Chapter 2 A Merciless Expulsion

That cold diagnosis hung in the hall like a death sentence, freezing my blood. Lucas’s mom’s words—“worthless” “our line won’t end with you”—pierced me like poisoned needles, leaving me hollow. All around, faces that had faked kindness now showed nothing but hate and satisfaction at my fall.

Lucas stared at me, his green eyes wild—shock, anger, like he thought I’d tricked him. He grabbed my wrist so hard I thought my bones would snap.

“You knew,” he said, his voice hoarse, like he was holding back a roar. “You knew and lied to me! Tricked me into marrying you!”

“No! I didn’t! Lucas, I…” I wanted to scream that the test was wrong, that my body was fine! But when I saw the suspicion and disgust in his eyes, my words stuck in my throat. They turned to silent despair. He wouldn’t believe me. In this family, the old doctor’s word was law.

“Enough!” He cut me off, flinging my hand away like I was dirty. “I don’t want to hear your lies!”

He turned to his mom—the woman who’d never liked me—and his tone went cold, firm “Mom, you’re right. For the family’s name, for our future, I have to do this.”

My heart dropped to my stomach. “Do this”? So ten years together—three married, seven dating—meant nothing next to his precious family?

“Good,” Lucas’s mom nodded, satisfied. Her gaze sliced through me. “Get the divorce papers ready. As for her,” she sneered, “give her enough cash to live quiet. Get her out—she’s making our home dirty.”

Just like that. Divorced. After ten years, in their cold ceremonial room, no discussion, no warning.

Two stone-faced guards “escorted” me back to what I’d thought was our bedroom—now just a cold, empty room. They didn’t let me grab much—only a few clothes, nothing else.

All the jewelry, all the designer stuff Lucas had given me as “proof” of his love? Left behind. “Family property,” they said.

Lucas didn’t even say goodbye. Only the butler came, holding a check and divorce papers with Lucas’s signature already on them.

“Mrs. Bloodclaw,” he said, distant, like he felt bad but didn’t dare show it, “Mr. Bloodclaw wants you to sign these and leave. A car’s waiting at the back door.”

I was thrown out with nothing—that''s what ten years of my life earned me.

I held that check—light in my hand, but it felt like lead. This was hush money. To make me disappear. I signed my name like a robot, like I was signing away a piece of myself.

No goodbyes. No hugs. Just cold rain starting to fall. The guards pushed me out the back door—the one no one uses, the one for trash. The door slammed shut behind me, loud enough to rattle my bones, cutting me off from the warmth and luxury inside. Cutting off any way back.

The rain soaked my clothes in seconds, chilling me to the core. I stood in the mud, staring at that bright mansion—where I didn’t belong anymore. Ten years of giving everything, and I ended up divorced, homeless, with nothing.

Rain mixed with tears, blurring my eyes. But my body wasn’t the coldest part. It was my heart—trampled, broken, empty.

Lucas Bloodclaw. You threw me away like an old shoe today. But one day, I swear, you’ll get on your knees and beg me to forgive you. This isn’t the end.