GregoryHow selfish of me to remain numb while Emma wept over the death of our child. It was as if she carried all the blame, and my previous words had done nothing to lessen the weight crushing her heart.Slowly, I approached her as if it were the first time I had ever done so, and with one hand, I rested it on her back, which trembled in sync with the intensifying of her sobs. Emma—the most stubborn woman I had ever known—now so fragile.“It wasn’t your fault, Emma,” I said, feeling a knot tightening in my throat.Would I be a coward if I cried for a child I never even met?“If I hadn’t gone with Edward, this wouldn’t have happened.” I fixed my eyes on her and sharpened my hearing to carefully catch her next words. “He found out I was messaging you. We had an argument, and he pushed me.”My eyes widened, and my blood boiled inside me. Hearing her account sent involuntary chills through my body.“That damned son of a bitch,” I clenched my fist, wishing Edward were right in front of m
EmmaI opened my eyes, and the first face I saw was Gregory’s. I could hardly imagine that he had spent the entire night by my side, and judging by his expression, he hadn’t slept at all. There were dark circles around his beautiful eyes, and he looked so exhausted that I even felt sorry for him.He quickly got up when he saw me wake and tried to help me sit up, but I didn’t let him. I pulled my hand away swiftly, preventing him from touching me. Gregory clenched his jaw, and my gesture was an offense to him.I should have been a little more grateful that he was here, taking care of me. In the past, Gregory would have abandoned me in this hospital without a second thought, but now he was trying.“You should go somewhere and rest,” I said as I swung my legs off the bed and looked at him. “I can stay alone for a few hours.”“I’m not going anywhere, Emma,” he said with such determination that it startled me.Gregory didn’t look me in the eye at any moment. He kept his hands away from me,
GregoryDivorce. I couldn’t forget those words. I really thought Emma would give up on divorcing me when we met again, but I was wrong. Although I had the opportunity, I didn’t challenge her; instead, I accepted her demands unquestionably.Robert called me that night and asked me to meet him at the hospital the next day to sign the papers. Emma had done what I asked her to do, and that was what was making me angry.I didn’t even have the courage to stay by her side after the difficult conversation we had. Samantha was there, and if Edward dared to approach Emma, I would rush to protect her. It was strange, this realization. I was about to divorce her, and yet I still wanted to keep her safe.I arrived early at the hospital but stayed at the reception, waiting for Robert to arrive. If anyone should be asking for a divorce, it should be me. I was the one who bought her and forced her to marry me. I was the one who accepted her deal, promising to set her free once everything was settled
Emma.I was looking at the torn divorce agreement, scattered across the floor, and didn’t notice Gregory approaching until he grabbed me in his arms in a tight, intense hug. I could hear the rapid beats of his heart. He breathed raggedly, as if he had just run a marathon.Paralysis seized me; I couldn’t react. What was happening to Gregory? I no longer recognized him.“I have another divorce agreement here,” Robert’s voice settled between us like a hand pushing us apart. “I told you, you can tear up as many as you want.”I inwardly mourned when Gregory pulled away, breaking the comforting warmth of his body from mine. He cast a strange look at Robert and, in a calm voice, said,“Please, Robert, leave.”Robert looked at me with a disbelieving smile on his face, then at Gregory, and finally gathered his things and left. Gregory remained with his head lowered in silence, thinking about his next words, while I had my speech ready on the tip of my tongue.“You agreed to sign the divorce,”
Gregory.There was a lump of anguish stuck in my throat, suffocating me to the point of killing me. Seeing Emma like that and having to give her this news was one of the worst things I had ever had to do in my life.I needed to leave and call the doctor so that he, with his complex words, could explain to her what I couldn’t. I had to leave her alone for a while because I would rather not show how much that news had drained the meaning out of everything.Not only that, but I had barely stepped out of the room when Robert caught up to me, questioning.“Why did you tear up the divorce papers again, Mr. Gregory?” He was intentionally pressuring me, unaware of what was happening. “I told you I have other copies and that it’s useless to destroy them.”My defeated posture unsettled Robert. He fell silent the moment he saw me dragging my feet and collapsing into the chair in front of me. Still eager to show how competent he was, he came over, sat beside me, pulled out yet another copy of the
Everything was sad. The memories of my life were sad; the last days lived were almost unbearable to remember. Gregory had walked out that door and had not returned for minutes. And time inside this room did not seem to pass. It was as if life had slowed its pace so I could savor it before it emptied completely.This realization hit me painfully, stirring a feeling of self-pity and anger for no one explaining things properly and for stripping away my will to live. I stared at the blank, empty wall before me as if it were a screen projecting a movie in which I was the protagonist.I only noticed the doctor when someone turned on the light, making my eyes burn. He walked slowly toward me, smiling, and finally cast a meaningful look that seemed to say everything would soon be fine.“Where is Gregory?” My eyes darted to the door, but there was no sign of him.“I thought he would be with you,” he replied, looking at the medical chart. “But tell me, Emma, how are you feeling?”He looked at m
GregoryI dragged Edward out of the room like an animal, without any consideration for him or even for Emma. He didn’t react, allowing me to take him, which was strange since he never allowed such humiliation.“I told you to stay away from Emma.” I shoved him against the wall, and he hit his back but remained there as if nothing had happened. “Why don’t you go back to your work, to the company you fought so hard to have?”Edward lifted his gaze to me, looking exhausted, as if he had fought a battle.“Do you think I could work knowing that Emma is sick? What kind of man do you think I am?”Edward’s theatrics astonished me—how well he could pretend, even in a situation like this. If I didn’t know him, I might have believed in the sorrow written all over his face, but I knew how skilled he was at pretending to deceive people.“Do you think I’m going to fall for your game?” I stepped closer, staring into his eyes. “I will take her out of this hospital, and you will never see her again.”“
The gossip pages recently reported the news, and I was surprised to find a crowd of journalists at the hospital door when I left. The flashes bothered me; the microphones and cell phones pointed at me in an attempt to capture my statements, almost completely covering my face.Gregory stepped forward as if his body were a protective shield, and with his hoarse, tired voice from yet another sleepless night, he declared, “Please, do not bother my wife. Please let us pass. At the right time, I will personally tell you everything you need to know.”Gregory had a sharp mind for dealing with those people, but it was the way he declared that I was his wife that awakened something dormant inside me. I felt his warm hand holding mine, and his affectionate gaze reached me. He smiled—he never smiled when he was with me—when he wrapped me in his arms and protected me all the way to the car. He opened the door, placed me inside the vehicle, and then got in, sitting beside me.Samantha interrupted m
Gregory.The first entire night beside Emma, sleeping without touching her. I couldn’t describe the feeling because I immediately fell asleep as soon as I lay down. That exhaustion felt strange until I remembered that I had searched the entire city for Emma. The fear of losing her had completely drained me.I woke up startled. The sky was slowly brightening outside, and when I looked to the side, Emma was still sleeping. With her body turned toward me, I could admire the delicate curves of her face. Her hair shimmered as the daylight gradually filled the room. When the thought of her illness came to my mind, a shiver ran through my body. It was my duty to ensure her survival, and regardless of what the doctors said, Emma was going to recover.My heart felt like it was being squeezed, and things got a little worse when she opened her eyes and stared at me, catching me admiring her.I immediately got up, trying to cover up what I was doing, but Emma remained still. She should have been
Gregory.I left Emma behind because the idea of telling her the truth disturbed me. Wherever Edward set foot, he brought discord, and I blamed myself for letting him carry out his plan. I should have at least asked how he knew where I was living. The feeling I had was that Edward held the power of the world in his hands. Either that, or he was watching me, knowing my every move.As I took a long shower, I kept thinking about the conversation between Helena and Edward and how she was telling him all the ways to overturn the will. Inside, Edward writhed—after all, he had fought so hard for this moment that he would not allow himself to lose it for anything.And now that bastard wanted to turn Emma against me.I should be relaxed now; after all, Emma was back home under my care. But I couldn’t relax with Edward around, trying to destroy me. I turned off the shower, realizing that not even the cold water had eased the tension in my body. When I opened the door, a high, pitched scream hit
Emma.Nothing could have prepared me for this. As we headed back home, with Gregory driving beside me, I watched his face illuminated by the mid-afternoon sun. His ice-blue eyes seem to melt, revealing a lighter shade. He no longer looks like the man I married. My sudden departure turned a key inside him, opening doors that not even Gregory knew existed.“Are you okay?” He has asked me this question so often that not even his tone changes when he says, “I hired a nurse to take care of you while we’re home.”“I’m fine.” He glanced at me quickly before turning his attention back to the road. He didn’t see when I smiled, and my cheeks heated up instantly. “I think I might get used to the idea of a nurse watching over me all the time.”“It’s not to watch over you, Emma,” he emphasized, though there was no offense in his expression. “You need specific care.”I refused to believe that my cruel husband now feared losing me a second time. Now, he seemed so comfortable by my side that it even
Gregory.I watched as Emma left the house, and the memory of the days I spent not knowing where she was flooded my mind. The chair behind me fell, and the glass jar of homemade medicine toppled over on the table and rolled until it shattered on the floor. My grandmother stifled a screaming. I couldn’t look back—I would rather not take my eyes off Emma for even a second.I ran after her, but she got into a taxi and was gone.My heart clenched inside me. I felt a fear of losing her like I had never felt before in my life. I returned to Helena’s house, got into my car, and drove around the city, looking for the taxi she had taken.Not only that, but I kept my eyes on the road while a layer of sweat formed on my forehead. I shouldn’t have taken Emma to visit Helena. Leaving her in my grandmother’s company had surely stirred up difficult emotions for her. Since she had come back, she had brought something strange to her. It was as if I no longer knew the woman I had married.I punched the
Emma.There was no way to escape this situation. Helena stood before me, a smile on her face, leading me to her dining room for lunch together. What did this woman want from me, after all? Her sudden interest was strange.Gregory was the one enjoying the scene. He seemed comfortable in his grandparents’ old house, just as he did by my side. He acted as if we were truly family.That was when Helena noticed the nasogastric tube placed in me, and her expression darkened.“Oh, Emma, I’m so sorry,” she now looked at me with pity, as if I were a helpless animal. “Gregory didn’t tell me that you…”“It’s okay, you can eat without me,” I said, shrugging. “There was no way Gregory could tell you. He barely stays with me at the hospital.”Why was I saying this anyway? I only realized my words after they had already left my lips. My breath caught in my throat when I noticed the looks directed at me. Now, Gregory no longer seemed as comfortable as before. My statement had hit him hard.“You’re not
BeforeGregory.“Can I still have my share of the inheritance?” I repeated the question to the lawyer because what he was telling me seemed like a lie. “What are the chances of changing the will if the old man is dead?”“We found out that Emma is very sick,” he said, and the words jumbled in my mind. “And Edward is not managing the family business well.”“I don’t understand,” I shook my head, confused. “Can you explain this to me more clearly?”The lawyer looked at me and fidgeted as if searching for the right words to explain what was really happening.“There is a clause in the contract stating that your grandmother, Helena, is the only one who can alter your grandfather’s final decisions.” My jaw dropped. “If your grandmother considers that leaving fifty percent of the inheritance to Edward was a mistake, she can reverse the situation and return your share of the inheritance.”I scoffed, disappointed, and then smiled. What the lawyer was telling me wouldn’t change my grandfather’s d
EmmaMason’s threatening eyes staring at me, fixed in an obsession, wouldn’t leave my mind. How could I forget that Gregory had hired him to look for me? When I thought about the possibility that Mason had found me, a shiver ran down my spine, causing chills.I wiped away my tears because it was useless to remain in that state. I watched as Samantha approached and, in a whisper, said that she would stay by my side that night. At least she truly showed that she cared for me, unlike Gregory, who only took care of me for his interests.“Worried about his reputation.”“What did you say?” Samantha’s voice made me realize that I had spoken the words too loudly.I felt the muscles in my face ache from the tension weighing on me. I closed my eyes and, shaking my head, said to Samantha,“It’s nothing,” I said, and when I looked at her, Samantha didn’t seem convinced. “I’m just thinking out loud.”“It concerns Mr. Gregory,” she declared so certainly that it startled me. Whispering to the wind,
Gregory.“For what service should I pay?” Though my body trembled, I laughed, showing disdain for his words. “Or should I remind you that you ran away like a coward and left me to find Emma alone?”Mason heard my words, and a smile tugged at his lips. Had I told a joke? What was so funny about him coming to the hospital to charge me for a service he never provided?“We had a deal.”“One that you didn’t fulfill,” I said, already impatient, and my voice rose in tone.“Are you saying you won’t pay me?” he asked as he stepped closer to me.That was the moment I realized it had been a mistake to hire Mason to find Emma. He, of all people, had delivered her to me unconsciously, her face swollen from an assault he had committed. Even though Emma never spoke about it, I knew she would have a hard time forgiving me for that mistake.“I won’t pay,” I answered bluntly. “Now leave because it wouldn’t be good for Emma to see you walking around here.”Mason’s eyes widened, as if what I had just sai
GregoryEmma was now giving me a questioning look, with all the courage and boldness that had remained hidden throughout our marriage, and that was revealing itself now.She didn’t seem tired of confronting me, and her question felt like a punch to my stomach. It bothered me to know that she believed Edward more than she could believe in me.“I’m not going to answer that question, Emma.” She blinked, a hint of disappointment flashing through her beautiful eyes.“Then I can give Edward the benefit of the doubt,” she replied, narrowing her eyes with pure contempt.Why was she still standing in front of him, preventing me from dragging him out of here? After what Edward had done, Emma still had the nerve to defend him. A satisfied smile on Edward’s face made me change my plan. I wouldn’t let him win this time.I pulled the hospital receipt from my pocket and handed it to Emma, clenching my jaw and holding back my rage through gritted teeth. Edward narrowed his eyes and swallowed the lump