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Chapter 1
Eloise Brooke
'Congratulations, Mrs Holt. You are four weeks gone'
As I waited in the living room, my fingers tightened around the pregnancy test result, as if my whole world depended on it.
Lucas, my husband, walked in through the entrance door. Elegant in his charcoal suit. A briefcase in his grip. A deep frown on his face... as always.
My heart pumped hard in my chest as I stood and went to take his briefcase. "Lucas... You are home..."
He ignored me and went to sit on the couch.
"How was work? I made dinner... You should shower and eat something." I was sure I looked so stupid right now, with my voice almost shaky. I just didn't want him to have a reason to complain today like he always does.
"I'm not hungry..." He paused, his eyes scanned me with contempt, then he said, "Give me that," his voice icy cold and dismissive.
I hurried to give him his briefcase.
"Sit." He commanded, without so much as even a glance.
My heart pounded hard against my ribcage as I sat across from him, waiting for his face to soften so I could break the news of our baby to him, but what he did next made me freeze on the spot.
He dropped a paper and pen on the center table and pushed them to me, with the casual word. "Sign it, Eloise."
'What's this?' I resisted the urge to ask a question, reaching for the paper, however, my eyes widened the moment I saw what was written in the paper.
'Divorce agreement' I looked at him, shocked.
"Wh... what is this?"
"Divorce agreement. We are getting a divorce, Eloise."
I froze, the paper slipped from my hand. What is he talking about?
"Are you joking?"
"No, I'm not." He replied flatly, and my face went pale.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, picking the paper from the floor.
"Uhm... I...I... Lucas... Wh...why... I mean, what's going on? Why are you giving me this?"
I stuttered, hands trembling, lips quivering, and heart hammering against my ribcage.
"Lucas---"
"Rose and I are getting married. She's carrying my baby, and we are going to start living together soon. I don't want you to make her uncomfortable."
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