I stared at him, numb.
"And why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?"
His questions made me nauseous, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue. Ignoring his anger, I turned to close the door.
He grabbed my arm, gripping it tightly. "Is this about Colleen? I told you, once the baby’s born, I’m cutting ties with her! I’ve made sacrifices for us. What more do you want?"
His shamelessness hit me like a punch, and I couldn’t hold back—I slapped him hard. "I’m not worth it, right? You should find someone better. The divorce papers are on the way. Sign them."
I yanked my arm free, signaling the guards my father had left to protect me. Alexander glanced at them warily and stepped back. As I walked away, I heard him yell, "If you leave now, don’t expect me to take you back!"
Come back? Not a chance. In fact, I should thank him. This whole mess made me realize how much better off I am without him.
For weeks, Alexander still hadn't signed the divorce papers. It wasn’t until my father threatened him that he finally texted me.
[I'll come by tomorrow, make Sebastian and the others apologize. Stop overreacting. I'm tired of this. Don’t make me choose between you and Colleen.]