RedNovelChapter 2
Early the following morning, when she descended the staircase, only to catch Alistair by the front door, car keys
in hand.
She paused mid-step, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Isn't today your day off. Where are you going?"
"Taking Vivian to her ultrasound scan." he replied without a hint of remorse or discretion.
She watched his Bentley disappear down the driveway, unable to suppress a bitter smile that twisted her lips.
After Alistair leaving, Elaine quietly finished her breakfast and left the house herself.
Her car cut through Manhattan traffic with practiced efficiency, quickly arriving at the sleek downtown offices of
Davidson & Partners. The attorney was waiting, leather portfoalready open on the conference table.
"After both parties signed, you can get the divorce certificate after sixty days." Davidson explained, sliding the
documents toward her.
Elaine examined the papers and nodded decisively. "Well. I'll have Alistair sign it and return them today."
When she returned to the estate later that afternoon, she heard unusual commotion before even entering.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPushing open the front door, she discovered not only Alistair in the living room, but Vivian as well.
Servant staff bustled about, carrying luggage upstairs. Before she could process the scene, Alistair's voice cut
through her confusion, casual yet brooking no argument.
"Vivian shouldn't be alone during her pregnancy-it's not safe. I've moved her in," he stated flatly. "She'll be
staying here for a while. Just bear with it, and as compensation, I'll grant you any request you want."
Elaine remained silent for a moment, then smiled faintly. She reached into her bag and extracted the divorce
papers, opening them to the final page.
"Helpsign this document," she said, watching his face carefully, her heart racing despite her outward calm.
She couldn't predict his reaction.
Alistair took the papers, but before he could examine them, Vivian pressed against his side, effectively blocking
his view. "Alistair, darling," she purred, "the baby just kicked! Don't you want to feel it?"
He had already assumed it was merely a credit authorization. Vivian's interruption erased any inclination he
might have had to review the document.
He scrawled his signature on the line without a second glance, then casually handed the papers back to Elaine.
"If you want to buy something, just get it. If you need more money, talk to Parker," he said dismissively.
With that, he carried Vivian upstairs, leaving Elaine alone with the signed divorce papers.
Would he regret it when he discovered he'd signed so carelessly was actually divorce papers? Probably not.
After all, he had never loved her. Their marriage had been nothing but a convenient solution to family pressure.
Vivian settled into their house, and from that day forward, peace abandoned the household completely.
Using her pregnancy as both shield and weapon, she reigned with unchecked tyranny.
On her very first day, she decimated the garden. When Elaine cdownstairs, she discovered her carefully
cultivated roses brutally uprooted, the once-pristine beds reduced to chaos. The perpetrator stood nearby, her
smile deliberately provocative.
"Alistair said my happiness comes first," Vivian announced, "and those ugly things madeunhappy, so | had
them removed. You're not upset, are you, Elaine?"
Elaine stared at the ravaged garden beds in silence. After a long moment, she said nothing.
After all, everything belonged to Alistair. After all, she would be leaving soon.
The next day, Vivian demanded their wedding portrait be taken down from the grand foyer. She ceremoniously
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcut Elaine's image from the photograph and burned it in the fireplace.
By the third day, she had claimed the master bedroom, moving in with Alistair under the pretense that "the baby
needs its daddy at night."
Each time, Alistair chose to indulge her. Each time, he offered Elaine the sempty words.
"Vivian's pregnant. I'll make it up to you after she delivers the baby,."
His casual tone dripped with indifference. Elaine stared at the black AmEx card he offered as compensation and
laughed softly to herself.
But Alistair, there is no "after" for us anymore.
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