His words were desperate, his eyes red and glistening with what looked like sincerity, like he truly loved me. But I knew better. He loved someone else.
And that woman was pregnant with his child.
He even wanted to kill mine just to clear the way for their perfect little family.
The realization struck me like ice water. I pushed him away with all the strength I had left. "Stop lying, Darien. Stop using me. I’m done falling for your words. I came here today to end things for good."
I pointed toward the house behind him, my voice now cold. "You pretended to be bankrupt. I bought this house with my own money. So pack up and get out."
"Ellie, what’s wrong with you? Did you hit your head that day? Why are you saying these things now? Are you trying to drive me mad with worry?"
Then, like nothing had happened, he turned back to the stove and started ladling food into bowls. "You’re probably just hungry. Come on, let's eat. You’ll feel better once you’ve had something nice."
I stared at him in disbelief. And then, something bitter and hollow escaped from my throat.
"Don’t pretend anymore, Darien. I’m done—"
Before I could finish my sentence, his phone rang.
He answered almost immediately, "What? I told you I wasn’t coming tonight." His tone shifted, low and tense. His eyes flicked toward me, wary.
It had to be Vienna. She was calling to urge him over.
But today was supposed to be his turn to act like a devoted husband. So, he hesitated—clearly torn between two roles.
"I know." Darien glanced at me as he went on, "If the client's that important, then I’ll be right there."
He hung up and looked at me with that apologetic expression.
"Ellie, I’ve been working on this deal for a long time. A major client just came in and I have to go. The food’s in the pot. Please eat something, okay?"
He took off his apron in a rush, pausing briefly to sniff his collar, worried that Vienna would notice the smell of cooking oil.
"Darien..." I called out to him softly.
He stopped and turned, flashing me a gentle smile. "I transferred you one hundred fifty dollars. Buy yourself something nice. Some fruit, maybe. Take care of yourself and the baby, all right? I’ll be back soon."
Sure, Darien. I will take care of myself. I just won’t be needing you anymore.