I crossed my arms. "If this is about divorce, there’s nothing more to discuss. I won’t mention it again—for now."

His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable. "For now?"

"Yes."

He studied me, trying to gauge my thoughts. After a long pause, he forced a small smile. "Felicia, I’m glad you’re willing to give me another chance."

I said nothing. I didn’t believe him for a second.

"Unlock the door. I’m exhausted."

With a click, the locks released. I stepped out immediately, making my way into the estate without looking back. As I reached my bedroom, I locked the door behind me. I could hear Benedict’s footsteps linger outside for a moment before fading away. He had laughed at me before, believing I would always come back to him, that my resistance was temporary.

He was wrong.

Hours later, I was busy looking for the perfect interview attire, snapping pictures of a few options and sending them to Jane for her opinion.

My phone rang almost instantly. "Felicia, why the sudden job hunt? Did you settle things with Benedict?"

I kept my voice even. "Not yet. I need financial independence first. Once I can cover my grandmother’s medical expenses, I’ll leave."

Jane sighed. "So, you’re staying under the same roof as him until then?"

"Not for long. I have some money saved. After my interview tomorrow, I’ll start looking for a place."

Divorce couldn’t be rushed. I had no job, no way to fight him in court yet. Benedict had an elite team of lawyers at his disposal. If I wanted to stand a chance, I had to be smart. I wasn’t walking away with anything. He was the one who broke our vows, not me.

"Which company are you applying to?"

"Blackwood Pack."

Jane gasped. "Felicia, that’s your mate’s rival! Are you serious?"

I ignored her reaction, placing my phone down and settling on simple yet professional dress. After a quick shower, I climbed into bed, exhaustion washing over me. Tomorrow was a step toward freedom.

But freedom never came so easily.

In the dead of night, I awoke to a faint glow in the hallway. Curious, I quietly cracked my door open. My eyes landed on the study at the end of the corridor, where a dim light spilled through the open door. Benedict sat at his desk, his broad shoulders tense as he scrolled through his phone.

Then, I saw it.

A message flashed across his screen from an unknown number.

[Benedict, I’m pregnant.]

My blood ran cold.