The silence in the room was heavy.

Savannah froze, her hand still clutching the bag. Nathaniel's tall frame blocked the door, his golden eyes fixed on her like fire that refused to burn out.

Her lips trembled. "I..."

Her voice failed her.

Nathaniel stepped closer, his shoes clicking against the floor. He looked at the bag in her hand, then at her pale face. His jaw was hard, his voice low and sharp.

"So it's true," he said. "You are running."

Savannah's throat tightened. She could barely breathe. She hugged the bag close, as if it could shield her.

"Nathaniel, I-"

"Don't waste your breath," he cut her off coldly. "You think I care if you walk out of here tonight? You think I will chase after you?"

His eyes narrowed. "Don't fool yourself. I never wanted you. Leaving is the best thing you could do."

Savannah's chest burned. His words stabbed her like knives. But she stood still, tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Then let me go," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Nathaniel's lips curved into a cold line. "You can leave. But not like this."

Her eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folder. He tossed it onto the bed. The papers slid across the sheets, the bold letters staring at her like fire.

Divorce Agreement.

Savannah's knees weakened. She stared at the papers, her vision swimming with tears.

Nathaniel's voice was like ice. "Sign them. Only then you can walk out of this house. If you dare leave without signing, I will find you, and I will drag you back here myself. Do you understand?"

Her chest heaved. Her fingers clutched the bag so tight her knuckles turned white.

She looked at him with wet eyes. "Why... why are you so cruel to me? What did I ever do to you?"

Nathaniel's face stayed cold. "You exist. That is enough."

Her tears fell harder. She felt the baby kick softly inside her belly, as if reminding her that she was not alone. She pressed her hand to her stomach.

His eyes flicked to her hand, then back to her face. He shook his head. "Don't think your little trick will save you. Carrying my child doesn't change anything. I won't stay married to you."

Savannah's lips trembled. "You would throw your own blood away?"

Nathaniel's jaw tightened, but his voice stayed sharp. "I never asked for this child. I never asked for you. Sign the papers and go before I lose the little patience I have left."

Her chest hurt so bad she could hardly breathe. She looked at the papers, then back at him. "And if I refuse?"

His eyes darkened. He stepped so close she could feel his breath on her skin. His words came like thunder.

"Try me."

Savannah's body shook. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw the papers in his face. But the fear was stronger. The memory of Cassandra's words cut through her mind again.

"Drag her out. Throw her out."

Savannah bit her lip hard, tasting blood. She could not let them destroy her. She had to think of her baby.

But signing those papers felt like dying.

She stared at Nathaniel, her tears streaming. "You won't even ask why? You won't even care what this marriage has done to me?"

His face didn't move. "I don't care. This marriage was never real to me."

Savannah's knees gave way. She sank onto the bed, the papers in front of her like chains waiting to lock her down.

Her fingers touched the pen lying on top. Her hands shook so bad she could hardly hold it.

She closed her eyes, whispering to herself. "If I sign this... I lose everything."

Nathaniel's voice cut through her thoughts. "If you don't sign, you won't leave. Ever. And when I throw you out, it will be on my terms, not yours."

Her chest heaved. She looked up at him, her tears shining. For the first time, anger burned in her voice.

"You want me gone so bad?" she whispered. "Fine. But I will not let you destroy me. And one day, Nathaniel Steele, you will regret this."

His eyes narrowed, but before he could answer, she slammed the pen back onto the papers, untouched.

"I will not sign tonight," she said, her voice shaking but firm. "Not tonight."

Nathaniel's face hardened. His jaw clenched as he stepped even closer. "You think you can delay me? You think you can play brave?"

His cold hand grabbed the bag from her arms and threw it across the room. Clothes spilled onto the floor.

"You don't leave this house until you sign," he said darkly. "That is my last word."

Savannah gasped, her body trembling. Her tears flowed faster.

Nathaniel turned and walked out of the room, his tall frame disappearing into the hallway. His voice echoed back, cold as stone.

"Don't test me, Savannah. I will break you if I have to."

The door slammed shut.

Savannah sat on the bed, broken, shaking, her eyes on the papers. Her chest burned with pain, but inside, a small fire refused to die.

She whispered to her baby, "I will not give up. Not now. Not ever."

Her tears fell onto the divorce papers.

And in that moment, she made a choice.

She would fight.

Even if it killed her.

The night was long. Savannah sat on the bed, staring at the divorce papers.

Her tears had dried, but her chest still hurt like fire. She had not signed. She had promised herself she would not.

Nathaniel's words echoed in her head.

"You don't leave this house until you sign."

She looked at the papers again. Then at the door. Then back at her stomach.

Her baby kicked softly, as if telling her what she already knew.

If she stayed, she would lose everything.

If she left, at least she could protect the child.

The next morning, Nathaniel left early for work. He didn't even look at her before walking out of the mansion. His cold suit, his cold eyes, his cold heart. The door shut behind him, and silence filled the halls.

Savannah sat still for a long moment. Her breath came fast, her hands shaking. She knew this was the chance. Maybe the only one she would ever get.

She grabbed the bag she had hidden under the bed. She stuffed in the few clothes, the little money she found, and the documents she had kept safe. Her hands shook so bad she dropped the envelope twice.

Her chest was pounding as she zipped the bag. She whispered to herself, "You can do this. You must do this."

The maids were busy in the kitchen, their voices carrying down the hall. Gossip, laughter, cruel words.

"She's still here?"

"Poor thing. He'll drag her out soon enough."

"Cassandra is waiting for her place."

Savannah's chest burned. She held the bag tighter and walked quietly to the back door. Her steps were soft, her breath shallow.

She pushed the door open and stepped into the morning air. The sky was gray, clouds heavy with rain.

Her feet moved fast, almost running. She didn't dare look back at the mansion. Every step felt like breaking chains, but also like stepping into fire.

She reached the main road and waved for a cab. The driver stopped, looking at her pale face and shaking hands.

"Where to?" he asked.

Savannah bit her lip. She didn't even know where she was going. She just blurted out, "Anywhere far. Just drive."

The cab moved. Savannah pressed her face to the window, tears sliding down. The mansion grew smaller and smaller behind her.

Her chest hurt, but her heart whispered, *You're free. At least for now.*

Hours later, she found herself in a small part of the city, far from the tall glass towers that carried Nathaniel's name. The streets here were crowded, noisy, full of people who didn't know her and didn't care.

She walked into a cheap motel, her bag heavy on her shoulder. The woman at the desk gave her a quick look, then handed her a key after she paid.

The room was small, the paint peeling, the bed old. But it was hers. For now, it was safe.

Savannah dropped onto the bed, clutching her stomach. Her tears came again, heavy and endless.

She whispered to her baby, "I did it. I left. We're free."

But her voice shook. Fear filled her heart. How long before Nathaniel noticed she was gone? How long before he sent his men to drag her back?

Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.

*Savannah, you can't hide forever.*

Her blood froze. Her hands trembled. Was it him?

She turned off the phone quickly and threw it aside. Her chest rose and fell fast.

The hours passed slowly. She sat by the window, hugging herself. Every sound outside made her jump. Every shadow felt like it carried Nathaniel's face.

The rain started again, heavy against the glass. She held her stomach and whispered, "I will protect you. I promise."

But deep inside, she knew the storm was only starting.

Far across the city, Nathaniel sat in his office. His phone rang. His assistant's voice was sharp.

"Sir, the maids said Madam is gone. Her bag is missing."

Nathaniel's golden eyes narrowed. His jaw tightened. He leaned back in his chair, his voice like steel.

"She thinks she can run?"

He stood, his tall frame towering over the desk. His voice dropped lower, darker.

"Find her."

Savannah didn't know it yet. But the hunt had already begun.