Chapter 3
Fiona stared at the pregnancy test. A single line. A harsh, hollow laugh escaped her.[]
Well, Seth can relax now. No baby of ours.]
And thank god. Because now? She didn’t want it either.[]
Relief washed over Seth’s face. His tone softened. “Fiona, I just didn’t want you to suffer. Connor and Chloe are enough.“[]
Such hypocrisy.
Fiona only replied, voice flat, “Thanks for your concern.“[]
Seth frowned. “Why so distant?“]]
Distant?
In this house, she was the outsider. How could she not be distant?[]
Fiona paused, then turned. She pulled out the dissolution papers. “Fine. Not distant. I want to buy a retail property.“[|]
It was the first time she’d ever asked for anything outright. Something felt off. Seth reached for the papers, intending to scan them.]]
“Is it too much?“||
Hearing that, Seth signed without another glance.[]
Whatever his wife wanted, she got. No questions.[]
Fiona took the signed papers, a heavy weight lifting from her chest.[]
Outside the door, Connor and Chloe’s whispers drifted in.]
“Mommy’s not really having a baby, right? She’s so dumb. What if she has another dummy like her?“]
“Yeah! She just got lucky having us. Wish she wasn’t our mom. So annoying!“]
Fiona’s knuckles whitened around the file. They’d get their wish soon. []
In one month, when the divorce finalized, she wouldn’t be their mom anymore.[]
The next morning, Fiona didn’t rise at her usual 6 AM. She left the kids and Seth to the staff.[]
Chaos erupted.]
Connor, picky since infancy, refused every dish the frantic staff prepared. He ate nothing.[]
Chloe hated the nanny’s braids. Too rushed to fix them, she stomped off to preschool, furious.[]
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“Mrs. Sterling-”
Another flustered maid approached.]
“Mr. Sterling’s new Armani pinstripe suit? How to accessorize? He’s rejected everything I’ve tried.“[]
Fiona pressed her lips together. The answer came automatically.[]
“Pair it with the tie from Closet Three, left cabinet, second shelf.]
“And the dark silver cufflinks from Closet Five, right drawer, third tier.” []
Minutes later, Seth entered the bedroom. Impeccable in the perfectly coordinated suit, he looked every inch the powerful CEO. []
He leaned against the doorframe, displeasure in his eyes. “Why the strike?“[]
Fiona didn’t look at him. “Not feeling well.“]]
Seth remembered. Yesterday’s injuries. Caused by him. By their children.[]
A flicker of guilt, something unreadable, crossed his face. “Rest then,” he conceded.]
Fiona’s “strike” plunged the household into disarray. I
Even following her recipes, Connor claimed the food tasted wrong. He visibly thinned in days. []
The nannies tried her braiding techniques. Chloe either screamed it hurt or the braids unraveled minutes after leaving, reducing her to tears.
Countless little details Seth never noticed – or cared about – now surfaced, grating on his nerves. []
He rarely snapped at staff, but now his patience frayed. “Can’t you handle the simplest things?”
The staff walked on eggshells. Fiona found it bitterly ironic.]
Simple things?
Maybe to Seth, she was just a dependent housewife doing trivial, replaceable tasks.]
But he’d never seen the hours spent coaxing just one more bite into Connor. []
Whi
The thousands of braiding tutorials saved, practiced relentlessly until she could do them perfectly, painlessly. []
For Seth’s impossible standards? She’d studied design, art history – all to be the perfect hostess, the impeccable arm candy.[]
These “small things“? They were strands woven from pure devotion.[]
They’d consumed it all, utterly blind to the effort. []
Blind to the fact she was more than just a wife, a mother. She was Fiona.[]
But soon. This life was ending. Soon, she could just be herself.[]
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After days of chaos, Seth finally sensed something deeper was wrong.]
“We need to talk.“[]
He stood by the bed, fingertips tapping the nightstand. “Have you… heard something?“]
Oh, yes. The elite circle was small. Gossip traveled fast. []
While the house imploded, outside was a spectacle.]
Seth escorted Eleanor everywhere. Auction houses? The crown jewels once reserved for “Mrs. Sterling” now adorned Eleanor, []
A casual comment about missing France? Seth gifted her his sprawling French château. []
She wanted a career? He bought the city’s top–tier prep school, installed her as principal.[]
He did all this, yet told Fiona: “Don’t overthink it. Eleanor’s just a friend.“[]
The absurdity choked her. She stayed silent.[]
Seth’s brow furrowed. “Even if you’re jealous, mad at me, the kids are innocent. Your attitude is affecting their quality of life. Do you even want to be their mother anymore?“[]
Fiona dug her nails into her palm. Rage, long suppressed, finally blazed in her eyes. []
She met his gaze head–on.
“You know what? Fine. I quit. I’m not their mother.“[]
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