Elena’s POV
The room seemed to shrink, the air heavy and electric. London’s eyes darkened as he straightened from his desk, his expression a raging storm. His voice cut through the silence like a blade.
“Divorced?”
I nodded, my voice brittle. “Yes. And also pregnant with his child.”
“Does he know?”
I shook my head. “He doesn’t, and I don’t plan on telling him.”
His jaw tightened, the muscles working beneath his skin as he exhaled slowly. “What happened?” His voice was calm, but his posture—his tension—spoke of a storm waiting to erupt.
I hesitated, my chest tightening as I searched for the words. “He wanted an heir,” I said, each syllable weighted with bitterness. “When I couldn’t give him one fast enough, he... he found someone who could. He said I was barren, London. He humiliated
