"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snarled, turning on me. "You were supposed to be in the hospital!"
"And let me die?" I shot back.
He paused, just for a second, his eyes narrowing. "Die? Don't be dramatic. The doctors were taking care of you."
"Is that what you call it?" I laughed, a broken, hollow sound. "I heard you, George. I heard you tell them to finish me off."
"You were hallucinating from the anesthesia," he dismissed, waving his hand. "You’re hysterical. Look at you, barging in here, ruining my birthday, embarrassing me in front of the board!"
"Embarrassing you?" I screamed. "Our baby is dead, George! Our child!"
"And whose fault is that?" he shouted, stepping into my space.
I recoiled. "What?"
"If you hadn't been so clumsy, if you hadn't been standing so close to the edge, none of this would have happened!" He pointed a finger in my face. "Do you know what you've done? Grandfather is furious! That trust fund was contingent on an heir! Now I have to explain to him why his great-grandchild is dead because his mother couldn't keep her balance!"
I stared at him, my blood turning to ice.
"Is that all you care about?" I whispered. "The money?"
"It's not just money, Eliza! It's my legacy! It's the company!" He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. "I married you for this. I put up with you for this. And you failed. You had one job."
"One job," I repeated.
"Yes! To give me an heir!" He stopped and glared at me with pure contempt. "And now look at you. Broken. Useless. What good are you to me now?"
The pain in my chest was unbearable, but strangely, it cleared my head. The tears stopped. The shaking stopped.
I looked at the man I had loved for three years. The man I had defended to my family, to my friends. The man I had almost died for.
And I felt… nothing.
I smiled. It was a cold, sharp thing.
"You're right, George," I said softly.
He blinked, confused by my sudden calm. "What?"
"I'm barren. We lost the child. I'm useless to you now."
I pulled off my wedding ring. It felt heavy in my hand, a shackle I hadn't realized I was wearing.
"So divorce me," I said, dropping the ring onto the nightstand. "Right now."
The ring hit the nightstand with a dull clink, spinning before settling into silence.
I waited for him to scream "Get out." I waited for him to throw my clothes onto the lawn. I was ready for it. I wanted it.
Instead, George laughed.