2 - You Will Regret It.

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Harris,’ the doctor said. ‘We couldn’t save the baby.”

Sydney’s hand drifted to her stomach, her brows creasing. “What are you talking about?”

The doctor straightened and slid a file across his desk. “You may not have known, but you were three weeks pregnant when you were rushed in yesterday. The pain you felt—it was a miscarriage.’

She lifted the file, her eyes skimming the cold, clinical words. Three weeks. A fragile life had flickered inside her, unknown, only to slip away before she was even aware. The loss carved a hollow in her chest, sharp and relentless. But Sydney didn’t break—not there. She forced the grief down, stood, and met the doctor’s gaze. ‘Thanks for telling me.’

With the file tucked into her bag, she left the hospital, her composure a brittle shield.

It shattered when she reached her bedroom. She went straight to the bathroom and sank into the jacuzzi, the warm water rippling as sobs tore through her. She hadn’t known she was a mother—not until that fleeting spark was already gone. Hours bled into dusk, her tears mingling with the steam, the weight of an empty womb pressing harder with every breath.

That evening, she sat at the dining table, waiting for Julian. Her fingers traced the rim of her glass as she wrestled with the question she had avoided all day—should she tell him? They had been married for five years, hoping, praying for a child. She had finally been pregnant. Just yesterday, their baby had still been with her—growing, alive. Now, there was nothing.

The door leading to the living room opened and soon, Sydney saw her husband walking by the dining room. She quickly blinked back her tears and maintained a calm look.

Julian stopped walking and glanced at her. “I won’t be eating with you tonight, I’ve had dinner already,” he said with a grim voice.

Without saying any other words, Julian walked up the stairs, going toward his bedroom. Just like how he wasn’t having dinner with her, he also wasn’t staying in the same bedroom with her.

Sydney didn’t know what had happened, but since a year ago, her husband had grown distant from her. And the incident that had happened at the event just confirmed that there was now an unspoken distance in their marriage.

Sydney hadn’t bothered to ask Julian why he didn’t want to eat dinner with her. She didn’t expect him to join her for dinner as she usually has her dinner in her bedroom. She had come down for dinner because she wanted to tell him about the child they had lost.

Since Julian had no intention of joining her, there was no point sitting in the dining room. The miscarriage had made her lost appetite. She just wanted to lay on her bed and do nothing. She beckoned a maid working nearby. The maid approached her.

“Clear the dining table and share the food with the staff. I won’t be having dinner tonight.”

“Okay, Ma’am,” the maid nodded and started clearing the table.

Sydney went back to her bedroom. She was sitting before her vanity table, doing her skincare routine when a knock came on her door. “I don’t want to see anyone. Leave.” Sydney ordered, not caring to know whoever was knocking.

Her husband barely comes to her bedroom so she knew the person must be one of the house staff. To her displeasure, the door opened and she was surprised to see Julian.

“What do you want?”

Julian's frown deepened and his stance was rigid. It was almost as if he didn’t want to spend much time around his wife. “I need to tell you something.”

Sydney nodded. “It is good you came. I also have something to tell you.”

She was going to tell Julian about the miscarriage. He was the father of that child, he deserved to know.

“What do you want to tell me?” Julian demanded.

“Say what you came here to say first,” Sydney said.

Julian nodded. “I want us to go our separate ways.”

Confused, Sydney arched her brow at Julian. “What are you talking about?”

“I want a divorce,” Julian said firmly.

Sydney froze on her seat, her mind going blank. She must be hearing things. There was no way Julian wanted a divorce. He loved her.

Julian was the CEO of a very lucrative business in Vergasca. The business had not only gotten him billions, but also taken up most of his time. Sydney had thought the gap that had occurred in their marriage was because he was too busy to spare her his time, but she had been wrong all along. It was because Julian wanted a divorce.

But why?

What had she done wrong?

She loved Julian. Though they have been through tough times, she had been there with him. Just then, she remembered how he had doted on Ashley during the event. How he never seemed to notice her whenever he was around Ashley. Sudnry laughed, shaking her head. No, it couldn’t be true. There was no way Ashley and Julian could be having an affair behind. But… bit what if they were?

“Are you divorcing me because of Ashley?”

That ‘her’ Sydney was referring to was Ashley who claimed to be the daughter of the richest man in Vergasca.

“I don’t have to answer that,” Julian threw a folder to the vanity where Sydney was sitting. “Just sign the divorce papers and leave my house.”

Sydney’s hands tightened around the document. Julian must have wanted to get rid of her so badly that he had even drafted the divorce papers before telling her that he wanted a divorce.

“So you want to divorce me because of Ashley,” Sydney said with a sad smile.

“Is that not enough reason to divorce you?” Julian asked, looking impatient. “You can’t deny it, Sydney. Ashley is far better than you in everything! She got me to where I am right now while you on the other hand are nothing but a parasite! All you did was take everything from me! If there was anyone I should have married, it would have been Ashley, not a cheap whore like you!”

Of course, Julian would say that. He believed Ashley to be the daughter of the wealthiest family in Vergasca and the one who had invested in his company.

“A parasite?” Sydney laughed, she never had thought someone could be bold enough to call her that. “Is that all you think of me?” Sydney asked, her hand gripping her chest.

Sydney had loved Julian with all her heart. She had left everything behind just so that she could be with him. But all he thought of her was that she was a parasite?!

Sydney frowned.

How couldn’t she see this coming? Just yesterday she had watched her husband dedicated all his achievements to Ashley, now he stood in her bedroom, harshly comparing her to Ashley.

Sydney bit her lips. If only he knew that the person who actually got him that far was Sydney herself. All that mere wealth which he was flaunting in her face was all because of her.

With a storm raging in her heart, Sydney brought out a pen from the drawers of her vanity. “Okay then,” she opened the divorce paper. “If you really want us to separate, then I will sign it. But just know one thing, Julian. You are going to regret losing me.”