She stepped closer, eyes red. “Then why are you protecting her? Would you really shield Alden’s killer for someone who means nothing to you?”
I met her gaze. “Celeste… the day the child is born, you’ll know the truth.”
“I can’t wait that long!” she snapped. Her body trembled as she stood abruptly. “Gideon, if you won’t give me answers today—I’ll cut all ties with you!”
My heart clenched. She wasn’t bluffing.
I nodded slowly. “Alright.”
Her breath hitched. Her fingers dug into my shoulder.
“Say it again,” she whispered.
“It’s okay if we break up.”
Her lips curved into a bitter smile. “You think I’m joking?”
I said nothing.
She turned and slammed the door behind her.
That night, the divorce agreement landed in front of me. I was no longer welcome in her home.
I reached for the pen, ready to sign, but she caught my wrist.
“Think it over before you do it.”
“I already have.”
As I signed, she kept her grip on me. Her hand moved with mine—almost like she needed to force the signature out of me. Then, without a word, she snatched the document, her movements sharp, furious.
“I misjudged you,” she muttered, not looking at me.
I closed my eyes.
That was the day I was thrown out of the manor.