Something flickered across Ivor's face. He pulled her into his arms, pressing his warm palm gently against her belly.
"Be good. Don't you want a baby that's ours? Your body's delicate. You have to keep taking the medicine so the baby stays safe."
Jocelyn closed her eyes. Every organ inside her felt like it was being crushed in a fist, sinking inch by inch.
She pulled away from his embrace, lowering her gaze to hide everything roiling beneath the surface. "Okay. Go ahead and finish up. I'll go rest."
Ivor kissed the top of her head, then instructed the staff repeatedly to stay by her side and attend to her every need before finally letting her return to the bedroom.
The instant the door closed behind her, every trace of color drained from Jocelyn's face. She slid down the cold wood of the door until she was sitting on the floor, and the tears she'd been holding back finally broke free.
With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and scrolled to a number she'd blocked three years ago. She dialed.
"Dad. I know I was wrong. Please help me file for divorce."