I stared at him, my blood turning to ice.
"Is that all you care about?" I whispered. "The money?"
"It's not just money, Eliza! It's my legacy! It's the company!" He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. "I married you for this. I put up with you for this. And you failed. You had one job."
"One job," I repeated.
"Yes! To give me an heir!" He stopped and glared at me with pure contempt. "And now look at you. Broken. Useless. What good are you to me now?"
The pain in my chest was unbearable, but strangely, it cleared my head. The tears stopped. The shaking stopped.
I looked at the man I had loved for three years. The man I had defended to my family, to my friends. The man I had almost died for.
And I felt… nothing.
I smiled. It was a cold, sharp thing.
"You're right, George," I said softly.
He blinked, confused by my sudden calm. "What?"
"I'm barren. We lost the child. I'm useless to you now."
I pulled off my wedding ring. It felt heavy in my hand, a shackle I hadn't realized I was wearing.
"So divorce me," I said, dropping the ring onto the nightstand. "Right now."
The ring hit the nightstand with a dull clink, spinning before settling into silence.