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The Heartbreak Prescription Chapter 1164

Ivy stared at him, her mind going blank.

“You can’t just decide that,” she said after a second, her voice unsteady. “This is my life too.”

“And you think it isn’t mine?” Nathan shot back.

The torn pieces of the agreement crumpled in his fist. His knuckles were white.

“You said this was a business marriage,” he continued. “Fine. Even in business, you don’t get to terminate a contract without the other party’s consent.”

“This isn’t a contract,” she whispered. “It’s a mistake.”

His eyes darkened. “Is that what we are to you? A mistake?”

Her chest tightened. “I meant… the way it started. I lied to you. I manipulated you into having this baby. That’s on me. So let me take responsibility.”

“By running away?”

“By giving you your freedom.”

He let out a sharp breath. “Did I ever say I wanted freedom?”

“You don’t want me,” she said, the words finally breaking through. “You’ve never wanted me.”

The car felt suffocatingly small.

Nathan stared at her like she’d just said something absurd. “You really believe that?”

“Don’t I?” she asked, her eyes glistening now. “You barely come home. You keep your distance. You were furious when you found out about the pregnancy.”

“I was furious because you lied.” His voice dropped. “Not because of the baby.”

She shook her head. “You’ve said it yourself. You don’t like kids.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t take responsibility for my own child.”

“I’m not asking you to.”

“That’s the problem.” His jaw clenched. “You keep deciding what I’m allowed to feel. You decided I wouldn’t want the baby. You decided I wouldn’t want you. Now you’re deciding I’d be better off divorced.”

He leaned closer, his gaze locking onto hers.

“When did you ever ask me what I want?”

Her fingers trembled in her lap. “I’m asking now.”

His eyes searched her face, as if weighing something he’d kept buried.

“What I want,” he said slowly, “is for you to stop making decisions for both of us.”

She went still.

“I’m angry,” he admitted. “I won’t pretend I’m not. You crossed a line. But don’t twist that into me wanting you gone.”

Her heart thudded painfully.

“Then what do you want from me?” she asked.

“Honesty,” he said without hesitation. “No more schemes. No more self-sacrifice disguised as generosity. If you’re scared, say you’re scared. If you want something, say it. Don’t shove divorce papers in my face and call it kindness.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks before she could stop them.

“I thought you’d hate me,” she confessed. “I thought once you knew the truth, you’d never forgive me.”

His expression shifted—still hard, but no longer cutting.

“I was hurt,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.”

The silence that followed wasn’t explosive. It was heavy, raw.

He looked at the shredded pieces again, then tossed them onto the dashboard.

“Listen carefully,” he repeated, his voice steady despite the storm in his eyes. “I’m not agreeing to a divorce.”

Her lips parted slightly.

“Not because I’m stubborn,” he continued. “But because I’m not done. Not with this marriage. And not with you.”

The words landed between them, fragile and fierce all at once.

Ivy didn’t know whether to feel relieved or terrified.

All she knew was that walking away suddenly didn’t seem as simple as she’d imagined.