Chapter 6

Jayden’s POV

"I don't feel too good." Katherine staggered slightly, putting her palm over her face. I held her waist so she wouldn't fall to the ground, peering into her face that grew pale.

I helped her to my car and then sped to the hospital. "How are you feeling now?" I asked often, glancing at her as I continued to speed down the road.

She was starting to wheeze, taking sharp breaths. I knew what it was—an asthma attack.

I surfed through her purse and found her inhaler. My attention was divided between the road and her. I pumped it down her lungs, but there didn't seem to be any improvement.

"Please hold on; we'll be at the hospital soon." Her eyes got teary. The gasps didn't stop. I drove above the speed limit, not caring about anything else but her. Soon, I was at the hospital. She was wheeled in and given prompt attention. She was almost unconscious. "Is she going to be okay?" I asked the doctor who walked out of her hospital room, taking his gloves off his hands.

"We are trying our best," he responded. "There's nothing clogging her lungs, so I don't understand why she's having the attack. It's harder for us to manage because we don't know her history, but I assure you that we are trying our best."

“Alright. Get her a VIP room and your best nurses.

I drew in air and shut my eyes, using my thumb to wipe the sweat trickling down my face. I dipped my hand into my pocket.

I was about to call Danielle .

I wanted to tell her that I'd be home late. And then it dawned on me. I had forgotten my phone at the office. It was with Benny.

I drove back to the office, picked it up, and headed home.

I couldn't understand why I was in a hurry to get home since I didn't like Danielle. Besides, wasn't Katherine the woman whom I truly wanted to be with? Yet, I left her by herself at the hospital to be with Danielle.

I got home to meet Danielle waiting for me. The worried expression on her face softened my heart a bit, but I was in no mood for small talk. It was chilly outside, and my stomach growled as the aroma from the kitchen filled my nose. "I'm hungry," I said, ignoring her attempts to start a conversation because I just wanted to be left alone.

She was quick to dish out my meal for me. After two scoops, I couldn't pretend. It was terrible. "Did you make this?" I asked, wondering what she spent the whole day doing if she couldn't fix a proper meal. She nodded in negation, explaining that the chef made the meal.

I had a long day at work; I was scared shitless from Katherine's episode, and I hadn't eaten lunch by 7 p.m. I deserved better than a bland microwaved turkey. "I work fifteen hours a day, Danielle. Yet you can't fix a proper meal because you're pregnant." I guess I was a bit harsh on her, so I excused myself, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

She understood that I was simply exhausted and tried fixing me something fresh, but in the process, she hurt herself. I heard a sharp cry from the kitchen and rushed to her, washed over by guilt.

I was shocked to find out that it was a light cut on her finger.

Anger bubbled up from within me because this was Danielle's attitude for as long as I had known her, and it was disgusting. She would do anything for attention. A sigh left my lips as I returned to the living room. Her drama was becoming unbearable.

A part of me wanted to help her clean the wound, but that would only be me encouraging her behavior.

"Where are you, Jayden?" I got a message from Katherine.

I was swift to respond. "Hey... I'm so happy that you're awake now. How are you feeling?"

"Not much better, Jayden. Where are you?"

"I'm at home. I'll check in on you tomorrow."

"I don't think that'll be necessary if you want to keep playing games. You have to pick a side. Divorce her or never set your eyes on me again." It was a tough choice, but I chose Katherine.

Days later, I was sitting in my empty mansion, reflecting on my choices.

How long has it been since the last time I came back to sleep?

It felt so cold in it, and without Danielle, it looks even emptier.

Suddenly, I wasn't sure if I was right for not choosing Danielle. I had been too emotional and overwhelmed with Katherine's persistent demands; I hadn't thought about my actions.

After my divorce with Danielle, I spent the next few days caring for Katherine, but sadly, that did not bring me the peace that I thought it would.

Hearing that Danielle lost our baby wrenched my heart. And it looked like I was the last one to know it!

I was wrong for putting her through so much. Everything that happened was my fault.

I did try to apologize when I visited her in the hospital, but Fred was getting on my nerves. It was all my fault. I was being too arrogant.

If I hadn't treated her badly, Fred wouldn't have found a way to her heart.

A call interrupted my train of thoughts. It was my assistant calling. After ignoring her a few times, I picked up.

"I'm sorry to bother you, boss. But this is an emergency."

"Go on." I dryly replied.

"Katherine contacted me, boss. She says she has been trying to reach you. I think it has to do with her health."

I sighed. "I don't have the time to deal with her. I'll send someone else to look after her. Is this why you wanted to blow up my phone?"

"No, boss," she slowly replied. "I saw something on the news. Fred just announced to journalists that his company will be collaborating with your wife. He hyped her as a brilliant businesswoman, and he claims that whatever they are launching is going to be major."

"She is my wife," I retorted, feeling jealous within me.