Her Pregnancy, My Freedom Chapter 2

"Vivienne Sterling! Why are you so dramatic?!"

Deep affection fades easily. Even before Melody’s appearance, Damien had already grown tired of me.

I left all the luxury goods, the jewelry, every single gift Damien had ever given me, in the master bedroom. I didn't want them cluttering my sight, so I tossed our framed wedding photos directly into the garbage bin.

Then, I left the villa.

I rented a quiet apartment. The day I moved out, Daisy also resigned. I offered her a position at one of my companies.

"Shouldn't you wait a little longer…? Mr. Sterling, he wouldn’t divorce you…" Daisy stammered, her eyes wide with disbelief.

I shook my head. "It's not him leaving me, Daisy. I'm leaving him." I gently patted her head. "You'll come work for me. I promise you'll be well taken care of."

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. Daisy's eyes lit up. "It must be Mr. Sterling! He knows he was wrong, he’s apologizing!" She urged, "Madam, quickly, check it!"

I stared at the unread notification. It had been so long since Damien had sent me a message. During our courtship, his texts had been a stream of sweet nothings. Now…

"Madam, hurry!" Daisy pressed again, brimming with anticipation.

I took a deep breath and opened the message:

"Melody is pregnant. We’re preparing to return."

"She’s delicate right now and needs proper care. Have the housekeeper clear out the master bedroom for her. She’ll be moving in."

"Melody has little appetite. Tell the kitchen to prepare more bland, easily digestible meals."

"She's been craving sweets lately. She really enjoyed the macarons you made."

"Decorate the room in a minimalist style. She loves sunlight, so choose transparent curtains."

"Also, clear out the walk-in closet. She prefers fresh colors like sky blue and grass green."

"Oh, and for the baby, I want him to be registered under my name. You handle all the paperwork."

Message after message, each line overflowing with concern for her. I hit 'delete' instantly, then blocked his number.

I turned my back.

And I never looked back.

Melody wasn't eager to return to the States so soon. She wanted to extend her vacation a little longer, and Damien was also wary of paparazzi catching her in her current state, which might affect her public image. So they lingered abroad for a while longer. After all, he’d fully entrusted all household matters to Vivienne Sterling.

"Mr. Sterling truly is a ladies' man, taking his mistress on a lavish European getaway while his legitimate wife is left back home to clean up her mess."

"Doesn't the wife get angry?"

Someone brought this up at a recent business dinner. Another quickly chimed in: "Mr. Sterling, you just don't understand."