The CEO'S Million Dollar Baby

"Sign it." The words echoed in her head as her pen hovered over the paper like a loaded g*n. Evelyn stared at the bold letters on the divorce document, her signature was the final bullet. Five years. Gone. “We'll soon begin the finalisation, Mrs. Salvador,” the lawyer said softly from across the mahogany table. She didn’t look at him. Her eyes were locked on the man by the windows. Daniel Salvador. CEO of Salvador Holdings. Her husband, now her ex-husband, thirty seconds seconds ago. He stood with his back to her, his broad shoulders rigid in a tailored black suit, one hand casually swirling a glass of whiskey. Not a single glance from him or flicker of emotion. Only the cold Manhattan skyline reflecting in the glass. Evelyn had swallowed hard and signed. The scratch of the pen echoed like breaking glass. Daniel didn’t move, he had signed hours ago. The lawyer cleared his throat. “The transfer of One million has been completed. The apartment—” “I don’t want it,” Evelyn cut in, her voice low but steady. Daniel finally turned. His intense blue eyes meting hers, unreadable but lethal, “Take the money.” It wasn’t a suggestion. “I said I don’t want it,” she repeated, rising to her feet. Her legs felt like they might give out, but she stood her ground. “What did I do, Daniel? What made it so easy for you to throw me away?” Silence stretched between them. His jaw tightened. “The contract ended. That was the deal. We stay married for five years, you get your check, no complications.” 'No complications.' She repeated the words even as they sliced deeper than any blade. Five years of shared dinners, late-night conversations, his hands on her skin in the dark, the way he’d unconsciously pulled her close like she belonged there. All of it… just business? She forced a bitter smile. “I guess I misunderstood the terms.” Daniel’s expression didn’t change. “Take care of yourself, Evelyn.” That was it. Not a single explanation or even a apology, just a polite dismissal. Evelyn picked up her bag, heart hammering so hard she could barely breathe. “I spent five years taking care of you. Now I’m finally choosing myself.” She walked out without looking back. The door clicked shut behind her like a gunshot. The elevator ride down was a blur. By the time the doors opened into the glittering lobby of Salvador Tower, tears were already burning her eyes. She pushed through the revolving doors into the biting autumn wind. The city noise hit her as she rushed out. Cars honking, pedestrians rushing, and the relentless pulse of Manhattan. Her vision swam. A sharp, vicious wave of nausea slammed into her. The world tilted. “Miss—?” She stumbled forward, her hand clutching her stomach. The sidewalk rushed up to meet her. Evelyn collapsed to her knees, vomiting violently onto the concrete as passersby gasped and stared. Her hand pressed weakly against her abdomen. No… But deep down, in the shattered pieces of her heart, she already knew. The contract was over. And she was carrying Daniel Salvador’s child. ​