Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Chapter 74

Unfair?

A faint, bitter smile tugged at the corners of Elise’s lips.

"When I first discovered that Dylan had built a home in Orchard Residence with Quinn, I felt exactly that way."

Her voice was calm, almost detached, masking the hollow ache inside. "There were countless things I couldn’t bring myself to accept."

"But it was all a misunderstanding!" Madeline immediately leaned forward, her tone growing urgent. "Dylan and Quinn were only working together under a strict agreement. Look."

She hurriedly pulled a document from her handbag and thrust it forward. "This is a copy of their contract."

Elise accepted the papers. Her gaze swept across the pages briefly, casually—as if she were reading nothing more significant than a restaurant menu. There was no shock, no sudden flash of anger, no visible reaction at all.

Madeline stared at her, deeply bewildered. "Elise..." Her brows furrowed. "The agreement is real. Do you... do you not believe it?"

"I do," Elise replied, handing the document back. "I know it’s genuine."

The effortless answer caught Madeline completely off guard. "If you believe it, then why—"

"Because it’s too late," Elise interrupted gently. The words were soft, yet they carried a crushing weight that anchored them to the floor.

"Now, I can believe that Dylan and Quinn were only partners." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But the truth arrived too late."

Madeline stared at her, genuinely unable to comprehend this.

"Why?" Her voice rose slightly, desperate to bridge the gap. "Dylan was trying to protect you! Yes, his methods were extreme..." A trace of helpless frustration crossed her face. "But he was terrified that what happened five years ago would happen again."

The room fell into a heavy, suffocating quiet. Elise lowered her eyes, remaining silent for a long moment before she finally spoke.

"Madeline, during those five years, I never hated Dylan. Not once."

The confession hung in the air, a stark contrast to what came next. She lifted her gaze, her eyes reflecting a profound tiredness.

"The resentment only began when I discovered the existence of that family... When I saw him, Quinn, and Robin together."

A faint tremor finally broke through her composed facade. "That’s when everything changed."

She looked away, focusing on the pale sunlight filtering through the window.

"Whether that family was real or fake no longer matters. Because the pain I felt was real. The betrayal was real. The humiliation was real. The hatred... was real."

Every word landed like a wound reopening, sharp and agonizing.

"I carried every consequence. I endured every sleepless night. I suffered every ounce of despair those lies created," she said, her eyes turning entirely cold as she looked directly at Madeline. "So tell me... why should a piece of paper erase all of that?"

Silence flooded the room once more. Madeline opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again.

She realized that Elise was right. It didn’t matter why the wound had been inflicted; a wound was still a wound. Pain does not vanish simply because someone explains their motives afterward. An explanation could provide understanding, but it could never undo suffering.

Defeated, Madeline said nothing.

Elise gently placed the baby clothes back into the shopping bag, her movements careful and elegant.

Instead, he chose lies, secrets, and manipulation, all while comforting himself with the delusion that he was protecting her.

Then what had her devotion meant? What had her trust meant? And what about the twins she lost five years ago—the children whose absence still echoed through every empty corner of her life?

The entire situation felt absurd, cruel, and almost laughable in its tragedy. No matter how noble Dylan believed his intentions to be, Elise could neither accept them nor forgive them.

. . .

The seventeenth arrived exactly as scheduled.

Early that morning, Elise gathered every required document and headed to the Civil Affairs Bureau. She was the first to arrive. After taking a queue number, she sat quietly in the waiting area, pulling out her phone to call Oliver.

"Tell Dylan I’m here," she said, her voice perfectly composed. "I’ve already arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

On the other end of the line, Oliver hesitated. His usual crisp efficiency vanished, replaced by an awkward stammer.

"Madam... I’ll pass along the message. But whether Mr. Bennett comes or not... that’s not something I can guarantee."

"That’s fine," Elise replied immediately, her gaze fixed on the double doors of the entrance. "I’ll wait. But tell him this: I won’t leave before the office closes for lunch."

The waiting room buzzed quietly around her, yet her next words carried a sharp certainty that cut through the ambient noise.

"If he comes, we’ll finalize the divorce. If he doesn’t..." Elise lowered her eyes to the divorce agreement resting in her hands, her fingers tightening against the paper.

"Then I’ll proceed directly with litigation. And this time, I have no intention of turning back."