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Chapter 11

ELISHA’S POVI didn’t expect to see Anthony.Not there. Not then. And certainly not like that.He wasn’t supposed to be home for another three hours. Anthony’s schedule was sacred—carved in stone and reinforced with steel. And ever since the miscarriage, he’d become even more rigid with it. Detached. Frigid. Like the pain had switched something off inside him, and routine was the only thing left keeping him functional.He’d stopped coming home for lunch. That was a big one. Like even being in the same house as me and my grief was too suffocating. There were nights I’d fall asleep alone and wake up to find the other side of the bed cold. He’d come in late, showered silently, and left again before the sun rose. Like a ghost with a key.He wasn’t cruel about it. Just absent. Cold in a way that didn't hurt like fire, but frost. Silent. Withdrawing. Gone, even when he was right in front of me.So what was Anthony doing here now?Sitting in the backseat of his sleek black town car, his ja

Chapter 12

ELISHA’S POVMark had always been safe. He was young, eager, and polite—maybe too polite—but at least he never played the games everyone else did around Anthony.I forced a smile onto my face. “All good. Just thought the dog could use a walk!”He looked at the puppy squirming in my arms, eyebrows raised. “Pardon me, Mrs. Möller, but I think you’re doing it wrong.”I laughed, feeling silly. “Right.” Quickly, I bent down and set Bubblegum onto the pavement. She wagged her tail happily, sniffing around my shoes.Mark got out of the car and buttoned his brown suit jacket. It was perfectly ironed, as usual.“Mr. Möller messaged me, asking me to take you home.”“Oh, there’s really no need for that,” I said lightly, starting to walk past him.Suddenly, Mark stepped directly into my path. His smile vanished, and his voice hardened slightly. “Mrs. Möller, I have my instructions. Please don’t make things difficult for me.”I stopped, caught off guard.It was always like this.Everyone around An

Chapter 13

ELISHA’S POVHer words still echoed in my mind.He doesn’t love you anyway.It wasn’t even the insult that stung the most. It was how bold she was about it. How she didn’t try to hide it anymore. How she stood there, in my house, wearing a necklace that was meant for me, telling me to leave the man I was married to.Like it was nothing.Like I was nothing.“Why?” I asked slowly, trying to hold my voice steady. “So it’ll be easier for you to marry him?”Natalie laughed. It wasn’t a real laugh. It was the kind that dripped with pity. Mocking. Cold.“It’s already so easy,” she said.Her hand lifted and gently touched the necklace resting above her collarbone. Her fingers grazed the sparkling gemstones like they were sacred.“He originally bought this set for you,” she added. “But the second I said I loved it, he gave it to me. No questions asked.”I opened my mouth, but no words came out.Just then, Anthony walked out of his study.And it was like a switch went off in her brain—from crue

Chapter 14

ELISHA’S POV“Send it away,” Natalie said, her voice sharp and full of disgust.She stood a few feet from where I sat by the pool.Bubblegum had been happily chasing her little stuffed duck just moments ago, tail wagging, tongue out, joyful in that silly, clumsy puppy way. But the second she heard Natalie’s voice, she froze mid-step. Her ears flattened. She turned and ran back to me like she’d been scolded.Now, she was curled in my lap—not resting, but hiding. Her small body pressed tightly to my stomach, nose tucked under my shirt as if she could disappear into me. I gently ran a hand over her back, feeling the tremble in her spine.“She’s not hurting anyone,” I said, my voice low.Natalie folded her arms. “She’s disgusting. Unhygienic. And I’m pregnant.”Bubblegum whimpered softly, digging her nose in deeper.I stared at Natalie in silence, waiting for her to say she’s joking or something. But she didn’t. Her face was twisted in what looked like real irritation.Anthony came rush

Chapter 15

ELISHA’S POVThe ambulance doors slammed shut before I could speak. I stood still on the sidewalk, barely able to blink. I looked down at Bubblegum, cradled trembling in my arms. She whimpered faintly, her eyes unfocused. Her breathing was fast. Too fast.My chest tightened.She hadn’t barked once since it happened. Not even a growl. I didn't know what she had seen or felt when Natalie kicked at her—whether it had been fear, shock, or pain—but she wasn’t the same.“I’m so sorry,” I whispered against her soft fur, walking toward my car as fast as I could without jostling her. “Just hang in there, okay? I’ve got you.”I barely remembered the drive. My fingers clutched the wheel so tightly my knuckles stayed white the whole way. I ran two red lights. The emergency lane at Robert’s clinic was thankfully empty when I skidded into it.Robert met me at the door before I even had time to ring the bell. He must’ve seen the look on my face.“Again?” he asked, his voice low, concerned, not ev

Chapter 16

ELISHA’S POVThe sound of the slap echoed long after it happened.My face tilted from the force, my breath catching in my throat.I didn’t move. I couldn’t.The side of my cheek throbbed—hot, raw, shocked. But nothing compared to the sting in my chest.I slowly turned my head to look at him—really look.Dominic. My older brother. The one who used to walk me home from school. The one who taught me how to parallel park. The one who promised we’d be a family no matter what.Now, his hand had left a mark on me.He didn’t even flinch.Everyone in the corridor stared, but none of them spoke. Not my mother, who was wringing her hands like a fragile little bird. Not my father, who looked like he’d already checked out of this moment, back stiff with shame—not for what they had done, but for how loud it had all gotten.Natalie stood at the door, lower lip trembling like a bad actress with too much screen time.And me—well, I wasn’t even part of the family photo anymore.I could feel the wall be

Chapter 17

ELISHA’S POV“I was at the clinic with the puppy,” I said slowly.Anthony just stood there, arms crossed, jaw tight. The kind of posture you take when you're trying to look angry but you're actually trying not to explode. His eyes scanned me—face, hair, the small carrier at my feet.He narrowed his gaze. “With that vet?”There it was.I blinked at him. “Yes. With Robert.”“So let me get this straight.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “Your sister gets hospitalized after almost losing her baby—your fault, by the way—and you spend the whole night with some strange man and a dog?”My jaw clenched. Not because of what he said. But because he meant it.I looked at him for a long second.“I didn’t push her,” I said quietly.He didn’t respond right away. His nostrils flared like he was gearing up for another accusation.And then—“Elisha?” Natalie’s voice floated in from somewhere down the hallway. Weak, breathy, strategically timed.Anthony’s gaze flicked away.Of course.I reache

Chapter 18

ELISHA’S POVThe pain sat in my chest like a stone. Not sharp. Not sudden. Just heavy.I stood still as the workmen brushed past me, carrying out box after box. My boxes. My baby’s things. They didn’t know, and they didn’t care. I was just another woman in a big house, watching someone else’s decision unfold in front of her.“You know,” Natalie said, arms crossed, her voice casual, “if you had any sense, you’d leave already.”I looked at her. She wore that same expression she always did when she thought she’d won something—smug, a little too relaxed. Like none of this was personal. Like it was all just… logistics.I didn’t speak right away. I wasn’t sure what part of me she expected to answer—the grieving mother, the discarded wife, the woman whose name was still on the deed but no longer mattered inside her own home.I stepped forward, slow and steady. I wasn’t angry yet. Not in the screaming way.“Nat,” I said quietly, “you don’t even know who your baby’s father is.”The smirk disa

Chapter 19

ELISHA’S POVI would’ve tried again. I really would have.For another baby. Another heartbeat. Another beginning.If Anthony had been someone worth building that future with.But he wasn’t.Not after the way he acted. Not after the way he vanished from the moment I needed him most. Not after he let them all say it was just an accident—that what Natalie did to me was just bad timing.He wasn’t cruel in the obvious ways. He didn’t scream or storm out or cheat in the dark. No—his version of cruelty was quieter.He ignored grief. Minimized it.Smiled at the right times and still managed to miss everything that mattered.I could’ve lived with the insults for the rest of my life, honestly. The family coldness. Even the loneliness. Because I was always meant to be a Möller bride, and divorce was simply not an option. But… my baby deserved better.My child deserved a father who would’ve driven through a hurricane to be at my side, not one who left me bleeding alone while buying someone else

Chapter 20

ELISHA’S POVAnthony stared at the folder in his hands. I watched the line of his jaw tighten, the flicker in his eyes like a match about to catch.And then—A cold, hollow laugh.Without hesitation, he ripped the divorce papers in half. Then again. And again. Until the edges fluttered like confetti to the floor. He walked to the bin and threw the pieces in as casually as if they were junk mail.I stood frozen.It wasn’t the drama of it that stunned me. It was the indifference. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant nothing.“I spent months preparing that,” I said, quieter than I meant to. “If you don’t like the terms, we can talk about it.”Anthony turned slowly, a shadow darkening his face.“You think the terms are the problem?” he sneered. “You think you get to walk away from this marriage?” I didn’t answer. The question wasn’t rhetorical, but it wasn’t honest either.He stepped forward.And then again.Until I felt the cold press of the wall behind my back.His hands didn’t touch me

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