The Ex-Wife They Begged To Keep - Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Eliza lowered her head, nervously glancing up at Victor's face.
She noticed his furrowed brow had softened slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. It seemed like she had a chance. Her cries grew even more desperate, the sobs becoming more pitiful.
Tears flooded from her tightly shut eyes, streaking down her cheeks and falling onto the floor, where they splashed softly. Her whole body trembled harder now.
Through soft, broken sobs, Eliza poured out her pain, gripping Victor's pants tighter with each word.
"Vic, I know I messed up. I shouldn't have met with Luther behind your back. But I had no choice! Oliver is his son, I couldn't stop him from seeing his father," she said, her voice breaking.
She choked on her words, barely able to continue. "Vic, please... forgive me this one time. I swear, I'll never contact him again."
Victor watched Eliza trembling on the cold floor, her fragile form hunched over.
The chill of the floor made her thin clothes seem even more inadequate, and his gaze fell to the hand that was gripping his pants with such desperation.
He couldn't help but think of the child she was carrying. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady, "Get up, and we'll talk."
Eliza blinked, surprised by his words. She slowly lifted her head, eyes blurred with tears as she looked at him.
"Vic..." she whispered, calling his name as if testing the waters.
Victor avoided her gaze, his eyes drifting elsewhere as he spoke coldly, "It's cold on the floor. Get up first."
Realizing what he meant, Eliza quickly released his pants leg and shakily stood up. Oliver stood up with her, hiding timidly behind Eliza and peeking at Victor.
"Vic... have you forgiven me?" Eliza asked, her voice uncertain.
Victor, still avoiding her gaze, gave a reluctant nod. Eliza felt a flicker of hope rise within her. Maybe he still trusted her after all.
She quickly seized the opportunity, her voice trembling with emotion. "Vic, thank you for believing in me. I swear, I'll never see Luther again. It's just me and Oliver now. We only want to be with you."
Victor's eyes flicked to Oliver, who was standing behind Eliza.
He pointed at the boy and said in an icy tone, "He can't stay here anymore."
Eliza's face drained of color. She immediately pulled Oliver closer, fear flooding her voice. "Vic... what are you saying?"
"I can forgive you, but he has to leave," Victor said, his voice firm and unyielding.
Oliver, hearing that Victor wanted to kick him out, tightened his little arms around Eliza's neck, his small body trembling as he began to sob softly.
Eliza felt Oliver shaking in her arms, and she knew then that Victor had made up his mind.
She had worked so hard to get Victor to forgive her. If things fell apart now because of Oliver, everything she'd done would have been for nothing.
After a long, painful moment of silence, Eliza made the hardest decision she'd ever had to make. "Okay, I'll agree."
The moment she said those words, Oliver could feel the tension in her body.
He looked up at her, his voice tiny and fragile. "Mom, are you... are you sending me away?"
Eliza fought back her tears, her hand gently brushing Oliver's hair as she whispered, "Sweetheart, I'm not abandoning you."
"Mom, don't make me go. I'll be good, I promise. Please don't send me away." Oliver's small hands clung desperately to her.
With a shaky breath, Eliza picked him up and walked toward the door. At the entrance, she flagged down a taxi.
She gently placed Oliver in the back seat and closed the door behind him.
"I won't abandon you, I promise. I'll take you to your dad's, okay?"
Oliver nodded weakly, his little head drooping.
Eliza fastened his seatbelt, then kissed his forehead softly. "I'll visit you in a few days. Be good."
With a heavy heart, Eliza closed the car door and stood there watching the taxi drive off, not moving until the taillights disappeared into the distance. Only then did she slowly turn and walk back to Powell Villa.
Eliza stood in front of Victor, her face as pale as a ghost, lips trembling, and her hands tightly clenched together.
"I... I've sent him away," she said softly, barely above a whisper.
She kept her head down, too afraid to meet his gaze.
Victor glanced at her for a moment, his face unreadable, before silently turning and heading up the stairs.
Eliza watched his retreating back, a fire sparking in her chest.
This time, no matter what, she was going to marry Victor. She would become the lady of the Powell family. She had already lost so much, and she couldn't afford to lose him too.
The taxi pulled up in front of an old, worn-out apartment building. Oliver paid the fare, stepped out, and stood there for a moment, staring up at the building that seemed even more run-down than before.
He took a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears, then knocked on the door.
A few moments later, the door opened. Luther stood there in a messy bathrobe, his hair wild and eyes full of irritation when he saw Oliver.
"What the hell are you doing here? Where's your mom?" Luther asked, his voice sharp.
Oliver, unable to hold it in any longer, broke down and started crying. "Dad..."
Luther looked at his son, his patience wearing thin as the boy sobbed uncontrollably. "Alright, alright, slow down. What happened?"
He pulled Oliver inside and slammed the door behind him.
Oliver, still choking on his sobs, managed to get out the words between gasps. "Victor... he found out we met. He kicked me out."
Luther's face instantly darkened at the mention of Victor.
He grabbed Oliver by the shoulders, his voice thick with anger. "What do you mean he kicked you out?"
Oliver, terrified, nodded shakily. "He said I can't stay there anymore..."
Luther's whole body trembled with rage. He hadn't expected Victor to be so cold and ruthless.
Without thinking, he shoved Oliver away. "You're useless!"
He spat, "I told you to win him over! This is how you do it? You let him find out we met, and he throws you out? Are you an idiot?"
Oliver lowered his head, too afraid to say anything. His tears kept falling, but he didn't dare make a sound.
"If it wasn't for the fact that you still have some value to me, I'd have dumped you in an orphanage a long time ago!" Luther yelled, his words cutting through the air.
"Dad, please... I don't want to leave you. Don't make me go," Oliver cried, clutching onto Luther's legs in desperation.
Luther's patience snapped. He kicked Oliver away with a harsh shove.
"Get off me, you little brat!" he yelled. "If you cry again, I swear I'll make you wish you hadn't. Crying won't do anything."
Oliver was completely stunned, his tears instantly stopping from sheer fear. He bit down on his lower lip so hard it almost hurt, afraid to make a sound, terrified of what Luther might do next.
Luther ran a frustrated hand through his messy hair, the reality of the situation settling in. He knew the only thing that mattered now was the child Eliza was carrying.
Once Eliza married Victor, their son would be the heir to the Powell Group. That was his ticket to everything.
With a heavy sigh, Luther finally softened, his grip loosening on Oliver.
He pulled Oliver up from the floor. "Alright, enough with the tears. You can stay here for now."