"Good. Then let''s draft the divorce agreement and get this over with as soon as possible."


    Elysia nodded. "First, I need to move out of Dorian''s ce. The more I think about every moment I spent there, the more disgusted I feel."


    That was supposed to be the new home she and Dorian built together, a ce just for the two of them. Yet Elysia now called it "Dorian''s ce”—a sign of just howpletely she had given up on him.


    Amara nodded. "Alright, let''s go pack up your things. Can you walk right now? Wait let me call the nurse first."


    She had Elysia sit on the bed and went to get a nurse.


    The nurse arrived quickly and gave Elysia a check-up. She confirmed that Elysia was fine, and the baby hadn''t been harmed; she was cleared to go home. Amara called for a car, and the two of them headed back to Elysia''s apartment.


    Elysia had always loved shopping, and she''d lived there long enough to umte a lot of things. She pulled out several suitcases,id them open on the floor, and started to organize her clothes from the closet.


    Amara stepped in. "You should rest. I''ll help you pack-just sit there and tell me what goes where."


    Ignoring Elysia''s protests, she gently pressed her back onto the bed and began sorting through the closet, chatting to her the whole time, hoping to lift her spirits.


    Gradually, Elysia''s mood improved a little—at least enough to force a smile. Suddenly, they heard the front door open. Amara''s head shot up from the suitcase, her expression darkening.


    She turned to see Finnian helping a very drunk Dorian into the apartment.


    Finnian looked perfectly sober, but Dorian was clearly drunk. *What is he doing?* Amara thought with a trace of contempt. *Trying to y the victim by getting wasted?*


    Finnian caught Amara''s gaze and held it for a moment before settling Dorian into a chair.


    Dorian lifted his head, bleary-eyed.


    "Is Elysia home?" he mumbled. Then he saw Elysia sitting on the bed, looking distant, and Amara packing up her things. It took him a moment to realize what was happening, but when he did a chill spread through im and the alcohol seemed to evaporate instantly.


    "What are you doing? Why are you packing your things?"


    He walked over quickly, his eyes panicked as he saw the open suitcases. "Where are you going?"


    Elysia stood up. “Dorian, let''s get a divorce. I''ll move out first. We can talk about the details in a couple of days. I''m not feeling well, so I need some time to rest."


    Her voice was calm-so calm it was almost lifeless, like someone who had lost all hope.


    A wave of dread hit Dorian, even stronger than what he''d felt at the hospital. He blurted out, “I don''t agree to a divorce, Elysia! Don''t even think about leaving me!"


    He took a few steps toward her,


    reaching out, but Amara


    immediately stepped between them, frowning. "Don''t touch her. She''s been sick all day, and you reek of alcohol. What do you think you''re doing?"


    Dorian stopped in his tracks, frustration shing across his face at how much he''d drunk.


    Suddenly, he turned and hurried to


    the bathroom, sshing his face


    with cold water and rinsing his


    ет


    mouth. He came back out and said,


    Elysia won agree to a divorce. Can we please just talk this O through?"