005: Please don't leave me

Elena

“Madam, welcome home.” I just got back to our home, but before I could walk through the front door, the butler rushed toward me, greeting me too enthusiastically for my liking. 

I didn't know what he was trying to do or say, but I was too exhausted to pay attention to anything else. I felt lightheaded and weak; hence, I only wished to take a warm bath, eat something, and have a shut-eye. I need the quiet for my peace of mind right now. 

“Benson, you're standing in my way. What's happening?” I could hear how faint my voice was. My situation was that bad, and I could pass out at any moment if care wasn't taken. 

I haven't had a single bite since yesterday's breakfast. 

“Madam, forgive my impudence, but it's not advisable that you go in right now. In fact, I suggest you sleep outside tonight.”

What the heck! Could someone tell me what was happening here? 

“Benson!” I used all the energy I could muster in calling out to him, and he could tell I was exhausted. More so, I wasn't in the mood for any games. 

“Madam, the boss is inside. He looked so pissed when he came back. I would suggest that you don't meet him until after his anger subsides.” 

“Ronan is here?” I know we share this house, but when I left the hospital, Ronan was still with Auntie. I just didn't expect him to be here so soon. 

But why was he so angry that Benson wanted me to stay away from him? This wouldn't be because of my earlier visit to the old house, right? Besides, the doctor already assured us that Uncle Simpson would make a full recovery soon. 

“Madam… Madam…” 

I sidestepped Benson and rushed toward our bedroom. Whatever the problem was, we could talk it out. I planned to have a heart-to-heart talk with my husband anyway. 

As soon as I opened the bedroom door, Ronan turned around and locked gazes with me. He still had that same look as if he were spitting fire with his eyes. 

Benson was right. He looked extremely pissed, and the hatred in his eyes was palpable. 

Why would Ronan have so much hatred for me? 

I accept I'm a little selfish for wanting to spend my last days with him. However, a few months beside me shouldn't be anything compared to how long he had to stay with Darcy after I was gone, right? I only wanted my husband to accompany me on this journey. It would be too lonely without Ronan beside me.

“Speak of the devil!” Ronan declared mockingly while striding towards me with a cold expression. 

A devil? Ronan called me a devil? Could I have fallen so low in his eyes because I became wistful for once? All this because I visited his father to prevent our divorce? 

“Give it to me!” He demanded without giving any explanations, and I could only wonder what he meant by ‘it’ 

I didn't take anything from Ronan, did I? 

“Ronan, please calm down. If you tell me what you're looking for, I can help you find it. I…” 

My words were cut short when he scowled darkly. Before I could say Jack, Ronan was standing right in front of me. Even the air would need permission to pass between Ronan and me.

I felt shaken at first, thinking about what would become of me if he decided to beat me to a pulp. However, my mind played out in time, and the beautiful memories of our childhood emerged in my head. 

No! Ronan is not a woman beater. I could bet my last card on that; at least I knew him that much. 

“Where the fuck is the divorce document? I asked you to sign the papers at dawn, so why do I not see it anywhere?” He bellowed, jolting me from my thoughts.

My heart plummeted at Ronan's words, and I had to take a few steps back to steady myself.

I held my forehead in my palm and leaned against the door for support. My body was shaking, causing my legs to wobble. However, I didn't dare to move another inch, as Ronan blocked my path. I knew he wouldn't move, but I wasn't scared of him either. 

He would never lay his hands on me. 

With those thoughts filling my head, my eyes finally scanned the scattered bedroom with documents flying everywhere. There were clothes on the floor, and everything on my dressing table was lying on the floor also. 

My body lotions, perfumes, makeup kit…

Everything was a mess, and even the broken shards of glass didn't go unnoticed by me.

“Don't waste my time, damn it! Where is the divorce agreement I gave you?” 

Ronan suddenly grabbed my arm so tightly that I didn't dare to move. I felt like he could break my bones if I made a wrong move. 

Just as fast as he grabbed me, he let go and watched with conflicting emotions as I hissed in pain. 

My arm became red, and a stinging feeling assaulted my senses. I knew I had to get an icepack quickly, but what if he grabbed me once again?

“R... Ronan, why don't you calm down and take a seat?" Let's talk about this, please. I have something to discuss with you.” I tried to act as normal as I could, but Ronan could tell the fear in my voice. 

“I didn't mean to hurt you, Elena.” Ronan pleaded in a small voice that could only be described as a whisper. Even though he didn't speak loudly, I still heard him, and at that point, all the butterflies in my stomach broke loose. 

“I… It's okay, Ronan. I’ll be fine.” I assured in an equally small voice. Ronan was running his hands through his hair, messing it up. He looked frustrated, just like me. 

Looking my husband up and down, I suddenly wished I was the one running my hands through his smooth and silky hair. 

My nostrils were soon filled with nothing but his manly scent that I could always make out, even among a thousand men. The scent was intoxicating, and all I wished for was to be enveloped in his embrace. 

I knew I would miss being in his arms, but I guess I could enjoy this while it lasted. 

Many people feared Ronan Simpson because of his cold nature and the tendency to keep others at arm's length. However, he was always nice to me. Until Darcy confessed her feelings to Ronan in college, I was the centre of his world. 

How could I bring back those days and enjoy my husband before exiting this lonely world? 

All I wanted was for Ronan to embrace me every night, pat my head, and lull me to sleep. I wanted him to be by my side, even if he didn't want to. Even if his heart belonged to Darcy, I could still borrow him for a few months, right?

Without thinking twice, I wound my arms around Ronan's waist and slammed my body into his. 

“Hubby, please, don't leave me.” There was a silent pause, but I didn't relent. “Please, Ronan. I love you too much to lose you. My love, stay with me, please.”

I didn't care about the picture Darcy sent anymore. I didn't even care if he slept with her. All I wanted was for my husband to make my last days less painful. 

I placed my head on his chest and listened to Ronan's heartbeat. I could feel him breathing onto the skin at the back of my neck, as he was a head taller than me. He was also more built and just too gorgeous for a man. 

I’d do anything to remain in Ronan's embrace like this. 

“I am not a beast, Elena, so why do you enjoy bringing out the worst in me?”