Yet, I turned away, picked up the divorce papers from the table, and handed them to him.
"Sign it. We only registered the marriage, but the ceremony never happened. No one else really knows. It’ll be simple.”
It was like I’d struck him with lightning as the color drained from his face, and he shook his head violently, reaching for my hand. “No, Amara. I’m not signing. I love you. I only love you!”
But I stepped back, and he fell forward onto the floor.
Then his gaze caught the fruit knife on the table. Without a word, he grabbed it and stabbed himself in the stomach.
Grayson had built his empire in the shadows. He’d always been ruthless, even with himself.
He stopped the servants from calling a doctor, stopped the guards from coming near. Instead, he just looked at me, bleeding out, and smiled weakly. “Does this make it up to you? If not, I’ll stab myself again.”
I stared at the blood spilling from his wound, then finally lowered my eyes.
“Divorce,” I said quietly. “Or the baby in Alyssa’s belly. You can only keep one.”
The smile on his face froze.
After that day, he disappeared for three days. When he came back, he looked like he’d been hollowed out.
He then threw an abortion certificate on the table and hoarsely said, “Alyssa had already lost the baby. Are you happy now?”
But I didn’t even glance at it.
He let out a heavy sigh, exhaustion written all over his face, then crouched down to hold my hand. “Sweetheart, I’ve already sent Alyssa away. Let’s just go back to how things used to be, okay?”
He had killed my child. He had taken away my ability to ever have another. And now, with one simple sentence, “I sent her away," he thought that would erase everything I’d lost.
Amara's POV
Grayson always assumed that if he bowed his head, I would forgive him without question. He didn’t know we could never go back to what we were.
When I said nothing, he tried again. “My friends put together a little get-together tonight to help us loosen up. Come with me.”
I started to refuse, but he grabbed me and hauled me into the car before I could finish the sentence.
Soon, the car stopped at a rundown private club on the edge of town. When the private room door opened, dozens of filthy vagrants poured out and surged toward me like a tide. As soon as they saw me, their eyes went ugly and predatory. My chest tightened.