Divorced But Obsessed

The Breaking Point

I couldn’t breathe in that house anymore. Not with his words still echoing in my head and Eva’s fake smile following me everywhere.

I waited until the mansion was quiet, well after midnight. My hands shook as I folded clothes into a small bag. I touched my stomach gently and whispered, “It’s just you and me now, little one. I won’t let anyone treat you like a contract. We’re leaving tonight.”

The hallway felt endless as I crept toward the back entrance. Every creak of the floor made my heart stop. I kept thinking about Dylan’s cold face when he said Eva was the only woman he ever loved. About the custody clause that could take my baby away. I couldn’t stay another day.

My phone buzzed quietly. It was Lily. “I’m at the gate like we planned. Hurry, sis.”

“I’m coming,” I whispered back. “Just a little further.”

I slipped out the side door into the cool night air. The garden path felt longer than usual. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. I kept one hand on my belly the whole way, protecting the tiny life inside me.

“Almost there,” I told myself. “Just a few more steps.”

I reached the back gate and pushed it open carefully. Lily’s car waited in the shadows. She jumped out and pulled me into a tight hug.

“Ivy, you look exhausted. Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

I nodded, tears spilling over. “I’m pregnant, Lily. And he doesn’t want us. He said I’m just doing what the contract paid me for. That Eva is the only woman he loves.”

Lily’s eyes widened with shock and anger. “That bastard. Get in the car. We’re getting you far away from here.”

As we drove away from the mansion, I looked back one last time. The grand house that had been my prison for years grew smaller in the rearview mirror.

“I gave him everything,” I said, voice breaking. “Four years of my life. My heart. My body. And he threw it all away like it meant nothing.”

Lily reached over and squeezed my hand. “You don’t need him. We’ll figure this out together. I have a friend in a small coastal town. Quiet place. No one will find you there.”

I leaned my head against the window, exhausted. “What if he comes after me? The contract gives him custody rights. He could take the baby.”

“He’ll have to go through me first,” Lily said fiercely. “You’re not doing this alone.”

The drive felt endless. We talked for hours about plans. New names if needed. How I would find work. How I would raise this child with love instead of money and power.

“Do you think he’ll even care that I’m gone?” I asked quietly.

Lily glanced at me. “A man like Dylan Hart? His ego won’t let you disappear easily. But you’re stronger than he knows.”

By the time we reached the small coastal town, the sun was rising. Lily helped me settle into a modest apartment she had arranged.

“It’s not fancy,” she said, looking around the simple space. “But it’s safe. And it’s yours.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, hand on my stomach again. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’d survive,” she replied with a small smile. “Because that’s who you are. A fighter.”

The first few weeks in hiding were hard. I found a part-time job at a local bookstore. Mornings were rough with nausea, but I pushed through. Every night I talked to my baby, telling stories and promising a better life.

Meanwhile, I had no idea what was happening back at the mansion.

Dylan stormed into the empty bedroom the morning after I left, holding the divorce papers I had left on his desk.

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

A maid appeared nervously. “She left last night, sir. We thought you knew.”

He read the papers again, his face darkening with rage and something deeper. Panic. “She signed them. She actually left.”

Eva walked in, looking concerned but with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. “Dylan, what happened?”

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

Eva’s eyes widened. “Pregnant? Oh, Dylan. I’m so sorry. But maybe this is for the best. I can help you with the child when the time comes. We always talked about a family.”

Dylan barely heard her. He was already on the phone. “I want every investigator on this. Find her. Now.”

Days turned into weeks. Dylan became obsessed, tearing through security footage and financial records. But Ivy had been careful. She used cash and stayed off the grid.

One night he sat alone in her old room, holding a photo of them from the early days of the contract. His hand shook slightly.

“What have I done?” he muttered to the empty room. “I pushed her away. I told her Eva was the only one I loved. But why does it hurt so much now that she’s gone?”

Back in the coastal town, I felt the baby kick for the first time. I smiled through tears. “You’re strong, just like your mama.”

But the peace didn’t last. One afternoon as I left the bookstore, I noticed a black car parked across the street. My heart raced. Was it him? Had he found me already?

I hurried home and locked the door, breathing hard. “Not yet,” I whispered. “We’re not ready yet.”

That same night, Dylan stood in his study looking at a new report from his investigators. A small lead. A woman matching Ivy’s description in a coastal town.

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

The obsession had begun. And neither of us knew how far it would go.