And then I said,as clearly as I could,“As you wish.”
Tonight would be my last night in this house.After this,I’d be gone—and Beckett Shaw would be a closed ###Chapter in my life.
With my decision made,I grabbed the trash bag in my hand and marched out the door.
Delaney’s voice followed behind me,laced with mock pity.
“Don’t fight because of me,Beckett.Look,she’s so angry she even took down your wedding photo.”
Beckett’s voice rumbled low with frustration.“She’s just being dramatic.Once she realizes I’m not playing her game,she’ll come crawling back.”
A tear slid down my cheek.I walked into the cold night and threw the trash away along with very last shred of love I had left for him.
The second I opened the door,I heard a noise coming from the nursery—and my anger flare up.Beckett had renovated that room the moment he found out I was pregnant.He’d filled it with only the best.Every piece of furniture,every stuffed animal,every blanket—he picked them all out himself.For our baby.
And now he wanted to give that to Delaney?
Fury surged through me.I stormed down the hallway and swung the door open—only to find Delaney lying in the crib.
I yanked her up without thinking,rage burning in my chest.But before I could get a word out,Beckett grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from her.
“What is wrong with you?You act like a lunatic the second you walk in.”he snapped.But when he saw the tears in my eyes,he hesitated—his grip loosening just a little.
“Are you really giving her this room?”I asked,my voice raw and broken.
Beckett frowned.“Delaney said she likes it.It’s not a big deal if she stays here for a while.”
“Do you remember…”
“Enough,Evelyn!”he cut me off,irritated.“Everything you’ve done these past few days has been disappointing.If you keep acting like this,I’ll have to reconsider whether this marriage should even continue.”He paused,eyes cold.“You don’t want the baby inside you to be born without a father,do you?”
He was threatening me—with divorce.
Looking at his face,the side he always turned away when he was done with an argument,I felt the memories unravel.The promises,the whispered sweet nothings,all turning to ash in a matter of months.
He once said this room would always belong to our baby.He said he would treasure both of us for the rest of his life.
And yet here we were.