Chapter 2 PRESIDENT BLACKWELL ORDERED THIS

TRISTAN'S POV The evidence was as clear as day, she had played with another man while still married to me. Who does she think she is? How dare she cuckold me? And make me take responsibility for her bastard child. It was better to get rid of it before it becomes too late, so that Emilia knows where she stands and knows not to try me again. "Let's get a divorce." I froze immediately, not believing she said that. Looking straight at her face, searching for a twitch, a flicker of panic, anything to show she was bluffing so I could rethink the procedure. But her expression remained locked. How dare she make a deal like that with me? She keeps underestimating me, but if that's what she wants, then no problem. I want to see how long she survives without the title Mrs. Blackwell she had fought so hard to secure. She's going to crawl back and beg me to take her back, and I will show her why no one dares go against me. "I see no reason why I shouldn't grant you your wish," I said, testing her. There was only a sad smile on her face and a hint of relief. Does she really want to divorce me that bad? Something in me stirred up, and I felt unsettled for no reason. "You know I don't take back my words, so think carefully if this is what you want," I asked, giving her a chance to take back her silly condition "Yes, Tristan, I have thought about it several times, waiting for a particular answer, and I got it. This is what I want." Hearing her say that made me chuckle softly. Did she think I was going to tell the doctors to stop the abortion so we don't get divorced? Better luck next time, Emilia "What are you waiting for?" I turned to the doctors who were on standby, watching the whole drama unfold speechless. "Take out the bastard this instant. And you," I turned back to Emilia. "I will have my assistant bring the papers to you, and you can't change your mind" I left the room, lost in thought, wondering what she meant when she said she had been thinking about the divorce several times, waiting for a particular answer. There was no way. I'm sure she was only saying that to guilt trip me. Emilia had used all the manipulative tricks in the book to marry me, there was no way she would have thought of giving it all up. The Ashfords couldn't do well without the Blackwells. If Emilia thinks she can divorce me just like that without thinking about the consequences she would face from her family, then she was just so reckless after all. My phone in my pocket chimed after, and I brought it out, my eyes unknowingly softened seeing the caller ID EMILIA'S POV I slowly opened my eyes to my new reality. Assistant Luke came in with the divorce letter, and I hurriedly signed it before he even finished explaining the terms, not wanting to have anything to do with the Blackwells anymore. It's been the worst three years of my life, and I'm glad it was all over. Instinctively, I touched my stomach that once held a life. I can't believe it was gone in less than a day; I found out of its existence. A sudden hollow ache washed over me, but I forced my jaw tight. At least there was no remaining thread binding me to Tristan. "The settlement stipulates you leave with no alimony, property, or corporate backing," Luke explained politely. "All joint projects with the Ashfords are officially terminated. You will hear from our legal team in a week." Knowing my divorce will also affect the Ashfords, I couldn't care less. I had sacrificed so much already it was time they tried to fit in my shoes "Goodbye, Miss Ashford; it was nice serving you while I could." Assistant Luke bowed before leaving, and I felt utterly alone. The doctor came later on and told me I could leave the next day, but I couldn't wait that long and prepared for my discharge. Being a divorced woman brought a sense of relief to me, but why do I feel a suffocating emptiness in my chest I left the hospital and flagged down a taxi to take me to the Blackwell estate to collect my remaining personal belongings It was a long, silent ride. Halfway through, I snapped out of my thoughts and looked out the window, and then I noticed the dense trees and the narrow road. This wasn't the usual route to the estate. I brought it to the attention of the driver, but when I met his eyes in the rearview mirror, his expression was blank. Something was off about his behavior. I grew tense, knowing something was definitely wrong "Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to act calm and less frightened, but my voice gave way. "This isn't the right way." He didn't answer, but I heard the central lock click with a sharp snap Fear spiked through my veins. "Who sent you? Who are you working for?" "You should blame yourself for offending the wrong person," I heard the deep voice, and that intensified my fear. "What do you mean? Who sent you?" My voice broke, realizing this was more serious than I had earlier imagined. "You're going to die anyway, I might as well tell you" I froze instantly. No way he just said I was going to die, did I hear wrong? How and why was I so unlucky? "Tell me," I said, acting less intimidated "President Blackwell ordered this. Might as well know who to hunt when you die," the driver said, and immediately the car came to a halt in the middle of a deserted two-lane road. The driver came out of the car. I tried to reach out for the door handle on my side but realized the child locks were engaged. I was trapped My heart trembled as I sank into the realization that my ex-husband had ordered me to get killed, as if killing my child was not enough. Did he hate me that much? Tears fell freely from my eyes. How could he do this to me? A blinding light and the loud horns from a truck could be heard clearly. I looked to the right and saw a large truck speeding towards the stationary car. I looked around for the driver and saw he had disappeared, and realization hit me hard. This was it? The truck soon hit the car, sending it violently rolling meters away. I shrank against the seat, closing my eyes as the metal crushed inward. Everything happened like a blur, but before I knew it, I had fallen into the embrace of darkness