Divorced : My Ex-Begs for My Return

Chapter 4 Forgive Us

Maybe the pain was too much to bear, or maybe I just couldn't deal with these people anymore. I didn't want to argue; all I wanted was to leave quickly.

Arguing to defend my last shred of dignity would only make things worse for me.

I mocked myself inwardly but kept a calm exterior.

"Alright, I accept your apology," I said, with a touch of coolness. "But next time, Ms. Miller, Ms. Kidd, when you run into someone, please apologize sincerely, instead of just adding insult to injury."

Alice's face stiffened, her expression faltering as I dragged my battered body, b****y and broken, toward the nurse.

"Miss, could you help me?" I asked softly, barely able to speak.

Perhaps my exhausted face made her sympathize. The nurse nodded and gently supported me as she guided me to the infirmary.

Behind me, I heard Alice, clearly guilty, speaking to Ellentt. "Darling, it's all my fault. If I hadn't gotten that stomach issue, Nicole wouldn't have been in such a rush, and Ms. Harper wouldn't have been hurt."

She cried, her voice heavy with remorse. "I just hope Aurora can forgive us."

Ellentt's cold, emotionless reply came almost immediately. "Don't cry. Heartless people like her aren't worth your tears."

'Heartless? Me? Who's really heartless here?'

Five years of loving him, and this was what I get: a dismissal. I wasn't even worth his concern.

I closed my eyes, and more tears flowed. My body had been broken, and my soul was close to the breaking point. I finally collapsed, and everything went black.

When I woke up, the room was dark, and the light in the hospital room was dim and grey. I could sense someone moving around me, gently wiping my face with a warm towel.

My Grandma Amanda's worried face appeared. "Aurora, sweetheart, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt?"

I stared at her for a long time. A wave of sorrow and helplessness flooded my chest, and all I could do was cry silently, overwhelmed by everything.

I forced myself to stop the tears and smiled weakly. "Grandma, I'm fine. I'm feeling much better now."

But Grandma, who raised me, knew better. She knew I was holding it all in.

She pulled me into her arms and cried. "Aurora, don't keep things from me. Tell me who did this to you!"

"Grandma, please don't cry. No one hurt me," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Grandma had worked so hard to raise me and my sister. Now that she was old, I couldn't bear to add more worry to her heart, no matter how tough life got.

I wanted to offer her a tissue, but my arms felt too weak. I could only look at her, aching with sorrow.

Grandma held my hand, wiping her tears away. "Aurora, you need to rest. You're injured all over. They just removed the glass from your skin. You need time to heal."

I stayed still, feeling a little relief from the removal of the glass shards.

Grandma Amanda tucked the blanket around me and went to get some food. "You've always been such a good girl, never giving me any trouble. If Alice hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known you collapsed at the hospital."

My heart skipped a beat. "Grandma, how did Alice get your number?"

Grandma shrugged, trying to calm me. "Probably from the hospital. Don't worry about it. Just eat something. You need to keep your strength up."

A sinking feeling took over me. If Nasar could get information about Lucy, now Alice had my grandmother's number... What was she planning?

Grandma carefully fed me a spoonful of food, and I forced myself to swallow, though my stomach churned.

"The doctor said you're really weak," Grandma continued gently. "Besides your injuries, your uterus..."

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly interrupted, "It must have been from the fall. I probably hit something."

My tone was sharp, and I could tell Grandma noticed. She paused, watching me closely.

I managed a small smile, feeling exhausted. I wasn't sure how to explain things to her, "Grandma, my uterus just needs some time to heal. Next time... I'll take better care of myself."

My voice cracked, thinking of the child I lost, the one I couldn't protect.

It was a pain too deep to bear, but I kept the tears at bay, forcing a light tone. "Next time, I'll protect myself better. I won't let anything happen to me."

Grandma seemed to relax, but her eyes still carried a trace of doubt. After a long pause, she cautiously asked, "Sweetheart, tell me, are you...?"

Before she could finish, I snapped, "No! Grandma, I'm tired. Please... just stop."

I knew I shouldn't have reacted like that, but I couldn't control it. Guilt overwhelmed me, and I couldn't meet her eyes, afraid of seeing disappointment there.

Grandma didn't press me further, sensing my fragility. She soothed me softly, "Alright, no more questions. Just rest, dear. I'll go check on your sister, and then I'll be back to stay with you. You need to be strong."

She brushed my face tenderly before leaving to be with my sister.

As the night deepened, I watched the sky turn dark, knowing Grandma wouldn't be back for a while.

I hoped she'd stay with my sister longer—so that even if she was sick, she wouldn't be scared. After all, Nasar would have people monitoring her.

Time dragged on, but sleep wouldn't come. I lay wide awake, feeling a strange weight in the room.

An eerie, uncomfortable energy filled the space. I instinctively turned toward the window. There, in the darkness, a tall, imposing figure stood.

A man, dressed in a suit, his silhouette sharp and distant. The lighting was too dim to make out his face clearly.

Fear surged through me. Was this someone Nasar had sent to punish me? In my current state, I was utterly helpless, unable to fight back or escape.

I asked, my voice trembling, "What do you want?"

The man didn't answer. His figure shifted in the shadows, sending a chill down my spine. I instinctively reached out to hit the call button.

Before I could, he crossed the room in two swift strides, his hand stopping mine.

His fingers were cold, but his scent was unmistakable. The warmth wrapped around me, and in that moment, I knew exactly who it was.

Ellentt flicked the light on, and his handsome face appeared before me. His cold, indifferent gaze locked onto mine. His presence made me want to hide beneath the covers.

He repeated my question slowly, almost mockingly, "What are you going to do?"

My heart skipped, and for a moment, I was drawn to the depth of his voice—so magnetic, so full of unspoken emotions.

I tried to steady my breath, looking at his cold expression, before hesitantly speaking. "I..."

"Why did you do it?" he asked, his piercing blue eyes burning with intensity. "Why did you get rid of the baby?"

So, he did care. He hadn't forgotten. My heart sank as I realized the gravity of what he was asking.

His gaze fell to my stomach, empty and silent, a cruel reminder of the life that could have been.

Pain gripped my heart, suffocating me. I wanted to scream at him, ask him why he couldn't just let go, why he couldn't save either of us!

"Why?!" His hands tightened on my shoulders, hard enough to make me think he might crush me.

"Why?!" I screamed in agony, remembering the child I'd lost. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. "Fine, I'll tell you why."

Ellentt's grip loosened when he saw my tears. I saw the exhaustion in his eyes, the same pain that I felt. Despite everything, I wanted to reach out, to comfort him, to feel his warmth just once.

Just once, I decided. I'd let myself be vulnerable. I hesitated, but then I reached out, wrapping my arms around him, my voice choked with emotion. "Ellentt, it wasn't my choice... I didn't want to lose the baby..."