Chapter 4

He stopped instinctively and turned back. “Eloise, are you alright?”

Her tearful eyes shimmered as she clutched at the hem of his trousers. “Where are you going?”

Lawrence hesitated, his expression tight. “I have to find Sylvie. She’s asking for a divorce again. You know how she is—I don’t…”

Eloise let out a soft, amused laugh and interrupted him. “Another one of Sylvie’s tricks, huh? She loves you too much to ever leave. And she’s carrying your child—where else could she possibly go? Lawrence, you’re far too easy to fool.”

Lawrence paused, her words seeping into his mind like poison. Slowly, his heartbeat steadied. “You’re right. She loves me—she always has. She’s emotional, but she’d never really walk away from me. I must’ve overreacted.”

Eloise smiled sweetly, the picture of concern. “Sylvie needs to learn her place. Let her cool off for a few days. Maybe then she’ll realize she can’t keep using divorce or that baby to get your attention.”

He typed a message, his jaw set:

“Sylvie, what game are you playing now? Do you really think threatening me with divorce will work? It won’t. Until you apologize to Eloise, I won’t forgive you.”

Then another:

“Even if you insist on divorcing me, I won’t change my mind. If you have the guts, don’t come back. The day after tomorrow morning, I’ll come to pick you up, looking forward to seeing you show some remorse.”

With that, he blocked my number.

“Three days,” he muttered, slipping his phone into his pocket. “I’ll give her three days to calm down. Then I’ll go get her myself.”

“She’s served her punishment. I’ll bring the sapphire necklace she mentioned last time—I’m sure she’ll love it.”

Lawrence was certain I’d never truly leave him.

But for the first time—he was wrong.

I insisted on being discharged and dragged my weak body home.

Our bedroom looked exactly the same as the day I left, indicating that Lawrence hadn't been home the past few days.

I started packing my belongings. After placing everything that belonged to me into a suitcase, I called my friend, who was a lawyer.

“Niall, I've filed for divorce from Lawrence, and I'd like to ask you to handle all the follow-up matters for me."

After arranging everything, I dragged my suitcase to the airport.

Lawrence. From now on, we’ll never see each other again.

I snapped my SIM card and boarded the plane, not once glancing back.