Neglected Wife's Bitter Sweet Revenge
Chapter 4: The Pregnancy That Changed Everything
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Elinor Frost POV:
The lawyer's office smelled of polished wood, fresh paper, and quiet power. It was the kind of place where broken lives were turned into legal documents and painful decisions were wrapped in neat folders. I sat across from my brother's lawyer, Julian Cross, with my hands folded tightly in my lap.
Guy sat beside me, his jaw clenched, one arm resting protectively along the back of my chair. He had barely spoken since arriving at the Harmon estate that morning. The moment he saw the bruises on my arm, his face had changed. The protective older brother vanished, replaced by something colder, sharper, and far more dangerous.
"You should have called me sooner," Guy said quietly.
I looked down at my fingers. The pale mark where my wedding ring used to be still circled my skin like a ghost.
"I know," I whispered.
Julian adjusted his glasses and placed a folder on the table. "Mrs. Harmon, I have reviewed the documents your brother sent over. Based on the circumstances, we can begin divorce proceedings immediately. Emotional cruelty, public humiliation, intimidation, and potential financial coercion related to your father's songbook can all be included."
My father's songbook.
The words struck something deep inside me.
For years, that songbook had been the chain around my neck. My father, Elias Frost, had written music that could make strangers weep. His unreleased compositions were his final gift to the world, and after his death, Harmon Records had promised to publish them with honor. Braden had promised me personally.
That promise was the reason I stayed.
Not love.
Not hope.
A promise.
A lie dressed as loyalty.
"Can I get it back?" I asked.
Julian's expression softened. "It will not be easy. The rights are tangled with Harmon Records, but if we can prove manipulation or breach of agreement, we may have a strong case. Especially if your marriage was used as leverage."
Guy leaned forward. "It was."
I closed my eyes for a moment. Shame rose in me, bitter and suffocating. I hated that my brother had to hear all this. I hated that anyone had to know how long I had allowed myself to be humiliated.
Julian slid the divorce petition toward me. "This is the first step. Once you sign, we file. Braden Harmon will be officially notified."
The pen felt heavier than it should have.
I stared at the blank signature line.
Elinor Frost Harmon.
That name had once made me feel chosen. Now, it felt like a stain.
My fingers tightened around the pen. Memories flashed through my mind. Braden's cold smile. Destany's hand on his chest. The crash downstairs. His fingers digging into my arm. The years of waiting, cooking, forgiving, shrinking.
Then I remembered my father.
I remembered him sitting at the old piano, sunlight falling across his silver hair as he played a melody no one else had ever heard. I remembered him telling me, "Ellie, never let anyone silence your song."
My hand stopped trembling.
I signed.
The line of ink was clean and final.
For a second, no one spoke.
Then Guy exhaled slowly, as if he had been holding his breath for years.
"Good," he said.
Julian gathered the papers. "I will file this today."
I nodded, but before I could answer, my phone buzzed on the table.
Unknown number.
My entire body went still.
Guy's eyes narrowed. "Don't answer if it's him."
But something inside me knew it wasn't Braden.
I picked up.
"Mrs. Harmon?" a woman's voice said. "This is Dr. Marlow from St. Catherine's Hospital. I apologize for calling directly, but we received the results from your blood work after your collapse."
My throat tightened.
"Is something wrong?"
There was a brief pause.
"Not wrong, exactly," she said gently. "Mrs. Harmon, your pregnancy test came back positive. Based on your levels, you are likely several weeks pregnant."
The room disappeared.
The polished table. The legal folder. Guy's worried face. Julian's careful silence.
Everything blurred.
"Pregnant?" I whispered.
Guy froze beside me.
"Yes," Dr. Marlow said. "Given the stress you've experienced and your recent collapse, I strongly recommend you come in for a full examination as soon as possible. You need rest, proper monitoring, and absolutely no emotional or physical strain."
No emotional strain.
A hollow laugh almost escaped me.
I was filing for divorce from a man who had destroyed me, fighting for my father's legacy, and carrying his child.
My hand moved slowly to my stomach.
There was nothing to feel. No movement. No proof. Just the fragile knowledge that something small and impossible had begun inside me.
Braden's child.
My child.
The thought shattered me in a way I wasn't prepared for.
I had spent the morning convincing myself that every tie between us could be cut. The ring was gone. The photos were deleted. The papers were signed. I had believed freedom was finally within reach.
But now there was this.
A heartbeat I hadn't heard yet.
A life I hadn't known existed.
A bond Braden would use if he ever found out.
"Mrs. Harmon?" Dr. Marlow asked softly. "Are you still there?"
"Yes," I said, though my voice barely sounded like mine. "I'm here."
"Can you come in today?"
I looked at the divorce papers on the table.
Then at Guy.
His expression had changed from shock to fear. Not fear of the baby. Fear of what Braden would do with the truth.
"Yes," I said. "I'll come."
After the call ended, silence filled the office.
Guy was the first to speak.
"Elinor." His voice was careful. "You don't have to tell him yet."
I looked down at my stomach, my palm resting flat against the fabric of my coat.
"He has a right to know," I whispered, though even as I said it, I wasn't sure I believed it.
"No," Guy said firmly. "He lost the right to anything the moment he put his hands on you. The moment he threatened you. The moment he chose that woman in front of everyone."
Julian cleared his throat gently. "Legally, this will complicate the divorce. If Mr. Harmon learns about the pregnancy, he may contest the proceedings, especially if there are family assets involved. He may also use it to delay settlement."
Of course he would.
Braden did not love me.
But he loved control.
And a child would be the perfect leash.
The word made my stomach twist.
Leash.
That was what I had been to him. A useful wife. A quiet placeholder. A key to my father's work. A woman he could humiliate and still expect to serve him lunch.
Now this baby could become another weapon.
I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor.
"I need air."
Guy reached for me, but I stepped away before he could touch my arm.
"I'm fine," I said automatically.
The lie tasted familiar.
Outside the office building, the city moved as if nothing had changed. Cars rushed through wet streets. People crossed sidewalks with coffee cups and phones in hand. Somewhere, someone laughed. Somewhere, music played from an open shop door.
The world had not stopped.
But mine had.
I leaned against the cold stone wall and pressed both hands to my stomach.
"What am I supposed to do?" I whispered.
The wind lifted my hair from my shoulders. For a moment, I imagined a different life. A small nursery filled with soft morning light. My father's lullabies playing from an old record player. A child with my eyes and maybe, painfully, Braden's smile.
Tears burned my eyes.
I wanted this baby.
The truth came quietly, but it came.
I wanted this life inside me.
Not because of Braden.
Never because of Braden.
Because it was mine too.
My phone buzzed again.
This time, I knew who it was before I looked.
Braden Harmon.
His name glowed on the screen like a threat.
I didn't answer.
A message appeared seconds later.
"Where are you? We need to talk. Grandfather is furious. Don't make this worse."
I stared at the words until they blurred.
Then another message arrived.
"Come home, Elinor. Now."
I slipped the phone into my coat pocket.
For the first time, his command did not move me.
Guy stepped outside a moment later, his coat open, concern etched across his face.
"Ellie," he said softly.
I looked at him.
"File the papers," I said.
His eyebrows lifted. "Even now?"
My hand remained on my stomach.
"Especially now."
Guy studied me for a long moment, then nodded.
The fear was still there. The uncertainty. The grief. The shock.
But beneath it all, something stronger had begun to grow.
Not just the child inside me.
Me.
The version of myself that Braden had tried to bury.
The woman who had signed her name and chosen freedom.
The woman who would no longer wait for permission to live.
As I looked toward the gray city sky, one truth settled inside me with quiet force.
Braden Harmon would not own my father's songbook.
He would not own my future.
And he would never, ever own my child.
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