I met her gaze. “Celeste… the day the child is born, you’ll know the truth.”
“I can’t wait that long!” she snapped. Her body trembled as she stood abruptly. “Gideon, if you won’t give me answers today—I’ll cut all ties with you!”
My heart clenched. She wasn’t bluffing.
I nodded slowly. “Alright.”
Her breath hitched. Her fingers dug into my shoulder.
“Say it again,” she whispered.
“It’s okay if we break up.”
Her lips curved into a bitter smile. “You think I’m joking?”
I said nothing.
She turned and slammed the door behind her.
That night, the divorce agreement landed in front of me. I was no longer welcome in her home.
I reached for the pen, ready to sign, but she caught my wrist.
“Think it over before you do it.”
“I already have.”
As I signed, she kept her grip on me. Her hand moved with mine—almost like she needed to force the signature out of me. Then, without a word, she snatched the document, her movements sharp, furious.
“I misjudged you,” she muttered, not looking at me.
I closed my eyes.
That was the day I was thrown out of the manor.
With barely any money, I rented a tiny thirty-square-meter apartment. There, I waited quietly for my trial, hoping that justice would one day be served—that Sierra would finally be exposed. That I could face Alden again with a clean conscience.
But that moment never came.
What came instead were Celeste’s bodyguards.
They dragged me back without explanation.
The first thing I saw was Damien lying on a bed soaked with blood—his lower body completely drenched in red.
Celeste looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Her eyes were dark, sunken. The moment she saw me, she slapped me across the face.
“You said it didn’t matter if the child wasn’t aborted! That you’d accept anything!” she shouted. “Then why would you do this to him? Why strip him of his dignity as a man?”
I stared in shock. Damien whimpered in pain.
“Gid…” he said weakly. “If you don’t want me to be with Celeste, I’ll leave. But why hurt me like this?”
Celeste kicked me in the knee, forcing me down.
“I’ll find the thugs you hired,” she growled. “And I’ll make sure they die without a grave.”
Then she grabbed my chin, squeezing until it hurt.
“But you—I’ll give you one last chance.”
“If you testify in court, I’ll have my lawyers defend you. Maybe you’ll shave off a few years in prison.”
Pain shot through my jaw. I managed to speak through gritted teeth. “I can’t.”