Chapter 2 Want A Divorce? I’ll Help You
I wanted to tell him we were having another baby. Maybe a little girl, one who’d be as beautiful as him
But before I could get the words out, Claire suddenly cried out clutching her stomach, “Vincent, I feel terrible-*
“What’s wrong?” Vincent immediately turned to her, his concern slicing through my heart. The way he looked at her–he’d never looked at me like that.
They say eyes don’t lie. Whether it’s love or something else–it was painfully obvious.
“It’s my stomach. I didn’t eat on the plane–1 can’t stand airplane food. Claire pressed her hand against her stomach, and leaned on Vincent, looking fragile and pitiful.
“How old are you now? You still can’t take care of yourself!” Vincent scolded, but his eyes were full of tenderness and worry,
“Gabby, whatever’s going on, we’ll talk later. I need to take Claire to the hospital–she’s not feeling well.” Vincent glanced at me, his face softening in what looked like an apology.
Without another word, he scooped Claire up and carried her to his car. The driver sped off immediately.
I suddenly felt so small, his eyes were only on my sister. He didn’t even look back at me.
Suddenly, I felt pathetic. Laughing through my tears, I bent down to pick up the forgotten pregnancy test results, then ripped it to pieces in a burst of emotion.
As the shredded paper fluttered around me, I managed a bitter smile.
Vincent, if you’d just looked once, just once, you would’ve known we were having another baby.
But you didn’t.
I touched my still–flat stomach. Maybe this was God’s plan. Maybe I sighed–this baby’s timing wasn’t right.
Maybe I needed to re–evaluate this marriage.
Just then, I heard the screech of brakes. For a split second, I thought Vincent had returned, but when I turned, I saw a limited edition Koenigsegg.
The car was hard to miss–people were turning their heads to look. I frowned, thinking it looked familiar…
Then a tall, handsome man stepped out. He wore a tailored suit that fit his athletic frame, his features striking, and chiseled.
It was Vincent’s youngest uncle, Ryan Hudson.
I’d always thought Vincent was impressive, but Ryan–some people were just born with everything.
Ryan was only a few years older than Vincent, but despite his wealthy background, he’d carved his own path. He’d started his own law practice young and was now Harborbrook’s most renowned attorney.
In legal circles, his authority was unquestionable. They said he’d never lost a case.
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“Gabrielle?” Ryan’s voice cut through my thoughts, his deep eyes holding something I couldn’t quite read. “Why are you crying here alone? Where’s Vincent?”
I was surprised he even spoke to me. Since marrying Vincent, I’d occasionally visited the Hudson family mansion, but this mysterious youngest uncle was hardly ever around–I could count the times. we’d met on one hand.
“No, it’s just the wind,” I quickly composed myself and smiled, “Uncle Ryan, are you looking for Vincent? He’s not at the office.”
“Just passing by. Need a ride home? It’s on my way.” He casually gestured to his car, his ease almost disarming
Tim not going home,” I shook my head. “I’m heading to St. Jude’s Hospital.”
“Perfect, that’s on my way too.” Ryan’s lips curved slightly, “Hop in.”
I didn’t refuse again. After all, standing out here looking like a mess in front of Hudson Enterprises wasn’t exactly dignified.
The car ride was silent.
To be honest, I really admired him. As a former law student at Harborbrook University, I knew Ryan’s name was legendary in legal circles.
I once dreamed of becoming a successful attorney like him, but then…
After marrying Vincent, I became a housewife. My dreams seemed to drift further and further away.
The silence stretched on until we reached St. Jude’s Hospital.
Thanks,” I said as I opened the door, genuinely grateful.
But as I turned to leave, something caught my eye that made my blood run cold.
At the hospital entrance, Claire was nestled in Vincent’s arms, all smiles, acting cute and clingy.
Vincent had draped his jacket over her shoulders and seemed to be giving her instructions about something.
They looked so intimate–suddenly, I felt like the outsider.
Fighting back tears, and struggling to maintain my composure, I heard a car horn behind me. When I turned around, I saw that Ryan hadn’t left yet.
He was leaning on the car window, a faint smile on his lips, “Want a divorce? I’ll help you.”
His sudden, out–of–nowhere comment left me staring at him in shock.
