Semua Bab Too Late for the Love I Deserved: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I ended up in the ICU after a miscarriage that left me bleeding out. My organs were failing, and my life was hanging by a thread.Ironically, my husband, Greyson Kirk, was the one who caused it.It happened on his birthday. I'd spent hours preparing. I made a lavish dinner, baked a cake, and decorated our home with a romantic glow.I bought him designer gifts, too, but the real surprise was something far more precious. I was pregnant.The baby didn't come easily. We had tried it for five years. His arrival presented a chance to mend our fractured marriage.I chose Greyson's birthday to share the news, hoping it would bring us closer. But when he walked in, he barely noticed my efforts.He changed clothes in a rush, muttering that Emily Davis, his old crush, was in the hospital and needed him.As he headed for the door, I grabbed his arm. "I did all this for you, and I have something important to tell you."Greyson shook off my hand. "Emily's alone right now. I have to go."My

The voicemail's cold beep was the only reply Greyson received.He seethed for a while. Then he put away his phone and stormed back to Emily's place.After a month of traveling with her, he looked drained. When he mentioned he was hungry, she chirped, "I'll order takeout. What do you feel like?"Greyson frowned at the suggestion. Weeks of restaurant food and street eats had taken a toll on his stomach.Emily failed to sense his reluctance, and he masked it with a smile. "Whatever you want is fine."But I knew he was craving homemade food.He had a fragile stomach, and he was fussy about food. He hated onions, peanut oil, organ meats, and fish with tiny bones. I'd memorized his preferences, tailoring every meal to his tastes.When work dinners left him sick, I'd prepare light dishes to soothe his stomach and lift his spirits.He never appreciated it. To him, my efforts were just the duty of a wife he provided for.Emily, on the other hand, was his princess.She was born with a

Holly hung up, cutting off his tirade. Greyson hadn't expected that one day he would lose his temper because of me.He was still restless when he went back to Emily's place. He paced and muttered to himself, "How dare she ghost me like this? She's just avoiding divorce. Shannon, I know what you're afraid of. Playing dead? I didn't think you had it in you."I hovered beside him with a bitter smile. My fear was losing our home, the marriage I'd fought to save. I'd poured my heart into it, only for him to trample it.Emily tried to calm him. "Don't get so worked up. Shannon is probably mad about us. It's just like when she pushed me down the stairs. I know she didn't mean it. Maybe I should apologize to her..."She pouted, curling into his arms. Greyson held her, still fuming. "Why should she be mad? Her mother told me she was dying. I'd be a fool if I believed that. She'd rather die than let me go."After venting his frustration, he calmed down.He ran his fingers through his hai

Drifting into his dream from our memories, Greyson slept soundly in our bed, more at peace than during his restless hotel nights.The next morning, he called a cleaning service.The cleaner was talkative and efficient. After clearing the spoiled food, she started to clean the house.On the balcony, she saw a pot of wilted plants and sighed, "Your wife must've loved life. These flowers and plants were well cared for. Such a pity they're gone."My chest tightened as I watched her gently caressing the withered leaves. Those plants, nurtured with such care, meant more to me than Greyson.When Greyson heard her words, his face was unreadable. I braced for his anger, but he muttered, "Yeah, she liked that stuff."The cleaner sensed his bad mood and stopped talking. Once she finished cleaning the balcony, she moved to the closet, gasping, "This is the tidiest wardrobe I've ever seen."The clothes were meticulously arranged, sorted by color, season, and Greyson's habits. I ensured he ne

Greyson wasn't hearing it.His face twitched, and he leaped up. "I need to see Shannon. She's not dying. Miscarriage? We couldn't have kids for five years. She's faking it."He lunged for the door, but the officers tackled him, cuffing him as he thrashed. "Let me see her! She's alive! She must be!"I looked at his bloodshot eyes and twisted expression, shaking my head.My death would free him to be with Emily. He was supposed to be happy about it. Yet his reaction was quite the opposite.His screams echoed through the station until he collapsed, banging his forehead on the floor. "Let me see her. No, I don't believe she is dying. Shannon, don't be so cruel. I'm sorry, I messed up. Come back to me."His reaction shocked me. Finding it hard to believe, I crouched down to see his face. It was tear-soaked.He sobbed, pleading, "Please, just one look. She loves me so much. She can't die."The officers didn't budge. They contacted my mom, reviewed security footage, and confirmed I co