Divorced But Obsessed

Midnight Flight

I couldn’t stay one more night under that roof. Not after hearing Dylan and Eva talk about raising my baby like it was their future together.

I waited until the mansion fell completely silent. My small bag was already packed with only the essentials. Clothes, some cash I had saved in secret, and the few things that truly mattered to me. I stood in front of the mirror for a moment, hand resting gently on my stomach.

“We’re leaving tonight, little one,” I whispered. “I won’t let them turn you into a contract item. You deserve love. Real love.”

My heart pounded as I crept down the long hallway. Every shadow made me freeze. I kept thinking about Dylan’s cold words. How he said I was just doing what I was paid for. How Eva was the only woman he had ever loved. The custody clause that could rip my child away from me. I couldn’t risk it.

The back staircase felt endless. My sneakers made almost no sound on the marble, but every small creak sounded like thunder in my ears. I reached the side door and slipped outside into the cool night air. The garden smelled of night-blooming flowers, but I barely noticed. Freedom was so close.

My phone vibrated silently. It was Lily.

“I’m at the back gate,” she texted. “Car is ready. Come quick.”

“I’m almost there,” I typed back with shaking fingers. “Please be careful.”

I moved faster through the garden path. The tall hedges provided cover, but I still felt exposed. My hand never left my stomach. This baby was the only thing giving me strength right now.

The gate appeared ahead. I pushed it open carefully, wincing at the slight squeak. Lily’s old car waited in the shadows just beyond the property line. She jumped out and pulled me into a fierce hug the second I reached her.

“Ivy,” she breathed. “You made it. Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

I nodded, tears already spilling down my cheeks. “I’m pregnant, Lily. Almost two months now. And Dylan doesn’t want us. He said I’m just fulfilling the contract. That Eva is the only woman he ever loved. He even mentioned the custody clause. I can’t stay there.”

Lily’s face hardened with anger. “That selfish bastard. Get in the car. We’re getting you far away from all of this.”

We drove through the night, leaving the city lights behind us. The highway stretched dark and empty ahead. Lily kept glancing at me with worry.

“Talk to me,” she said gently. “What exactly happened?”

I leaned my head against the window, watching the passing trees. “After that night we slept together, everything changed. He said it meant nothing. Then Eva came back. She’s been all over him. I finally told him about the baby in the garden. He looked at me like I was just a business transaction. He said the contract allowed me to provide an heir. That I was doing what I was paid for.”

Lily gripped the steering wheel tighter. “He really said that to you? While you’re carrying his child?”

I nodded. “He said he has no emotional attachment. That Eva is the love of his life. I heard them later talking about how they would raise the baby together. I can’t let that happen. I won’t.”

“We won’t let it happen,” Lily said firmly. “I have a friend in a small coastal town about four hours away. Quiet place. No one will look for you there. You can start fresh. I’ll help with money and anything else you need.”

I reached over and squeezed her hand. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’d survive,” she replied with a small smile. “Because you’re the strongest person I know. You stayed with him for four years while he was in a coma. You gave up everything. Now it’s time to fight for yourself and this baby.”

We talked for hours as the miles passed. I told her about the pregnancy symptoms I had been hiding. The nausea. The exhaustion. The way my heart both ached and filled with love every time I thought about the baby.

“Do you think he’ll come after me?” I asked quietly.

Lily sighed. “A man like Dylan Hart doesn’t like losing control. His pride won’t let you disappear easily. But we’ll be careful. New name if we have to. Cash only. No social media. You’ll disappear.”

By the time we reached the coastal town, the sun was just rising. The small apartment Lily had arranged was modest but clean. Simple furniture, a tiny kitchen, and a window that looked out toward the ocean.

“It’s not the mansion,” Lily said apologetically as she helped me carry my bag inside. “But it’s safe. And it’s yours.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and touched my stomach again. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Lily. Really.”

She sat beside me and hugged me tight. “You’re going to be an amazing mom. This baby is lucky to have you. Dylan doesn’t deserve either of you.”

The first few weeks in hiding were harder than I expected. I found a part-time job at a local bookstore. The owner was kind and didn’t ask too many questions. Mornings were rough with morning sickness, but I pushed through it. Every night I sat by the window talking to my baby.

“You’re going to be so loved,” I whispered one evening. “I’ll read you stories every night. We’ll walk on the beach. I’ll make sure you never feel unwanted.”

I tried not to think about Dylan, but he haunted my thoughts. Did he even notice I was gone? Or was he too busy with Eva?

What I didn’t know was that back at the mansion, Dylan had exploded the moment he discovered I left.

He stood in my old bedroom the next morning, holding the signed divorce papers I had left on his desk. His face was dark with fury.

“Ivy!” he shouted, voice echoing through the empty halls. “Where the hell is she?”

A maid appeared, looking nervous. “She left during the night, sir. We thought you knew.”

He read the papers again, his hand tightening until the paper crumpled. “She actually left. She signed them and walked away.”

Eva walked into the room, looking perfectly put together. “Dylan, what’s wrong? I heard shouting.”

“She’s gone,” he said, voice tight. “And she’s pregnant with my child.”

Eva’s eyes widened, but I would have seen the calculation in them if I had been there. “Pregnant? Oh, Dylan. I’m so sorry. But maybe this is for the best. I can be here for you. We can raise the child together. Like we always talked about.”

Dylan barely heard her. He was already on the phone calling his head of security. “I want every investigator working on this. Find her location. Track her cards, her phone, everything. She can’t have gone far.”

Days turned into weeks. Dylan became consumed with finding me. He barely slept. He yelled at his team when leads went cold. Eva tried to comfort him, but his mind was elsewhere.

One late night he sat alone in my old room, holding an old photo of us from the early contract days. His fingers traced my face in the picture.

“What have I done?” he muttered to the empty room. “I pushed her too far. I told her Eva was the only one. But why does the house feel so empty without her?”

He didn’t know I was hundreds of miles away, building a new life. I had my first ultrasound in a small clinic. The doctor smiled as he showed me the tiny heartbeat.

“Everything looks good,” he said. “You’re doing great, mom.”

I cried happy tears on the way home. For the first time in months, I felt hope.

But the peace was fragile. One afternoon as I left the bookstore, I noticed a black car parked across the street. My heart raced. I hurried home and locked the door, breathing hard.

“Not yet,” I whispered to my belly. “We’re not ready for him to find us yet.”

That same night, Dylan stood in his study looking at a new report. A possible sighting. A woman matching my description in a coastal town.

He clenched the paper tightly, eyes burning with determination. “I’m coming for you, Ivy. You can’t run forever. You’re still my wife. And that child is mine.”

The chase had truly begun. And I had no idea how close he was getting.