Late that night, a blood-curdling scream came from her room. When Alaric rushed in, he found her writhing in pain on the floor.
“Help! It hurts! Save the baby!”
At the hospital, the diagnosis was food poisoning.
Lying on the bed, Ruby looked at me with teary, wounded eyes. Her voice trembled.
“Madam, why would you do this to me? This is Alaric’s child.”
Alaric’s gaze turned ice cold.
“Eleanor, have you lost your mind?!”
Without giving me a chance to explain, he had someone forcibly send me to a secluded villa on the outskirts of the city.
I sat on the floor of that vast, empty villa, heart twisting in agony.
Three years of marriage and I had never warmed his heart. All I’d done was expose how little I truly meant.
I texted him.
[Let’s get a divorce.]
His call came almost instantly, his tone forceful.
“I don’t agree! How long are you planning to keep this up?”
I answered calmly, “Alaric, your heart belongs to someone else and now she’s carrying your child. Divorce will set us both free.”
“Think carefully before you speak again.” He hung up on me.
I shook my head with a bitter smile. He’d married me for the Middleton Family’s reputation.