"No. Not possible. Tell Maggie to come say it to my face."

Renata rolled her eyes. "She doesn't want to see you. Either sign, or wait for a court summons."

She turned to leave, but Xavier stopped her.

"Wait. Tomorrow. I want to see her at the place we first met."

"Tell her to bring the papers."

Renata didn't even look back. "I'll pass it along."

After Renata left, Tilda finally spoke up. "Xavier, Maggie must have misunderstood something. Let me go talk to her tomorrow and clear things up."

When Renata got back, she threw her arms around me, her voice cracking. "Maggie, I really thought you were happy. I had no idea Xavier was such a piece of garbage."

She pulled back, steadying herself. "He said he'll sign tomorrow, but only if you bring the papers yourself. To the place you two first met."

"Are you going?"

I went quiet for a moment, then nodded. "I'm going. He has to sign."

The next day, I arrived to find Tilda sitting alone on a park bench. The moment she spotted me, she walked straight over.

"Maggie, how could you just divorce him like this?"

I took a step back. "Where's Xavier?"

A flicker of amusement passed through her eyes. "He'll be here any minute. Just wait."

The next second, Tilda grabbed my hand and threw herself to the ground, clutching her ankle and crying out in pain.

The force of it sent me crashing into the park bench. My stomach slammed against the edge.

My face went white. I pressed both hands to my abdomen and looked up to see Xavier cradling Tilda, his face twisted with fury as he glared at me.

"Maggie, I never thought you could be this vicious!"

I didn't answer. My hands were shaking. I pointed at the divorce papers.

"Sign... them...!"

Xavier froze for a beat, then snatched up the papers in a rage, scrawled his name across them, and hurled them at my face.

"You've gone too far this time, Maggie. Don't you dare expect me to forgive you!"

He turned and strode away with Tilda in his arms. Over his shoulder, I caught Tilda raising an eyebrow at me, a smug taunt written all over her face.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, then pressed my palm gently against my lower belly.

"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy can't let you be born into a family like this..."

I couldn't hold on any longer. Everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed with an IV drip in my arm. Xavier sat beside me.