Chapter 2

Bella POV

For a moment, Ethan didn’t move at all. His face was completely blank, and the silence between us stretched so long that my heart started racing again.

Then he laughed but it wasn’t a happy laugh, It was short, cold, and full of disbelief.

“You’re pregnant?” he repeated.

I nodded quickly. “Yes. The doctor confirmed it today. I didn’t expect it either because I’ve been taking—”

Before I could finish explaining, Ethan suddenly pushed himself away from the table and looked at me with an expression that made my stomach drop.

“Bella,” he said slowly, “do you really think I’m fucking stupid?”

The words hit me like a slap.

“What?” I whispered.

His eyes hardened.

“Let me guess,” he continued sarcastically. “You’re pregnant with my child, right? And you just happened to find out today?”

“It’s true,” I said quickly, panic rising in my chest. “I didn’t plan this, Ethan. I swear I didn’t—”

“Oh, please save it,” he interrupted sharply.

The anger in his voice made me flinch.

“You expect me to believe this ridiculous story?” he continued. “After everything you’ve already done?”

My heart dropped into my stomach.

“I didn’t do anything Ethan,” I said quietly.

Ethan’s expression darkened even more.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “Our entire marriage exists because of one ‘accident’ that you conveniently created.”

The memory he was talking about instantly came rushing back.

It was the night before his wedding.

Ethan and Clara had been hours away from becoming mates in front of the entire pack.

But somehow…

He and I had ended up in the same room.

Both of us drunk from the celebration.

Both of us making a mistake we couldn’t take back.

The next morning, the clan elders found out and everything changed.

Instead of marrying Clara, Ethan was forced to marry me.

The scandal had been too big.

The elders said it would shame the pack if he abandoned the woman he had slept with.

But Ethan had always believed one thing.

That I planned it, that I trapped him.

“I didn’t plan that night,” I said quickly, my voice shaking as I tried to defend myself again like I had done a hundred times before. “I’ve told you that so many times. It wasn’t intentional—”

“Enough.”

The word cut through my sentence like a knife.

Ethan looked at me with pure irritation.

“I’m not interested in hearing another one of your damn excuses.”

My chest felt tight.

“This isn’t an excuse,” I said desperately. “The baby is real. I can show you the hospital report if you want—”

“Oh, I’m sure you can,” he said sarcastically.

His eyes were cold now.

“You’ve always been good at planning things carefully, haven’t you? You’re just a slimy fox.”

My heart hurt hearing that.

“I didn’t plan anything,” I whispered.

But Ethan just shook his head. “You’re only saying this now because Clara came back.”

Those words made me freeze.

Clara had returned to the pack two weeks ago and she hadn’t come alone.

She brought a child with her.

A little boy with Ethan’s exact gray eyes.

Everyone in the pack had already guessed the truth.

The child was his.

“You’re jealous of her,” Ethan continued coldly. “You see that Clara came back with my son, so now you suddenly claim you’re pregnant too.”

“That’s not true,” I said quickly, shaking my head as tears started burning in my eyes.

But he didn’t even look convinced.

“This kind of trick might work on someone else,” he said flatly, “but it won’t work on me.”

I opened my mouth to argue again, but before I could say anything else, Ethan suddenly picked up a folder from the table and slid it across the surface toward me.

The paper stopped right in front of my hands.

“Since you’re already here,” he said calmly, “you might as well take a look at this.”

Confused, I slowly looked down.

My breath caught in my throat the moment I saw the title printed across the top.

Divorce Agreement.

My fingers went cold.

“I had the lawyers prepare it yesterday,” Ethan continued casually, like we were discussing something completely ordinary. “You should read it and sign it soon.”

I stared at him in shock.

“You want a divorce?” I whispered.

He gave me a look like the answer should have been obvious.

“This marriage should never have happened in the first place.”