“No longer in love) Chapter 4: The Ultimatum
“Then get on with it!” Eleanor insisted, her gaze now squarely on me) exper a grubland by
next year. No excuses.”
I rose slowly, my expression carefully neutral, a mask of composure conceding the sunroot within.
“Lucian’s child, regardless of who bears it, is of no consequence to me.” I said, my wore waday
“I’ve finished breakfast. I’ll be going upstairs.”
Eleanor’s eyes, for the first time, held a flicker of something akin to respect a guigne acknowledgment of my resilience.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll have the child raised by Millie.”
The sharp crack of shattering porcelain punctuated Lucian’s outburst. He vice, low at dangerous, filled the room.
“Fine, Millie. Don’t regret this.”
“I wouldn’t.”
I was already gone, in spirit, from this suffocating marriage.
Naturally, Lucian’s child had no relation to me.
Eleanor’s actions were swift and decisive.
That afternoon, she arranged for a private nurse to move imo Kate’s patent The rumour mill churned, whispering of an impending divorce.
But they didn’t know I’d already attempted to divorce when Alex nem o pris Lucian’s response had been a furious torrent of anger, a calculated campaign of repe He’d stopped coming home, flaunting his relationship with Katie, ignoring my cals, my tem
his from
office with
punic humiliating
even
dismissing
me
Then, after a month, he returned.
It was also the last time I quarreled with him because of Katie.
I cried and asked him why he did this to me?
His response?
displays
He cupped my chin, his touch cold and devoid of tenderness, “You wanted a divorce? How could you not stand such a small thing?”
It was a calculated punishment, a systematic erosion of my self–worth. It wasn’t enough, dough He needed to inflict pain, profound, lasting pain to break my spirit to ensure that I remained compliant, terrified of uttering the word ‘divorce again.
