Chapter 6

~VIOLET~

"I didn't do anything to Willow. I have no hand in her miscarriage. She threw herself down the stairs just to implicate me. I tried holding her but my pace couldn't beat hers," I explained to Stewart, hoping that he would believe me and see Willow for who she truly was. That woman must be insane. I couldn't help but wonder if ruining my marriage was worth her life. What if she died in the process of proving an unsolicited point?

"You are a stupid bloody liar. I fucking saw you pushed her. All for what? Are you afraid that she might snatch your only source of income from you? Are you afraid of returning to the slums where you belonged to?" He barked, anger vivid in his eyes. It was evident that he didn't believe me at all. What has that sneaky woman told him? He was supposed to be apologizing after hurting me. He hit me for the first time just because of Willow. He left me in the pool of my own blood, watching me as I slowly drifted into death. A weird cold grasped me as the reality dawned on me... I would probably be dead by now if Jose hadn't brought me here on time.

"I am still your wife, Stewart. Don't tell me you chose to believe your past over your present," I told him, ignoring the eyes in the ward. Our noise had woken the remaining patients and their attention was now on us.

"Mr. Stewart, you shouldn't be doing this in the hospital. You are disturbing other patients. They need to rest...," Dr. Alex chipped in, glancing around and trying to stop him.

Stewart didn't flinch. He glanced at me coldly. "Dr, she will be the one to give Willow some of her blood. She is the reason the poor girl is struggling with her life, she has to take full responsibility for it," He said, pointing at me.

Dr. Alex's brows raised in a questioning manner. He must be surprised the same way other patients in the ward were. How could he ask somebody who just regained her consciousness to give his beloved some blood?

"ERM... That is not possible, Mr. Stewart. She already lost a lot of blood before she was brought to the hospital. If she had been brought here five minutes later, she wouldn't have survived. We can't do something like that," He explained to him.

As the doctor revealed how critical my condition was when I was brought to the hospital, I felt bad. Stewart didn't care about me still. He was after Willow's well-being. He almost killed me for a crime I didn't commit. My husband almost killed me for what I didn't do.

Deep down, I hoped he would listen to the doctor. I hoped he would have an iota of empathy for me and ask the doctor to get the blood from the blood bank. I wished he could prove me right that he still cared for me and was controlled by his emotions when he hit me. I really wished he could prove me right.

"Thankfully, Miss Willow has a common blood type. We can find it in the blood bank...," Dr. Alex must have thought Stewart was humane, and that was why he proposed that to him. However, to his astonishment, he snapped at him.

"You are just a doctor, Alex. Shut the fuck up and do what I want. Have you forgotten that I am one of the biggest shareholders of this hospital? Do you want to lose your job? I don't want any other blood but hers...," Fireballs rolled in his eyes and his voice screamed order and fear.

I had never seen him that way in the three years we'd been together. Of course, I knew Alex was an egoistic man, but I didn't know he could be inhumane.

"I am sorry, Mr. Stewart, but you should also consider her health. She is pre....,"

My heart missed a beat when I realized what he was about to say. No! Never! Stewart didn't deserve to find out about my baby this way. At the same time, I gestured "Don't tell him about the pregnancy" sign at the doctor. He made things easy by assimilating what I was saying. He paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "It is dangerous. She could lose her life," He told him with worry in his voice.

"Are you deaf, Alex? I just told you that I do not fucking care about her death or existence. I just want her blood. She has been eating my money like an ant for years and this is the only way she could pay me back. What am I even saying? She killed my first child, I don't care if she dies in the process too," He fired without an ounce of empathy in his eyes or voice. He glared at me as if I was some sort of sacrificial lamb. My heart twitched with pain. This was the same man I had loved for three years. I did everything I could just to make him love me and acknowledge me as his own one. He didn't think twice before wishing my death.

I laughed in a low tone and raised my chin so that I could see the full view of his face. "I didn't do it, Stewart. This is the last time I will be saying it. Willow pushed herself down the stairs so that she could put me in trouble and I guess her plan worked out well, seeing how much you hate me and wish I die," I let out slowly, my voice was shaky and croaky.

The last family I thought I had just chosen his ex-girlfriend over me. My husband, who was supposed to protect me, left me alone to he trampled on. Scratch that. He was the same person who trampled on me and treated me like a pushover.

"Your fake tears will not help you out, Violet. Get up and fucking give Willow some of your blood," He blasted in an authoritative tone. "You owe me your life for making me lose my...."

I snickered and mumbled, "And what if I decided not to do it?" I raised a sudden question, cutting him short.

"What!" He spurted out, lines of shock scribbled on his face. He didn't expect that a bit. He must have expected the humble and innocent Violet whose aim was to satisfy him. "What did you just say?"

"What if I say NO? What if I refuse to give that liar my blood?" I asked, staring deeply into his eyes. I saw confusion and fear briefly but it was swiftly replaced with coldness.

He snorted in disbelief, "You don't want to be divorced, do you? If you say No, then, I am going to file for a....,"

Again, before he could complete his statement, I spoke up.

"Let's get divorced,"

Everyone in the room, including Stewart was shocked. Their eyes widened and their brows creased.