He set the roses down on the bedside table, smiling as if everything was fine. "I brought your favorite—red roses. Don’t they look beautiful?"
I looked away, disgusted by his casual arrogance. But he didn’t seem to care about my cold response. Instead, He pulled a chair over and sat next to me, still smiling. "Come on, you’re still mad?"
"Siena is pregnant. Anything could’ve happened to her and the baby. Don’t be so petty."
"When you’re feeling better, I’ll take you shopping, okay? Buy whatever you want."
His tone was so indifferent, so dismissive. He truly believed that a few gifts and empty promises could fix everything—that I was just upset and would get over it soon.
How could he be so blind?
I didn’t even want to argue anymore. Just being near him made me sick.
"Colin," I said, my voice was steady but cold. "There’s nothing left to say. Let’s get a divorce."
Colin’s face darkened. “Eloise, are you seriously trying to use divorce as some twisted tactic to get attention?”
He scoffed, his words dripping with disdain. “First, you fake being pregnant just to steal the doctor from Siena, and now you’re throwing around threats of divorce. Can you stop being so childish?”
I furrowed my brows, feeling the exhaustion settle deep into my bones. I couldn’t entirely blame him for not believing me. After all, I used to love him with such blind devotion. No matter how many times he hurt me, I would swallow the pain and keep smiling.
But now? I was just tired.
“Colin, this isn’t a game or a threat,” I said, my voice calm but weary. “I’m exhausted—mentally, emotionally. Would a divorce really be so terrible? You’re in love with Siena, she’s divorced now, and I’m offering to step aside. You two can finally be together.”
For some reason, my words seemed to strike a nerve. Colin’s eyes flared with anger, and he cut me off sharply.
“Enough, Eloise! Stop with the theatrics. These manipulative tricks are only making me more annoyed.” He sneered, his tone condescending. “I won’t hold this against you, but you need to seriously reflect on your behavior.”
He turned to leave as if that was the final word on the matter.
“Wait.”
Colin halted, glancing back at me. His anger seemed to waver slightly, as if he expected me to back down, like always.
I pointed to the bouquet of red roses on the bedside table, my voice steady as I spoke.