After Divorce, I Married His Nemesis

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

ARYNA

"Mrs Moore. Mr Sinclair has asked me to bring you back after you get discharged. "He sent this letter, please take a look." Josh who had addressed himself as Holland's Butler mentioned.

His face beamed with a smile. He seemed to be friendly, just like Matteo, who was always telling lies to me just to cover up Ryan's mistakes.

"Madam, Sir Ryan is at a board meeting and will arrive late today."

Whereas he only went to spend time with his mistress.

Here's a gift card from Sir Ryan. He sends his love message."

And when I looked in, it had the wrong name!

Gina. It was meant for Gina in the first place, not me.

Matteo, the butler back at Moore's mansion, was my favourite. He was always there to comfort me, but he sure didn't know how much it broke my heart when he told a lie on Ryan's behalf and I even found out he was not speaking the truth.

So much for making me feel happy.

'Sorry, I should've driven down to pick you up myself but something urgent came up at the hospital and I couldn't make it.'

I only chuckled at his message.

Why was he trying to be nice?

His face said something different. His words, though they made me flutter, didn't stop making me cringe either.

He seemed familiar. Everything about him was.

His golden eyes..... that signature proud smirk plastered to his lips. I had seen them before now.

Even before he appeared on the news...

But where? I couldn't tell.

I shook the thoughts away. This was just one of my unreal imaginations again.

I returned the letter to the envelope, placing it on the bedside table.

"Thank you, Josh." I smiled at him, "but in the future, don't address me as Mrs Moore. Aryna would be better."

"Ah..." He scratched the back of his head, giving an awkward chuckle, "I apologize. I'd avoid that henceforth."

"Good," I muttered.

"Mr Sinclair has arranged a hotel for you to stay in until he's back. The driver is waiting outside. I'd accompany you as the doctor said you could be discharged now."

My gaze fell.

I rubbed my tummy.

It felt empty.

I was leaving the hospital without my baby. How was I ever going to survive the pain of his loss?

Just a day ago, I had been arguing in my head about the names to give him but now, he was gone.

I swallowed nothing, trying to bottle my tears.

I never planned for this.

I wanted to cry, but not when Josh was there.

I didn't want him to ask any questions. I might yell at him.

I nodded at Josh. "Very well."

"I'd get the nurse now to run a post-checkup."

Seeing Josh walk away, I let my tears stream down freely.

I had made a lot of mistakes in life, but none was greater than Ryan Moore.

I had given my everything to a devil. Someone who sucks at caring.

A bastard. Holland had the right name for him. He was indeed a shithead bastard and I regretted every second of my life with him.

I gazed around the VIP ward, looking at every single object in the room.

The white walls, the hospital bed, the marble floor. Especially the smell of antiseptic— I cried more.

Saving lives was my passion, but I let Ryan overcome it, putting his choice first as my only priority.

I remembered Holland's offer. His crisp voice rang in my head.

"I want you to divorce Ryan Moore and be mine. That way, we can work this out together—you and I. What do you say, Aryna? Are you willing to take my surname and erase that bastard's?"

I was stunned, but not for too long.

I had said "yes", accepting his offer and fixing a deal with the devil.

Everything about Holland Sinclair screamed danger and I just hoped I wasn't making another mistake.

All I wanted was revenge.

"Turn around, driver." I said, breaking the silence that clung to the atmosphere.

The car stopped, tires screeching and the engine puffing a sound as the driver got his feet off the brakes.

Josh turned to look at me, "Is there a problem, Mrs Mo..."

I flashed him a glare, "Aryna" my voice came out rigid. "Never forget, Josh."

"Madam would be better."

"Anyone."

"Why did you ask to turn around?"

"Drive to Moore's mansion," I ordered, my eyes never leaving outside the window.

Josh gasped, "The Moore's mansion?"

"Yes, I have to pick up my belongings before I return to the hotel."

"I'm sorry, I can't agree with that, Madam. Mr Sinclair would get angry. He asked to drive you down to the hotel and nowhere else."

I laughed darkly, my eyes narrowing with amusement and warning. "How about I get down and find my way? I guess that'd be better, isn't it?"

"B...but..."

"Okay!"

My hand slipped off the car handle. I turned to look at him, chuckling, "better."

He made a sign to the driver and the next second the car's engine roared to life again.

I didn't plan to go back to that mansion, but there was no way I was going to leave my late mom's jewelry box there.

My heart pricked as the image of her bedridden body was pictured in my head.

I clenched my teeth, shaking my head as I struggled to let away the memories of that night, but they just wouldn't go away.

I have held onto that jewelry box for ten years now. It was my mother's only gift to me and I cherished its significance.

Whenever I held it, I felt her presence. I couldn't afford to abandon it at Ryan's place.

It was Grandma Grace's gift to her....

Speaking about Grandma Grace...I just hoped she was doing fine.

I had promised to come back to see her yesterday but couldn't even make it.

If anything happened to her, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for it.

"We're here, madam." Josh's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I opened my eyes and setting my eyes on the tall mansion behind the large gates, I felt my blood boil.

This had been the prison I had been confined to for three years, but now....

I was ready to break away... completely.

Without ever looking back...