I'd tried to break up with Jonas over Katherine before, but every time he got angry, I would be the one to back down, apologizing and coaxing him until he forgave me.
So he thought I was just throwing another tantrum.
I replied, "I'm serious this time, Jonas. I want a divorce. See you tomorrow at 9:30 AM in front of the Manhattan law office. If you're not there, I'll file a lawsuit."
Jonas replied instantly. "Fine. You want a divorce so badly? I'll grant your wish."
I didn't reply.
The next morning, Caroline and I arrived at the firm. Not long after, Jonas appeared with Katherine, who was cradling a fluffy Persian cat in her arms.
Jonas and Katherine had dated in college but broke up when she insisted on moving to Paris for her art. But even after all these years, he was clearly still hung up on her.
I glanced at the diamond-studded collar on the cat. It probably cost enough to cover a year of my grandmother's medical bills.
The image of Grandma in her final moments flashed through my mind, and a sharp pain lanced through my chest.
Jonas strode up to me, his eyes sweeping over me with disdain as he prepared to go inside.
I spoke, my voice cool. "Hold on. Caroline is also getting a divorce, and Charles isn't here yet."
Jonas frowned. "Is ruining your own marriage not enough? Do you have to drag Caroline into this mess too? Won't you be happy until you've thrown our whole family into chaos?"
Hearing this, Caroline shot back, "Wipe that condescending look off your face, Jonas. I'm the one who wants a divorce; it has nothing to do with Ella! And don't you dare pretend you don't know what kind of man your brother is. You're both rotten to the core!"
With a perfectly-timed sigh, Katherine spoke in a delicate, wounded voice. "Caroline, we're just concerned. There's no need for such language."
She turned to me. "Jonas just doesn't want you to be a bad influence on Caroline and have her divorce Charles on a whim. After all, a family like the Ashfords isn't one that just anyone can marry into."
I stared at her. "Is Jonas mute? Since when is it your place to speak for him?"
Katherine's face crumpled as she looked at Jonas, her expression pleading.
"I'm sorry, Jonas. I misspoke and upset Ella. I was only trying to help…"
"Ella, that's enough," Jonas warned, his voice low.
I rolled my eyes.
He moved to shield Katherine behind him as if she were a priceless treasure. "What has she ever done to you? First, you try to undermine a talented artist, and now you're going out of your way to attack her."
Katherine added softly, "Ella, please don't misunderstand. Jonas was just helping me through an emotional crisis that day. There's nothing going on between us."
"But no matter what, you don't joke about something so morbid just to get a man's attention. Your grandmother is at a fragile age; it's a terrible thing to even suggest."
"Who are you to talk about what she can or can't take?" I snapped, my gaze turning sharp as a blade.
Jonas's eyes filled with contempt. "Your grandmother doted on you, Ella. I can't believe how cold-blooded you are."
I pulled Grandma's death certificate from my bag and thrust it at him.
"Open your eyes, Jonas Ashford. See for yourself. My grandmother is dead. She's dead!"
I shrieked, my voice echoing on the quiet street. "The day you were coddling Katherine, my grandma had a heart attack! I begged you to come back, to save her, and you refused! You decided Katherine's creative block was more important than a human life! And you have the nerve to lecture me?"
Jonas glanced at the certificate, then sneered, crumpling the paper into a ball and tossing it to the ground. "I was your grandmother's doctor; I know her condition better than you do. I never thought you'd sink so low as to forge a death certificate. I'm so disappointed in you."
He stared at me, his eyes swimming with disappointment and disgust. "Ella, I know exactly what you're doing. You don't want a divorce; you're just showing me a forged document to make me feel guilty. Well, let me tell you something—I'm done coddling you. You wanted a divorce so badly? Fine. You've got it."
I closed my eyes, a sudden, bone-deep exhaustion washing over me. I no longer had the energy to explain.
I no longer cared what he thought.
"You are a fool, Jonas," I said, my voice eerily calm. "And you will pay the price for today's arrogance."
Hearing me call him a fool, Jonas's face darkened. The old me, who had loved him so desperately, would never have dared.
Just as he was about to retort, Charles arrived.
Caroline and I exchanged a look, said nothing more, and walked into the building.
Since it was an uncontested divorce and we both waived any significant claims to marital assets, the proceedings were swift.
From beginning to end, Jonas's gaze was fixed on me. I knew he was waiting for me to break, to beg him to stop, but I didn't. I didn't even grant him a single glance.
Stepping out of the office building, the sunlight was blinding.
When Katherine saw Jonas emerge, she rushed toward him. At that moment, her cat suddenly leaped from her bag and darted toward me. I instinctively batted it away.
"Kitty!" Katherine shrieked, lunging as if to protect her cat, but the moment she made contact with me, she crumpled dramatically to the ground.
Jonas immediately rushed to help her up, his voice fraught with worry.
"Katherine, are you all right?"
Katherine sobbed, "I think I twisted my ankle… Ella, how could you take your anger out on a defenseless animal? It's just a cat…"
Jonas's head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. "Ella, apologize to Katherine. Now."
The absurdity of it all was breathtaking.
"Her cat lunged at me. Are you blind?" I said coldly and turned to walk away.
Jonas chased after me and grabbed my arm. I tried to wrench it free, but in the struggle, he lost his footing and shoved me, sending me stumbling backward down the marble steps.
"Ah!"
I cried out, my arms instinctively wrapping around my stomach.
But it was too late.
As I tumbled to the bottom step, I felt a warm gush of liquid trickle down my thigh.
"My stomach… it hurts…"
I tried to curl into a ball, but the pain was too searing to move.
Caroline rushed to my side. Seeing the shocking crimson pool spreading beneath me, her eyes went wide with panic.
"Ella, don't be scared, it's okay, it's going to be okay."
As she fumbled for her phone to call 911, she snarled at Jonas, "Jonas Ashford, she's pregnant! Are you insane? You just pushed a pregnant woman down the stairs!"
Jonas's pupils constricted. He froze, completely stunned.
He stared at the blood on the pavement, at my pale, pain-twisted face, and his mind went utterly blank.
Pregnant?
