Chapter 162
Gregory clenched his jaw tightly.
Anathea had really left him.
Martin spoke up cautiously, “Mr. Sinclair, the date on the divorce agreement is from a month ago.”
Gregory’s eyes dropped to the bottom of the page.
It really was a month ago. Anathea had planned to leave him a whole month ago.
At that moment, Gregory stood frozen with his eyes cast down. It was like someone had hammered him to the ground, turning him into a statue.
It felt like a claw had ripped straight through his chest.
And then came the voice of the one to blame, whispering in his ear. “So, Gregory Sinclair, how does it feel? You’ve always had someone by your side. Suddenly, it’s just you. And from now on, it always be just you.”
A crushing wave of emptiness slammed into him, drowning him instantly.
Gregory gripped the divorce agreement so tightly that his fingertips turned white.
And even then, he didn’t realize that Anathea had left him something far worse than a farewell and divorce agreement.
His phone had been ringing nonstop, but it was like he couldn’t even hear it.
Martin finally couldn’t take it anymore. Quietly, he picked up the phone and handed it over. “Mr. Sinclair, it’s from an unknown number.”
An unknown number?
Something flickered in Gregory’s lifeless eyes. Maybe it was Anathea.
He answered right away.
But the second he heard a stranger’s voice, whatever hope had sparked inside him instantly died again.
It wasn’t Anathea.
He wanted to hang up, but the person on the other end said, “Hi, I’m looking for Ms. Anathea Jacobson.”
Gregory’s hand froze. His voice turned to ice. “Why?”
“I–I’m calling from the hospital…” The nurse on the other end clearly shrank under the chill in his tone. Her voice turned shaky.
“A–According to her pregnancy schedule, she was supposed to come in for a follow–up today. And last time she came in, her early test results weren’t looking great.
“She showed signs of a potential miscarriage. T–That’s why we’ve been trying to notify her to come in for regular prenatal checkups.”
Though the sky outside was clear, Gregory’s inner world was shrouded by dark, ominous clouds. A thunderous roar followed by a blinding flash of lightning erupted.
He could almost see the mix of emotions Anathea must have felt when she’d received the news.
She must have been happy, knowing she was carrying his child.
But at the same time, there was sorrow–because she was having another child with him, yet she’d already planned to leave.
He could almost imagine how conflicted she must have been during that time.
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And what had he been doing then?
He’d buried himself in the mountains of paperwork on his desk, trying to numb himself with work. He’d refused to see her because he felt that he should hate her, not miss her.
He’d preferred to deceive himself. Even though the phone was right there, he’d refused to reach for it, to dial Anathea’s number and hear her voice.
In his misguided stubbornness, he’d slowly lost any trace of her.
He could hardly bear to think that Anathea, who was so delicate and had loved him so deeply, had never even considered sharing something as significant as a pregnancy with him.
She wasn’t like this when she was pregnant with Xander.
The scene from five years ago seemed to unfold before his
Anathea, with a faint blush of shyness and joy on her fair face, handed him the pregnancy test with both hands.
With eager anticipation, she softly said, “Gregory, I’m pregnant.”
What had his reaction been back then?
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