The Weight of His Favor

The doctor's eyes were full of sympathy. He didn't press for details and handed me the hospital admission form. "If your family isn't here, you'll have to handle the payment on your own."

I took it and responded quietly, "Please help me with the discharge procedures."

He was caught off guard. "You just had a miscarriage. I suggest you stay for a couple more days."

"It's fine. I want to leave."

I insisted on being discharged and dragged my weak body home.

The villa was pitch dark, and all of our housekeepers had already gone home for the day. Our bedroom looked exactly the same as the day I left, indicating that Lawrence hadn't been home the past few days.

In the past, I would have called him right away, asked where he was, and even made him something gentle on the stomach. Now, I no longer cared about his whereabouts.

Quietly, I started packing my belongings. After placing everything that belonged to me into a suitcase, I called my friend, who was a lawyer.

"Niall, I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me and hand it to Lawrence."

Niall Hampton was also a friend of Lawrence. He sounded surprised when he heard my request. "You're divorcing Lawrence, Sylvie?"

There was a trace of excitement in his voice. "Well, it makes sense. Eloise is back. Lawrence would've divorced you sooner or later. Since you're bringing it up first, he might feel guilty and let you walk away with more."

Bitterness welled up inside me. I thought, after all these years, Niall and I were friends. Clearly, he'd already decided Eloise was the one who should be Lawrence's wife.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you get the most out of this divorce. We've known each other for years. I won't let you walk away empty-handed."

I didn't respond. I didn't care about the money. All I wanted was to be free from Lawrence as soon as possible and move on.

After arranging everything, I dragged my suitcase to the airport and left without a backward glance.

…

Lawrence had been a little restless for the past two days. It had been a long time since I last called him—something that had never happened before.

In the past, whenever he was away for more than two hours, I would call or text him. If he had a late night out drinking, I'd have a hangover remedy, a warm towel, and clean clothes ready for him. My whole world revolved around him to the point that I'd neglected my own social life and friends.

He'd gotten used to me fussing over him, so he kept glancing in the direction of his phone until Eloise took it away from him.

"Sylvie is acting up because she knows you can't leave her. Why else hasn't she reached out first? She knows you're waiting for her call."

Looking at his dark expression, Eloise deliberately let out a long sigh. "It's all my fault. I'm the reason you two argued. I'll apologize to Sylvie. Maybe once she cools off, she'll stop ignoring you."

With that, Eloise wiped away her tears pitifully and turned to leave.

Lawrence grasped her arm and said stiffly, "Sylvie is the one in the wrong this time. She made a mistake, so she should be the one to apologize. Don't worry. I won't go back until she apologizes to you. Let's see how long she can keep this up."

Eloise's eyes lit up with delight for a brief moment, though she hastily replaced it with a concerned look. "Sylvie is pregnant. Aren't you worried something might happen to her?"

He shrugged. "What could possibly happen to her? She's three months along. She won't miscarry that easily. Does she think I'm stupid?

"I can't believe she's using our baby to threaten me and avoid taking responsibility. I'll make sure she learns her lesson!"

As soon as Lawrence's words fell, his phone rang. He took a look at it and answered casually, "Niall, are you calling to ask me out for a drink? I'm free tonight. Just say when."

Niall said, "Nope. I'm calling on Sylvie's behalf. I'm bringing you the divorce agreement. Aren't you glad? Sylvie has agreed to divorce you. You're free to be with Eloise now!"