“If you do… I’ll have Arianne abort the child. I’ll give you everything—my fortune, my company. Anything.”
I shook my head. “No need.”
“Who is Caleb Dalton to you, anyway?” Alaric’s voice cracked slightly. Caleb—the man who killed Seraphine. I’d said it so many times before, but I repeated it calmly. “I have nothing to do with him.”
His bloodshot eyes burned into mine. “You expect me to believe that? You’d protect Seraphine’s murderer for someone you don’t even care about?”
I met his gaze. “Alaric, you’ll understand everything the day the child is born.”
“I can’t wait another day!” He shot to his feet, hands shaking. “If you don’t explain yourself clearly today, Elysia, I’ll end all ties with you.”
My heart clenched. He meant it. There was no hesitation in his eyes. I drew in a breath, then nodded. “Alright.”
We’d been through enough. I was done.
His hand trembled where it gripped my shoulder. “Say it again.”
“It’s okay if we break up,” I said.
He laughed bitterly, like he couldn’t believe it. “You think I’m joking?”
I said nothing.
He turned and slammed the door behind him. That night, the divorce agreement landed in front of me.