Semua Bab Forced to Marry the cruel Billionaire: Bab 41 - Bab 50

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,”

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

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

Emma.It was a bitter subject, and I left the room with a horrible taste in my mouth. I had imagined that conversation with Gregory countless times, with a relentless urge to throw the truth of his betrayal in his face, and in the end, I acted with a composure that most women wouldn’t have.Hearing him say that fidelity wasn’t part of our agreement made me realize that arguing with him was completely useless. This was how Gregory had treated our marriage all this time, and things weren’t going to change.What did I think, after all? That my illness would soften his stone-cold heart? The only thing Gregory felt for me now was pity, and the weight on his conscience made him want to treat me well. That was the only reason.I threw myself onto the couch, the pain returned, and I started coughing uncontrollably. Hearing all of this, Samantha ran toward me with a dish towel over her shoulders, and with wide eyes, she knelt in front of me, asking if I was okay.“I just want to sleep for a wh

Emma.When Gregory finally left me alone, I realized that keeping silent had been a huge mistake. Everything I had kept inside, all the words, had accumulated, causing an unbearable pain within me.Now alone in the room, I could finally cry in peace. Pretending to be strong all the time was an almost unbearable task. Even worse was having to stay by Gregory’s side, knowing that he was still the same man I had once met and fallen in love with.I quickly wiped my tears when the room filled with nurses and the doctor appeared to talk to me for a bit.“Are you in pain, Emma?” he analyzed my face, noticing that I had been crying.“A little,” I said, forcing a smile.The pain I felt had no cure, no medicine capable of easing it, but I had promised myself that I would not waste a single minute of my life lamenting or suffering over anything. I had already lost two long years of my life suffering and waiting for redemption from my husband; I would not waste my last days doing it again.“I’m g