Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

At the mention of the morning-

Evan’s hard expression softened slightly. His tone, for once, tried to be gentle.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were on your period.”

He knew over-supplementing during a period-especially with blood-activating ingredients-was dangerous.

He knew that.

But the moment he said ‘period’—

Stella’s eyes went completely blank.

Not anger.

Not hurt.

Just numb.

Because she understood.

He had never believed she was pregnant.

And now he was saying it out loud.

‘Period.’

What was he implying?

That she had exaggerated it into a miscarriage?

That she was being dramatic?

That she shouldn’t be this unreasonable?

After a few seconds of that hollow silence-

She suddenly laughed.

“Period. Right.”

How many women bleed that heavily during a normal period?

Some do.

But wasn’t he the one who knew her body best?

He knew that wasn’t normal for her.

Evan frowned slightly at her tone.

“I spoke to the doctor who does your monthly checkups. You weren’t pregnant.”

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Stella went still.

He had already asked.

Of course he had.

Then why had every doctor said she wasn’t pregnant?

Evan continued, voice tightening,

“I also asked the doctor who treated you today.”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

He didn’t need to.

She understood.

Every doctor he’d spoken to had given the same answer.

She wasn’t pregnant.

What was left to argue?

Summer’s mother had influence in this city.

Deep influence.

Seeing her silent, Evan picked up her favorite dish and held it to her lips.

His voice softened again.

“Don’t worry. We’ll have a child. Okay?”

That did it.

If he hadn’t said anything, it would’ve been better.

The attempt to comfort her-

Ignited something explosive.

“What right do you have to talk about a child?”

Even now-

He still thought there would be a future.

He still imagined children between them.

She almost laughed at the absurdity.

Evan said nothing.

Stella slapped the spoon out of his hand.

The thermos tipped over and hit the floor with a heavy clang.

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Food spilled everywhere.

The air in the room turned icy.

“Give up on that fantasy,” she said coldly. “We don’t even have a future anymore. How exactly are we supposed to have a child?”

He was still talking about children.

Or was it charity?

“You bringing up a child right now-what is that? Pity?”

“You think no matter how tangled you are with Summer, you’ll still give me a child so I have something to hold onto in the Wright family?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

He rubbed his temple, already feeling the headache forming.

But Stella didn’t stop.

“I didn’t need that before.”

She looked at him steadily.

“And I definitely won’t need it now.”

Before she didn’t need a child to secure her place.

Now she wouldn’t accept one at all.

The distinction wasn’t lost on him.

His expression darkened.

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