Part 6.2

I met his gaze coldly. He stared back, unease flickering in his eyes. Then I noticed it—the other woman’s hand resting on his arm, gently stroking as if to steady him, to give him strength.

“You can sign here.” Dominic pointed at several spots on the pages.

I signed them all. One after another. No hesitation. No pause.

When I was done, I set the pen down on top of the documents.

“Audrey… I didn’t want to do this, but—”

“But you did,” I cut in sharply.

My gaze moved between him and the woman beside him, my voice low but cutting. “You didn’t just destroy my trust—you destroyed our marriage.”

All this time—even before we got married—Dominic had rarely ever called me by my name. He’d always used endearments instead—darling, my love. But today… and perhaps even for some time now, without me realizing it—he kept saying my name over and over again.

As if I had already become a stranger to him.

As if I was no longer the woman he loved.

“But what my mother said is true,” he continued. “I need a son to carry on my family name. And you—”

“And I can’t give you a child anymore.” I cut him off, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “I’ve already heard your mother’s little prophecy, Dom.”

Dominic froze. I didn’t know which part had unsettled him more—my words, or the way I called him Dom. Just like it stung me to hear him say my name, perhaps it unsettled him to hear me abandon the warmth I once used for him.

“I hope you won’t regret this decision, Dom.” I said his name again, cold and deliberate. “You’ve betrayed me… and one day, you’ll pay for it.”

I meant every word.

“What did you just say? Are you threatening my son?” Rowena snapped, grabbing my arm and yanking me around roughly.

The sudden movement made my head spin, but I refused to show it.

“I’m not threatening anyone,” I replied flatly, even as cold sweat prickled across my skin. “I’m simply reminding you that you reap what you sow, Mrs. Pierce.”

And I would no longer call her Mother. From this moment on—or perhaps, truthfully, from the very beginning—she had never truly been my mother-in-law.

“Who do you think you are, talking to my brother like that?” Amelia stepped forward, blocking my path.

I let out a faint, bitter smile.

“I’m no one,” I said quietly. “Just a weak, useless woman.”

At least, in your eyes.

“Good. At least you know your place,” Amelia replied with a smirk.

“Now, your relationship with Dominic is over.” Rowena snatched the papers quickly, as if afraid I might tear them apart. But no—I wasn’t that foolish. If they didn’t want me, I wouldn’t beg to stay. “You’d better pack your things and leave this house immediately,” she added as she moved closer to Diana. “I don’t want my future grandson catching your illness.”

“Mom,” Dominic cut in. “Audrey hasn’t fully recovered yet. Where is she supposed to go?” There was concern in his voice, and for a fleeting moment, I almost believed he still had a shred of humanity left.

Then I saw it—Diana’s grip tightening around his arm, the pleading look she gave him.

Of course.

She thought the same as Rowena and Amelia. She wanted me gone as soon as possible.

A faint smile tugged at my lips. At this point, I had nothing left to say.

“You don’t need to worry about her, Dom,” Rowena said dismissively. “Doesn’t she have that wealthy best friend of hers? Let them take her in.” Her tone was utterly devoid of feeling. “Besides, she’s nothing to you anymore.”

She waved the divorce papers arrogantly in front of my face. “Soon enough, she’ll just be your ex-wife. And Diana—” she reached out, gently stroking Diana’s arm as it remained wrapped around Dominic—“she will be your new wife. She, and my future grandson, are the ones you should care about. You wouldn’t want Diana’s pregnancy to be disturbed because of her and her children, would you?”

Her children?

A sharp ache pierced my chest. She wouldn’t even acknowledge my daughters as her grandchildren.

Did that mean she wanted to sever their bond with their father too?

If that was what she wanted… then that was exactly what she would get.

After all, I would never leave my precious daughters behind to grow up in this den of devils called the Pierce family.

I glanced at Eva. She immediately leaned closer, sensing my intent.

“Call Hudson. Tell him to be here in ten minutes,” I murmured.

Eva nodded and walked away, already pulling her phone from her pocket.

Meanwhile, I turned toward the back of the house—ready to bring my daughters with me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Amelia grabbed my arm—or rather, crushed it in a painfully tight grip—the moment she saw me turn away.

I wanted to tell her that her fingers were digging into my bones, that it hurt—but I refused to give her the satisfaction. Admitting it would only make her smile.

“Didn’t your mother just tell me to pack up and leave?” I replied, forcing the words out with what little strength I had left.

“And you think I’d let you pack on your own?” Amelia shot a glance at her mother before dragging me back and shoving me down into a chair at the dining table. “Consider this my final act of service as your sister-in-law.” She flashed me a sickeningly sweet smile, then turned and headed toward my old room—the room that, for all I knew, Dominic and his mistress had been sharing these past nights.

Not long after, she returned, dragging a worn-out suitcase—one that clearly didn’t belong to me—and half-threw it in my direction.

“I made sure not a single one of your ‘belongings’ was left behind,” she said, dusting off her hands as if she’d just finished a chore.

A quiet laugh slipped from my lips. The way she emphasized your made it obvious—everything inside that suitcase must have been the worst of what I owned. “How kind of you to prepare it for me,” I said, my tone edged with sarcasm.

“Of course. If you packed it yourself, who knows what you might try to take from this house,” she replied, dripping with contempt.

I didn’t bother responding.

“Call the children,” I said to Eva, who had just finished contacting my people. She nodded and quickly headed toward the back.

“You’re really taking Chelsea and Elena with you?” Dominic asked, staring at me in disbelief.

“Of course.” My voice was flat as I met his gaze. “Did you think I’d leave them with you?”

“No!” Rowena snapped sharply, making me turn to her, my brows knitting together.

“Those children are not leaving this house,” she declared coldly. “You’re the only one who’s leaving.”