Sign The Divorce Or Bring Back My Baby

For two years, I lived as Mrs. Thorne, a title that felt more like a cage than a crown. I loved my husband, Caspian, with a desperate hope, clinging to the belief that our arranged marriage could become real. I thought the baby I was carrying would finally melt his frozen heart. I was wrong. A leaked photo of him with another woman shattered my world. A cruel recording of his voice confirmed it: “Nothing about Elara is ever urgent. I am only with her for the child.” Then came the accident that took the one thing he actually cared about, our unborn son. Now, I stand before the man who destroyed me. The divorce papers are on the table between us. He thinks I am still the weak woman who begged for his love. He is wrong. My eyes are dry, my heart is cold, and I have only one demand for the father of my dead child. “Bring back my baby, or sign this divorce paper.”