maybe you’re just hoping for some pity?”
I turned to face her, holding the papers tightly. “I’m here to give him these and to pack up my things.”
Violet’s eyes gleamed with wicked delight. “How noble,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But really, Candice, what’s the point? Joshua’s already moved on. We’ve already moved on.”
Her words stung, but I forced myself to keep my face neutral, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me crack.
“You know,” Violet drawled, circling me like a vulture scenting blood, “I’ve always wondered how someone like you managed to land Joshua in the first place.”
She leaned in closer, her smile as sharp as broken glass.
“An orphan. No family. No connections. No money. Tell me, Candice — what exactly did you bring to the table?”
I clenched my fists tightly at my sides, digging my nails into my palms to keep myself grounded.
I said nothing. I wouldn’t give her the fight she wanted.
“Oh, wait,” Violet continued, her voice dripping with mock pity.
“I forgot… you couldn’t even give him a child. All those years… and what did Joshua get in return? Nothing.”
She shook her head, letting out a fake, disappointed sigh.
“You’re not just shameless, Candice. You’re useless.”
For a moment, her words hung in the air, slicing through me in ways she couldn’t even imagine.
But then…
I suddenly remembered what Ruby told me about the bastard.
Joshua is infertile.
A slow, cold laugh slipped from my lips — startling even myself.
Violet froze, watching me like she didn’t understand why I wasn’t crumbling.
I tilted my head, smiling without warmth.
“Stop fooling yourself, Violet,” I said, my voice low and sharp.
“Don’t you know… whose baby you’re carrying?”
Her face blanched, panic flickering across her features just as the front door creaked open.
“Did I not?”
“If I really do not then why are you looking so guilty?”
“I thought you were all bold? Why are you suddenly guilty of our dear beloved Violet?”
“That means you do whose baby you are carrying right?” I asked her.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Before I could respond again , the sound of the front door opening interrupted us.
Violet’s eyes widened, and in a flash, her demeanor changed.
She gasped dramatically, clutching her stomach as if in pain.
“Candice!” she cried, her voice trembling with fake fear. “Please, don’t hurt me—or the baby!”
I stared at her, dumbfounded. “What—”
Before I could finish, Joshua stormed into the room, his face twisted with anger. “What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, his eyes darting between us.
Violet turned to him, tears brimming in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Joshua. I tried to stay calm, but Candice—she just won’t leave us alone. I think she’s jealous of the baby.”
Joshua’s gaze snapped to me, his expression hardening. “What are you doing here, Candice?” he spat. “Haven’t you humiliated yourself enough?”
I held up the divorce papers, my hands trembling despite my best efforts. “I came to have you sign these and to pack my things.”
He snatched the papers from me, barely glancing at them before looking back at me with disdain.
“You really are pathetic, Candice,” he began, his voice dripping with contempt. “You walk in here like you still have some kind of claim to anything. News flash: you don’t.
You never did. Do you know what you are to me? A mistake. A burden I carried for far too long. You’re nothing but a washed-up charity case I pitied.”
“Coming in here with your little papers, acting all self-righteous, like you’re the one ending this.
No, Candice, I ended this the moment I realized what a waste of time you are. You couldn’t even do the one thing a wife is
supposed to do—give me a family.
I felt my chest tighten as the tears threatened to spill, but I swallowed hard, forcing them back.
“And don’t think for a second that signing those papers makes you noble or brave,” he added, his tone biting. “You’re not some martyr, Candice.
“You’re nothing but a rag,” he said, his voice cold. “Something I used and threw away when it was no longer worth keeping. A trash I’ve already taken out.”
I stood frozen, my fists clenched tightly at my sides, my nails digging into my palms to keep myself steady.
Violet sniffled softly,.. Her voice was sweet and mocking as she looked at Joshua with wide, innocent eyes. “Don’t be so harsh, Joshua,” she said, wiping at her fake tears.
“When the baby comes, maybe we can hire Candice as the babysitter. That way, she’ll at least be useful for once.”
Dorian’s POVIt had been several days.I sat in the same position I always did, eyes fixed on my phone screen, where the live feed of Alora’s hospital ward played silently. She was always alone, pretending to be weak, pretending to be innocent.But that was the problem.She wasn’t doing anything. No sudden movements, no strange phone calls, no whispers, no weird visitors—nothing. Just lying there like a patient waiting for healing.I raked a hand through my hair and let out a frustrated groan. “Why the hell isn’t she slipping up?” I muttered under my breath. “Damn it.”“Can’t you for once do something that would serve as solid proof to me??” I leaned back and shook my head, talking to myself like a madman. “If this is all she’s going to do every damn day, what proof am I supposed to take to court? Just my word? That’s not going to cut it…”I facepalmed and let out a tired breath.“I’ve had enough of this,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and picking up my phone again.I opened the survei
Candice’s POVI was lying still on the hospital bed, facing the wall, pretending to be asleep.My heart was tired. My body was aching.Then, I heard the door open quietly.I didn’t have to look.I already knew who it was.That scent—clean, musky, familiar—wrapped around the room. I hated how easily my body still recognized him.He walked in slowly, his footsteps careful like he didn’t want to disturb me. I heard him take a deep breath.“Candice,” he said softly. His voice sounded lighter… almost happy. “I came back as fast as I could. I have something really important to tell you. It’s good news.”I didn’t respond.I didn’t even open my eyes.I just couldn’t pretend to care anymore.Whatever “good news” he had… it didn’t matter to me.He came closer. “Candice,” he said again. “Please… just listen for one minute, okay?”Still, I didn’t move. My hand curled slightly under the blanket. “I know you probably don’t want to hear me talk,” Dorian said. “But I want you to hear this.”Then I
Dorian POVShe cracked.Her lips trembled. Her hands shook as she gripped the edge of the bedsheet. For the first time, she looked scared.“Dorian, wait… wait—please,” she said quickly, her voice rising. “It wasn’t just me! I didn’t plan it alone!”I narrowed my eyes. “So who did?”“It was your stepmother,” she said in a rush, as if the words had been pressing on her chest. “She was the one who told me what to do—she gave me the idea.”I folded my arms across my chest and stared down at her. “So now it’s her fault you drugged me?”Alora shook her head rapidly. “No, no! I mean, yes—she… she said if I wanted to get you back, I had to remind you what it felt like to be with me. That if I just got you into bed, everything would go back to how it used to be. She said Candice was just temporary—just a distraction.”I could barely breathe. I was disgusted. Disgusted with her. With myself. And with the people I let too close.“You really thought this was going to work?” I asked quietly, my vo
Dorian POVI couldn’t breathe.I just stood there like a statue, staring at Candice while her words echoed in my head over and over again like a nightmare on repeat.I never thought I’d hear those words from her. The same woman who smiled softly when I entered a room… the same woman carrying my child.Now she wanted to leave?No. No, I couldn’t let that happen.“I… I can’t believe you just said that,” I muttered, shaking my head as if trying to erase her voice from my memory. “You want to leave me? Just like that?”Candice didn’t say anything. Her eyes were glassy, swollen from crying. “I thought…” I paused, my voice breaking. “I thought we were in love.”“We were,” she whispered. “Maybe I still am. But I can’t keep hurting myself just to stay in love with you.”I stepped forward, heart pounding. “Candice, listen to me. This—what happened with Alora—it wasn’t supposed to happen. I swear to you, it wasn’t even real. I was drugged. You have to believe me.”She looked away. “Even if tha
Candice POVI heard the door swing open with force. The loud sound echoed through the hospital room. I drifted my eyes to see who it was and I immediately turned my eyes away after I saw who. I just stared blankly at the ceiling, my hands resting on my stomach, my heart… completely numb.“Candice!” Dorian’s voice was filled with panic. “Candice, are you okay? What happened?!”He rushed to my side with a worried look. But I didn’t answer him.What was the point?“Don’t act so surprised,” another voice said casually from across the room. I finally turned my head slightly and saw Marcus still standing at the corner of my bed with a calm, smug look on his face.Dorian’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “What are you doing here?”Marcus chuckled and took a slow step toward him. “Why do I look like the bad guy here? I’m just doing the job you failed to do.”Dorian blinked. “What the hell are you talking about?”Marcus tilted his head and smiled like a devil. “I’m the one who saved your child
Candice POV“You know,” he said slowly, like he was trying to sound gentle but couldn’t hide the cruelty behind his voice, “Alora’s uterus was badly damaged when she jumped off that building.”I blinked, confused for a second. “What?”“She won’t be able to have children anymore,” he added. “That little stunt she pulled… it cost her.”My mouth parted in shock. I didn’t know what to say.“She’s infertile now,” he continued with a shrug. “Probably permanent.”I opened my mouth and shut it again. My heart started beating faster. “So what?” I finally said, forcing the words out. “That doesn’t mean my child will be taken away from me.”Marcus tilted his head and raised his brows. “Are you sure?”I narrowed my eyes. “This baby is mine. Mine and Dorian’s. No one is taking him or her away from me.”He gave me a long, unreadable stare. Then he laughed—quietly.“You know,” he said, his voice dropping low as he looked directly at my stomach, “Dorian does care about the baby. I believe that. I rea