I Signed the Divorce… While Carrying His Child

Sign it.” The papers slid across the table. Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating. Aria's gaze dropped to the bold letters DIVORCE AGREEMENT and for a moment… She said nothing, not a single reaction Then laughter, A light chuckle first Then sharper. Almost… amused. Lucien Vale frowned. That wasn’t the reaction he expected. “Something funny?” he asked coldly. Aria leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs slowly, like she had all the time in the world. “No,” she said lightly. “I just didn’t think you’d be this impatient to get rid of me.” His eyes narrowed. “I told you from the beginning what this marriage was.” “A contract,” she finished smoothly. “Yes, I remember.” Her tone was calm and unsettling in some way. And that irritated him for some reason. “I’ll be offering you compensation,” he continued, sliding a sleek black card towards her. “Take it; you’ll need it for when you leave” Her eyes flickered down to it for a second before she let out a quiet, amused hum. “Ah, I see." She picked it up, examining it briefly before flicking it back towards him without a care. "I'm flattered, but I humbly decline." The card hit the table with a soft tap. “I assume,” he added, his voice tightening slightly, “you wouldn’t make this difficult.” “Difficult?” she repeated, tilting her head slightly. She picked up the papers with no hesitation or pain whatsoever, as if they meant nothing. “That would require me to care.” Lucien’s expression hardened. “Don’t play games.” “I’m not,” she replied simply. Her gaze met his. Steady. Clear. Completely unbothered. And for the first time, something shifted. And he did not like it. “You’re surprisingly calm,” he said. Her lips curved faintly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you expect me to cry and grovel at your feet over a contractual marriage?" she asked. "Oh, darling, I’ve had three years to prepare,” she replied, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder with easy grace. "Honestly, I thought you’d last longer." That bruised his ego, a quiet but precise strike. "You seem very eager to leave,” he said, his tone sharpening. "I am,” she said without hesitation. The answer came too fast. And he didn’t like it. Not at all. Aria picked up the pen and signed her name in one fluid motion. No shaking hands. No second thoughts. Just a smooth, practiced motion. She placed the pen back in front of him. "Done." Lucien stared at her as though waiting for something. A c***k. A flicker. Any sign that this meant more to her than she was letting on. But she just stood up. "I’ll be leaving tonight,” she added casually. His brows furrowed. "Tonight?" "Yes." For a moment, he really looked at her. Not the woman he'd married for convenience. Not the name tied to a contract. But her, and somehow, she felt unfamiliar. "You’re in a hurry,” he said. She shrugged slightly. "Why stay where I’m not wanted?" That was reasonable. So why did it sound like a challenge? She turned to leave. Then paused at the door. Without looking back, she said, "Oh, and Lucien?" A beat of silence. "You really should’ve done this sooner." And just like that, she was gone. No tears. No hesitation. No looking back. The door clicked shut behind her, the sound echoing louder than it should have. Lucien sat there, still. For the first time since their marriage began, the room felt different, and something unfamiliar settled in his chest. Not regret. No. Something far more irritating. Something close to... Annoyance. Because somehow, it felt like he was the one being left behind.