Chapter 2

Chloe POV:

The air in the living room crackled with a silent tension that felt heavier than the penthouse's concrete walls. Jace, startled by my sudden presence, pulled his hands away from Brenna's shoulders as if burned. Brenna, ever the actress, let out a tiny, wounded gasp, her eyes immediately welling up with tears.

"Chloe," Jace said, his voice laced with annoyance rather than surprise. "What do you want?"

His words were like a slap across my face. What I want? I wanted my husband back, my life back, but that Chloe was gone.

"I saw you," I stated, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. It was a raw, brutal truth.

Brenna whimpered, burying her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry, Chloe. I just... I needed comfort. It's been so hard."

Jace immediately turned his attention to her, his hand gently stroking her hair. "It's okay, Brenna. Chloe, she's fragile. You're upsetting her."

His concern wasn't for me, the wife he was betraying, but for the woman who was helping him do it.

A cold, clear realization dawned on me. Jace wasn't just manipulated; he was complicit. He wanted this.

"I want a divorce," I said, the words cutting through the manufactured drama like a surgical knife.

Jace stiffened, his head snapping towards me. He looked genuinely surprised, then a hint of a sneer touched his lips.

"A divorce?" he scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping him. "Don't be ridiculous, Chloe. We're a power couple. Our brand relies on it."

He walked towards me, a placating hand reaching out. "Look, I know this is hard for you. Maybe we can get you that villa in Tuscany you always wanted. A change of scenery?"

He thought he could buy me off. He thought my value was quantifiable in real estate and luxury goods. He had no idea the woman standing before him was no longer the one he married.

I had been that naive, desperate-for-his-love woman for too long. But that woman had died tonight.

Brenna's wails suddenly intensified. "I can't stay here! Not with all this negativity! I can't risk the baby's health!"

She pushed herself off the couch, dramatically clutching her stomach. "I have to leave, Jace. I just have to."

Jace's eyes widened in alarm. He rushed to her, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "No, Brenna! You can't leave. You're safe here. I promise."

He glared at me over Brenna' s head, his eyes burning with accusation. "Look what you've done, Chloe. You're driving her away."

"She's pregnant, Jace," I said, letting the words hang in the air, weighted with unspoken meaning. "Are you sure that child is even yours to protect?"

The question hung heavy, striking Jace speechless for a split second. But only for a second.

Brenna, shocked into silence, then resumed her crying, even louder this time. "He's all I have left of him! Don't you dare question my baby!"

Jace tightened his embrace around her. "Don't listen to her, Brenna. She's just lashing out." He looked at me, his voice a low growl. "You will not question this, Chloe. This child is my responsibility. A sacred trust."

"Sacred trust?" I echoed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "What about our trust, Jace? What about our marriage?"

He pulled Brenna closer, ignoring my words. "Brenna, you're not going anywhere. I'll protect you. And this baby. Always." His words were a vow, delivered with a fierce conviction that he had never once offered me in our darkest times.

I watched him, and in that moment, I saw myself not as the rejected wife, but as an outsider looking in at a stranger's life. He had replaced me so seamlessly, so completely, that I barely registered as an obstacle.

My heart, which had been a raw, bleeding wound just moments before, now felt like a block of ice. Hard, unfeeling, and utterly impenetrable.

The pain faded, replaced by a cold, searing rage. A quiet, calculated fury.

I wasn't just ending a marriage; I was declaring war. A war he wouldn't see coming.

And he had just given me all the ammunition I needed.