Hearing Ivy's words, Alaric felt as though his heart had been shattered.
His gaze turned somber and melancholy as he looked at her, a lump forming in his throat.
Did this woman really not love him anymore?
Half a year of neglect had pushed her away, completely extinguishing her hope in him without leaving any room for reconciliation.
Alaric knew he deserved it.
Now was not the time to stick around and make excuses for his behavior.
Not wanting to disturb her rest.
And trying to salvage a shred of his own dignity, he pretended everything was fine, standing up with a feigned nonchalance.
"All right, I understand what you're saying."
"Get some rest. I'll go keep an eye on the baby."
Watching his retreating back, Ivy felt a sharp pang in her chest.
It turned out that seeing Alaric leave so dejectedly still made her heart ache with reluctance.
But what could she do about that reluctance?
They had never belonged to the same world.
Their backgrounds were entirely mismatched.
Alaric wasn't the type of man who would firmly stand by her side no matter what happened.
On the contrary, the moment trouble arose, he chose to escape and push her away.
A man like that could never give her true happiness.
Ivy had completely given up hope.
Leaning against the headboard, she only had one thought in mind: get through this month of recovery as quickly as possible so she could head to the County Clerk's Office with Alaric and get her divorce decree.
Alaric really did go to watch over the baby.
He didn't return to the room to stay with Ivy that night.
For the next several days, in fact, he spent the vast majority of his time by their daughter's side.
He only returned to the room to keep Ivy company during meals.
Even then, it was just a silent presence; he didn't initiate a single word of conversation.




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