No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 2

Scarlett slipped the pregnancy test into her pocket and walked into the living room. The sound of Amanda and Vincent's voices died instantly—like they'd been caught talking about something they didn't want her to hear.

She didn't bother greeting them. Not like she usually did—with a smile, a "how was your day", an offer to make coffee.

For years, she'd tried to be the perfect wife—kind to her in-laws, quiet when they criticized her, always putting Vincent's needs first. She'd thought if she just tried hard enough, he'd notice. He'd care.

But reality had slapped her awake. Even if she gave them her whole heart, the Stewarts would just step on it. Five years of giving and getting nothing in return? That was enough.

Vincent knew clearly he’d come back to take care of their "monthly business", and he glanced at her, then nodded at Freya. "Freya, see my mom to the door."

Scarlett stood there, silent, but there was a new coldness in her eyes—something Amanda and Vincent had never seen before.

Everyone loved Vincent. He ran the family business like a genius, was polite to his elders, loyal to his friends, fair to his employees. People always said Scarlett'd been lucky to marry him—like she'd won the lottery. But only Scarlett knew the truth—all that kindness, all that charm? It stopped the second he walked through their bedroom door. To her, he was just cold. Distant. A stranger.

And she was done with it.

As Amanda turned to leave, she paused when passing by Scarlett, and then she snapped, "If you can't give the Stewarts a grandson, how do you plan to face the family ancestors?"

Once, Scarlett would've bowed her head, mumbled an apology, let Amanda's words sting.

But not now. She turned to look at Amanda, her gaze sharp. "Amanda, we're both women. You know having a son isn't just my responsibility."

Amanda's eyes widened in shock. She was used to Scarlett being meek—easy to push around. But this? This was defiance. Amanda didn't back down either—she raised her hand and slapped Scarlett hard across the cheek, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Is that how you talk to your elders? Apologize!"

She glared at Scarlett, sure she'd back down. Amanda knew how much Scarlett loved Vincent—knew she'd do anything to keep him, even humiliate herself.

But now, she no longer wanted to swallow her pride and compromise. Since none of them had ever valued her efforts or her life, she refused to comply with anyone anymore.

Scarlett didn't apologize. She didn't even rub her cheek. She just stared at Amanda, her jaw tight, then stepped forward, her hand raised to hit back.

Before she could, though, a strong hand grabbed her wrist—hard. Vincent's voice was low, angry, in her ear. "Scarlett, are you done acting out?"

She looked up at him. His face was handsome, the same face she'd fallen in love with eight years ago—but now, it just made her sick. The coldness in his eyes fell on her and stung her like a needle.

How could he be so cruel?

He didn't love her, he cheated on her, and he treated her coldly—those were already bad enough. But how could someone be so cruel as to treat her like a mere baby-making machine?

What's worse, he even demanded a second child, completely disregarding the risk of amniotic embolism she faced during her first pregnancy. Wasn't that practically trying to kill her?

Just thinking about all this, Scarlett couldn't help but feel a sickening wave of nausea.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Vincent shoved her wrist away. "I don't have time for this today," he said, cold as ever. "We'll talk about the baby next month." He took Amanda's arm and started for the door, like Scarlett wasn't even there.

Amanda looked over her shoulder, a smug smile on her face—as if to say, "See? My son's on my side. You're just an outsider."

Once, that smile would've made Scarlett cry. Now, it just made her tired. She'd gotten used to Vincent choosing everyone but her.

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