Chapter 8 - The Confession on the Cobblestones
He sank into the wooden chair as if his legs could no longer support his weight. His eyes immediately dropped to my belly, and I saw a sharp, ragged breath catch in his throat. A single tear escaped his eye, tracking down his cheek before he could wipe it away.
"You're having a baby," he choked out, his voice cracking into a whisper.
"I am," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest to shield my bump. "And before you say anything, Adrien: I didn't hide this from you out of spite. I hid it because on the night I needed a husband, you were playing hero to your past. I refused to let my child become a guilt-trip to force a man to stay."
"I know," he said, burying his face in his hands. His broad shoulders shook with silent, desperate sobs right there in the middle of the crowded bakery. "I know. Patricia told me what you said. Martha showed me the receipt from the kitchen. I have replayed that night ten thousand times in my head, Evelyn. Every second of it was my fault. Every single second."
"And Clare?"
He looked up, his eyes bloodshot and pleading. "I threw her out of my life four months ago. I took back every promise, every meeting, every contract. I haven't spoken to her since December. She didn't mean anything, Evelyn. It was an old ego trip, an unresolved debt from my youth that I was too stupid and arrogant to recognize as poison."
"It cost you our marriage, Adrien."
"I know," he whispered. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a worn, battered leather folder. He laid it gently on the wooden table between my croissant and my sketches. "I signed the divorce papers, Evelyn."
I looked down at the folder in shock. "What?"
"You wanted out. You wanted freedom from the Vance name, freedom from my world. It’s all in there. Signed and notarized. I gave you full ownership of the Hudson Street property, fifty percent of my private real estate holdings, and an unrestricted ten-million-dollar trust for you and the child."
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He took a trembling breath, looking at me with absolute, unconditional surrender.
"I didn't come here to force you back to New York, Evelyn. I didn't come to demand joint custody or drag you into family court. I came here to tell you that I'm sorry. That I love you. That I have always loved you, even when my own foolish pride blinded me to what truly mattered. And if the only thing I can give you is your freedom... then take it."
