She’s Done. He’s Breaking novel Chapter 16

**Chapter 16**

Stella felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of anxiety and anticipation. She instinctively lowered her gaze, focusing on the velvet box cradled in her hands, its weight both comforting and heavy with implications.

Tristan was on the verge of divorcing her, preparing to cast her aside like yesterday’s news. Did Eloise, with her cheerful demeanor, have any inkling of this impending separation? The thought gnawed at Stella. Perhaps Tristan hadn’t found the right moment to inform his family, but that was irrelevant now.

Eloise engaged in light conversation with Tristan, her voice melodic, occasionally directing questions towards Stella. It was evident that Eloise’s attitude had shifted, and Stella understood the reason: she was carrying the Somerton family’s only daughter, a fact that now seemed to elevate her status, if only slightly.

“Look at how your belly is growing! Soon, going to work will feel like a chore. You should really take it easy and rest at home. No need to go to the company,” Eloise advised, her eyes filled with a motherly concern.

Stella nodded, forcing a smile. “I appreciate your concern, Mrs. Somerton Senior,” she replied, though the words felt hollow in her throat.

As dinner approached, the table was set for an intimate gathering of David, Eloise, Tristan, and herself. Stella deliberately chose to sit across from Tristan, a decision that felt both empowering and painful.

Eloise’s keen eyes flickered between them, sensing an undercurrent of tension that hadn’t been there before. In their previous encounters at the Somerton residence, Stella had always been the picture of deference and submission. Her humble background had painted her as unworthy in the eyes of many, especially when compared to Tristan.

Yet, deep within, Eloise wrestled with a flicker of guilt. The news of Stella’s pregnancy had been a beacon of hope during David’s recovery, and now, the prospect of a granddaughter was a blessing they had longed for.

But as she observed Stella’s demeanor, it dawned on her that the young woman had seemingly abandoned her efforts to win over Tristan.

David and Tristan delved into discussions about the family business, while Eloise turned her attention to Stella, who responded thoughtfully, her words measured. The atmosphere was surprisingly serene, perhaps the most relaxed dinner Stella had experienced at the Somerton home.

After the meal, Eloise suggested they stay the night, but Tristan’s firm refusal left no room for debate. Eloise, sensing the tension, chose not to press the issue.

As Stella climbed into Tristan’s car, she felt a weight settle on her shoulders. Eloise watched them depart, a sigh escaping her lips, filled with unspoken worries and hopes.

“Tristan doesn’t care for Stella. We’ll just let things unfold, and once it’s all settled, they’ll divorce. We’ll compensate her then,” David stated matter-of-factly, his voice steady.

Eloise turned to him, a frown creasing her brow. “I understand that, but she’s pregnant now. The emotional state of a pregnant woman is crucial. I don’t want our great-granddaughter to be affected by this situation.”

“From what I observed today, Stella doesn’t seem to be clinging to Tristan like before,” David remarked, a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

“She understands her position now,” he added, a note of finality in his voice.

Inside the car, Stella sat next to Tristan, leaning against the cool window, her hands resting protectively on her belly. The night scenery whizzed by, but her mind was elsewhere.

Tristan was engaged in a work call, his tone shifting from professional to warm as he greeted someone named Audrey. “Hey, Audrey!” he said, and the gentleness in his voice sent a jolt of pain through Stella.

She couldn’t hear Audrey’s words, but Tristan’s responses hinted at a conversation filled with complaints about her brother, Scott. It seemed Audrey wanted to live with Tristan, but Scott was opposed.

The realization struck Stella like a cold wave: did Tristan live alone when he wasn’t at the villa? The thought stirred a confusing mix of emotions within her. A part of her felt relieved, while another part ached with jealousy.

She instinctively tightened her grip on her belly, a bitter smile creeping onto her lips. What was she really hoping for?

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