Divorcing My Cold Billionaire Husband But He Started Chasing Me Again

I HAD TO STAY in the hospital for a few days, as the doctor needed to thoroughly check on me before discharging me. I didn’t want to stay any longer, but Sarah and the other helpers at the mansion were so worried about me that, for their peace of mind, I agreed to remain there.

I still can’t accept it… my baby is really gone. The pain is relentless; I can’t even sleep peacefully at night without crying. I didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl.

But I’m grateful to Sarah for staying with me, even though I know I’ve been hard to deal with. I appreciate her patience; she never tires of being there for me, even though she must be exhausted from managing the household chores. She comes by whenever she has free time.

The next day, I took a deep breath as I watched Dylan standing at the side of my bed, holding out a neatly wrapped sandwich, his eyes filled with a hope I’d crushed so many times in the past days. I wanted to scream, to shove him away, but a part of me held back.

I’m so tired of him coming here. His presence tears me apart inside, and dealing with him drains the life out of me. So I tried to stay as calm as possible.

My gaze stayed on the window. The weather is nice today. It’s peaceful, but I can’t appreciate it because of the pain I feel inside… and because of the man I despise most right now, standing beside my hospital bed.

“Please, Elyse,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “just… hear me out.”

I didn’t answer. I stayed silent, acting as though I hadn’t heard him. I thought he would stop, but he kept talking.

“Y-You’re not serious about the divorce, right? It can’t be true. Take it back, please…” His voice trembled as if he were pleading. But despite his desperation, I couldn’t feel any empathy. Why should I? I was the one who got hurt here, both physically and emotionally.

“Why should I, Dylan? Nothing will change my decision. So stop coming here… it’s pointless. I want a divorce. That’s final,” I replied coldly, without any hint of emotion.

He sighed, shifting his weight as he looked down. “I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and we… lost our baby, but-”

“But you didn’t care enough to stop it from happening in the first place!” I snapped, my eyes glaring with anger that had been bubbling up for too long. “I saw those photos, Dylan. You looked… happy. With her. How dare you mention our baby? The truth is you don’t care… not about me, not about our unborn child. We’re nothing to you. That’s the damn truth!”

He blinked, taken aback. “Elyse, that… that wasn’t what it looked like. Of course, I care about you and our child! And that woman… she’s just… a friend. That’s all. Please, believe me.”

I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Really? Just a friend? Wow. Then how do you explain the Dylan I’ve seen online? I don’t recognize this man… someone who’s out with a famous model, laughing and having the time of his life while I was left… alone… struggling to save my… b-baby.” My voice cracked, and my eyes filled with tears.

“Elyse, please, just listen to me.” He stepped closer, desperation in his eyes, reaching out to me. But I pushed his hand away like he was something toxic. “I’m telling the truth. Nothing happened. We were at an event, yes, but it wasn’t-”

“T-Then why was your arm around her?” My voice broke, and I hated it. I couldn’t be this weak in front of him! “You two looked comfortable together. You make a great couple.” I chuckled sarcastically.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. It was as though he was scrambling to find something, anything, that would fix this, and coming up empty. I shook my head, half-expecting him to walk away, but he didn’t. He just stood there, pleading silently, looking lost.

I let out a bitter laugh. “You can say whatever you want. But I’m done. Let’s stop this,” I said coldly.

I half-expected him to get angry, to yell, but instead, he looked down at his hands, still clutching that sandwich with solemn eyes. No. I wouldn’t be swayed by the look in his eyes. I wouldn’t be moved.

“Elyse… don’t do this. Please,” he murmured, his voice barely holding together. “I… l-love you. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

A laugh escaped my lips as I shook my head. “You love me? Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe your lies? Not again, Dylan. And if you really did, you should’ve thought of that before getting involved with someone else,” I replied, my voice steady.

“I didn’t get involved with anyone. I wouldn’t do that to you. Why won’t you believe me, baby?”

“Because I’m tired of your lies, Dylan! I’m tired! I’m sick of this marriage! I was stupid to expect more from you when I should have known I’d never have your heart!”

Dylan shook his head in frustration. “Elyse, I swear on everything, nothing happened between us. I went to that event for work… you know how it is. You already have my heart in ways I didn’t expect. I only realized it too late,” he admitted.

I scoffed, turning away. “Stop it, Dylan. It won’t change anything. I don’t trust your words anymore.”

“Elyse…” His voice was softer now, broken. “I don’t know how to make you believe me. But I’m here, aren’t I? I’m here, trying everything I can to fix this…”

I swallowed hard, feeling the ache settle in my chest. Part of me wanted to believe him, to hope this was just a misunderstanding and he hadn’t hurt me like this. But the image of that photo was burned into my mind, a constant reminder of everything that had gone wrong.

“I don’t know, Dylan,” I whispered. “Maybe it’s just too late.”

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, breaking the silence. He glanced at it, his expression shifting as he read the name on the screen. He seemed uneasy, which made me curious about the caller.

“Who is it?” I asked sharply.

He looked up at me, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “It’s… it’s nothing,” he replied, looking away. He tried putting the phone back in his pocket, but I didn’t miss the caller’s name.

It was her… the famous model he chose to stay with on the night of our anniversary.

Celine Grant.