Chapter 82. I’m Pregnant With Your Baby

Aaliyah’s POV

The ray of the sunlight coming from the window cast on the divorce papers Max had left on the table in the dining room, the signature ink still wet.

I sat there and stared at it as his words rang in my head. “I’m sorry, Aaliyah but I have to do this,” he said, not even glancing at me. “You deserve better and my daughter deserves to have me by her side. I love Ava and I want to spend the rest of my life with her and Sophie.”

Without dwelling too much on it, I replied, “I understand. Just do what you have to do.”

His forehead creased. “Really?”

“Yes.” I wrapped my hands around myself. “You were never mine, Max. Our marriage was what our parents wanted, not what we wanted.”

He took a breath, either in relief. Or rage. I had no clue.

“For what it’s worth, I never meant to hurt you.” His tone held so much sincerity.

“I know,” I nodded. “And for what it’s worth, I was not involved in Parker’s scheme to hurt Sophie.”