Chapter 5

“Forget it.”

“I’ll explain everything to Elena myself.”

Dominic’s voice carried no anger.

Only the same helpless indulgence he always showed Ivy.

Ivy smiled sweetly.

She promised him she would never do it again.

Then she grabbed his arm and acted spoiled.

“Uncle, stay with me a little longer.”

Like she had done countless times before.

Like nothing in this world could ever make Dominic truly angry with her.

I had already lost count of how many times I cried.

My tears dried.

Then fell again.

Again and again.

When the lights inside the room finally turned back on, Ivy appeared in front of me.

She was wearing only a thin silk camisole.

The marks left by Dominic were still visible on her skin.

She looked at me with a smile full of victory.

“Did you hear everything clearly?”

“In Dominic’s eyes, your parents’ lives are nothing more than another one of my mistakes.”

She walked closer.

“So tell me, Elena.”

“What exactly do you have left to fight me with?”

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t move.

Ivy looked at my empty expression and laughed.

She thought I had given up.

She thought I was broken.

After throwing a few more cruel words at me, she finally left.

The moment the door closed.

I slowly raised my head.

Then I took out my phone.

The recording was still there.

Every word.

Every confession.

Every piece of evidence.

I opened my lawyer’s contact.

And sent the file.

[This time, I’m taking Ivy Mercer to court.]

[I won’t stop until she receives the punishment she deserves.]

The reply came almost immediately.

[I told you to wait.]

[I told you to collect enough evidence before making your move.]

[Now, we have everything we need.]

[This time, we will win.]

I looked at the message.

Then typed another sentence.

[Send the divorce agreement to Dominic Westwood’s office.]

[I want it placed on his desk before he hears anything from me.]

After arranging my father’s funeral, I sat outside the private medical room beneath the Westwood family’s hospital.

The place where I would end everything.

The place where I would remove the last connection between Dominic and me.

I held the legal documents in my hand.

Waiting for the surgery.

At that moment, my phone rang.

It was Dominic.

“The hospital failed to protect your father.”

“I’ve already handled the people responsible.”

His voice was calm.

As if everything could still return to normal.

“Let’s arrange your parents’ funeral properly.”

“I’ll come pick you up when I finish dealing with this matter.”

I lowered my eyes.

My voice was surprisingly peaceful.

“Okay.”

Just as I was about to end the call, Dominic suddenly became quiet.

Then he asked.

“Where are you?”

There was hesitation in his voice.

For the first time.

A trace of uneasiness.

I smiled softly.

A smile filled with exhaustion.

“St. Westwood Medical Center.”

“Obstetrics and gynecology.”

“I’m waiting for the abortion.”

The other end of the phone went completely silent.

Then I heard a sharp breath.

A second later.

A heavy sound.

His phone had fallen to the floor.

I ended the call.

Turned off my phone.

And walked toward the operating room.

Dominic Westwood.

When I walk out of here.

Everything between us will be settled.

One by one.

Meanwhile, inside the Westwood family headquarters.

Dominic stared at the disconnected call.

He called again.

No answer.

Again.

Still nothing.

A strange panic slowly spread through his chest.

He stood up immediately.

Grabbed his coat.

And walked toward the door.

At that moment, his assistant entered.

“Boss, about the meeting with the Italian branch…”

“Move it to tomorrow.”

Dominic didn’t stop walking.

“I have something urgent.”

The assistant hesitated.

Then remembered the documents in his hand.

“Boss.”

“There is one more thing.”

“Miss Shaw asked me to deliver this personally.”

Dominic stopped.

He reached out and took the document.

The moment he saw the words printed at the top.

His expression froze.

Two cold black words stared back at him.

Divorce Agreement.