Chapter 72 She Left Me
"Why?" Bryce asked, wondering if his father had said anything to her.
"I don't want to be married to you anymore," Angela replied, because she didn't want to tell him she was requesting a divorce, because she thought his family had something to do with her parents' murder.
"Why?" Bryce asked again, feeling uneasy hearing her request for a divorce.
Why does she want a divorce now that she is carrying his child? Is it a way to run away with his child?
"Our marriage was a wrong idea. We were not supposed to be married in the first place," Angela replied. "It is never too late to rectify a mistake. It's only been like four months. We are not compatible. We may have some che ... er some er, chemistry, when we are, erm," she stammered, trying to make her last statement as her eyes looked everywhere except him while she fidgeted with her hand and the cover cloth.
She cleared her throat and continued.
"When, erm, you know," Angela said, and Bryce frowned, trying to understand what she was trying to say. "But that is not enough. We don't connect in any other way," she added.
Bryce processed her statement and her actions and understood she was talking about their chemistry when it comes to intimacy. Yes, he won't deny the fact that they have an extraordinary chemistry during intimacy, which gets better each time they get intimate. But that wasn't the only thing working between them.
"How about our work relationship?" Bryce asked, trying to convince her they were good together.
Hearing her ask for a divorce brings to mind the thought of not seeing her again. He would not be able to get close to her again, and that got his heart racing. He didn't want her to go. He may have married her because she was the first woman he slept with, but now he wanted her around.
"Look at what we have achieved together," Bryce pointed out.
"I messed up. I broke company rules. I created the company's first scandal," Angela said, almost yelling. "I am not doing anything right. I am just moving from one trouble to another. Mr President, this is not working. It won't work, and we can't keep punishing ourselves just because we took each other's virginity. That is not a reason for marriage. Marriage goes beyond that," she added, but her heart trembled, breaking into multiple bits, and she didn't understand why.
Bryce leaned in and, holding her by the chin, he silenced her with a kiss. Angela didn't protest. She kissed him back. She ran her hand on his hand up to his shoulder and ended up wrapping her hand around his neck. Bryce moved his hand to her chest and squeezed her breast gently through her dress, and she gasped, enjoying the pleasure of his hand.
"You still feel. We don't connect?" Bryce whispered against her neck, and Angela couldn't respond because her emotions, thoughts and body were in chaos.
She was torn between her body yearning for the amazing pleasure she gets from him and putting a stop to everything. She remembered the artefact and snapped out of the moment. She pushed against his chest gently as she tried to steady her breathing. It was obvious she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When and how they built this strong connection, they didn't know, but they both knew they wanted to be together.
"Bryce, I am sorry. Let's not force something that isn't there," Angela said with traces of pain in her voice.
"Are we forcing anything?" Bryce said and ran his hand on her thigh, and her breathing became unsteady.
Angela felt her lady door already flooding her underwear. She clenched her thighs together even though she was yearning to feel his hand travel up her thigh to her centre. He was in no different condition as he felt a part of him wanting to come out of the closed garage. If not for the inner pants he wore in his trousers, there would be a visible bulge on the front of his trousers.
Looking at Bryce, Angela knew Bryce was not involved in her parents' murder and might not even know anything because he was also just a child like her at the time. Her fear, for which reason she wants to leave, is that seeing the artefact hidden and not even on display tells her Bryce's father or someone within the family had her parents murdered, and she could also be a target if she stays with Bryce. Someone gave the command for her parents to be killed, and that person she was sure was in Bryce's family or connected to Bryce's family.
Angela stared at Bryce, alternating her gaze between his face and his lips, but quickly lowered her head and pushed his hand away from her.
Bryce sat back on the chair, putting some space between them, but held her hand in his, rubbing the back of her hand affectionately.
"Our marriage is not even six months old. We can't process a divorce even if we want to," Bryce pointed out with a frown.
"Fine, we can start the process after six months. Now, I want to go back to my family," Angela said, staring at Bryce, but she quickly lowered her head, realising the thought of leaving him was breaking her.
Deep down, she didn't want to leave him.
From the beginning, she was forced into the marriage with him, but after staying with him for four months, she knew she liked him. Finding his father's artefact, which was taken away by one of the murderers of his parents, in Bryce's family home, made her question her safety around Bryce.
"Angela, you are pregnant. Four weeks have already gone by. I can't let you leave now. I want to be a part of this child's development all through till he or she is born, and I will raise him or her and watch him or her grow. That is my seed growing inside of you. A part of me is growing inside you right now, and I can't part with it," Bryce said, and Angela was surprised.
It now occurred to her that all the dizziness she felt, the morning sickness, loss of appetite and all were signs of pregnancy. She did a quick calculation in her mind and realised it's been more than a month since she last had her period. Her hand moved to her belly while she sat on the bed in a daze.
"I am pregnant?" Angela whispered on her lips, a little surprised.
"Yes, and that is another reason we can't get a divorce now. This child needs a home to be born into. And like I said, I can't part with a part of me growing inside you," Bryce repeated, feeling happy he was not going to lose her after all. "We can have this conversation again after the child is born. For now, we are not getting a divorce," he said firmly.
Angela sat on the bed, still processing the news about her pregnancy. How could she be pregnant at this moment? If Bryce's family has something to do with her parents' murder, it only means she was going to have a child for the family of her parents' murderers.
This is too much, Angela thought as she remained frozen on the bed.
"It's still early, I will get you something to eat," Bryce said and exited the ward.
He returned half an hour later to meet an empty ward. He stepped out and found a doctor walking in the hallway.
"Where is my wife?" Bryce asked. "The woman in this ward," he added.
"Oh, Mrs Moore. She was discharged twenty minutes ago," the doctor replied.
Bryce left immediately and pulled his phone out of his pocket with one hand while carrying the package of food in the other.
"Search the hospital premises for Angela. Make sure she doesn't leave this place, and be careful when handling her. She is very fragile now," Bryce instructed Marcus.
At the hospital reception, he dropped the package of food on the desk for the receptionist.
"A gift from Mr Moore," he said, and the receptionist smiled, recognising who he was immediately.
Bryce walked out of the hospital before a crowd could gather with his identity disclosed. He is popularly known by his name, but very few have seen his face.
Outside the hospital, Marcus reported back to Bryce that Angela was nowhere to be found. She was long gone.
"Find her," Bryce ordered and sat in the back seat of the car trying to reach Angela on the phone, but she was not answering, and eventually, she turned off her phone.
"Fuck! She left me," Bryce thought.