I left before he could reply, my hands shaking as I gripped the wheel.
When I returned home later, a package waited.
Divorce papers.
Moments later, Darren stormed in, Sally trailing behind him. She slipped toward the nursery, leaving us alone.
"Eliana," Darren said tightly, "why would you pull a stunt like this? Can't we talk like adults?"
I held his gaze and thrust a stack of papers into his hands. "Sign."
He frowned. "What is this?"
"Hospital release forms," I lied smoothly.
Only then did he really see me—the bruises, the bandages. His face flickered with something like guilt. He signed without hesitation.
"Darren, baby Alex won't stop crying!" Sally called from the nursery.
He shoved the papers back into my hands and rushed to her.
I looked down at his signature, my lips curling in a bitter smile.
Because he didn’t know he had just signed away two things. My resignation from his company. And our marriage.
When he finds out, it’ll be too late.
ELIANA
My belongings from the office arrived in a stack of cardboard boxes not long after.