Chapter 136 This Record Is Mine
Grace opened Facebook and saw a file from Dylan, asking her to print it.
She set it aside and looked up, wanting to talk to Henry.
But Henry was already heading upstairs, saying, "If you have something to say, wait until I get back from abroad."
The spring sunlight was perfect, but Grace felt a chill.
She watched Henry's dignified back and softly said, "Henry, you say I don't treat you like a husband, but do you treat me like a wife? You have ambiguous relationships with other women. With Esme, you say it's to annoy me, but what about Elodie? Now you're going abroad to be with her, and you don't even have time to listen to me."
Henry stopped.
After a moment, he turned and looked at her. "So what do you want to talk about?"
Just as Grace was about to speak, his phone rang.
Henry answered the call, glanced at Grace, and went upstairs.
In the dining room, Grace sat alone.
The servant gently said, "Mrs. Montague, please have breakfast first."
Grace had no appetite. She remembered the file Dylan sent and stood up, saying, "I'll eat later."
The servant looked worried.
Grace went to the study and printed the file.
As she reached for it, she accidentally hit the button on the record player, and the room filled with violin music.
Grace froze. Why did this piece sound so familiar?
She realized it was the one she had recorded years ago in memory of Donna, which had mysteriously disappeared. Why was it here with Henry?
From the doorway, Henry's cold voice asked, "What are you looking at?"
He walked in, keeping a distance.
The study was so quiet it was suffocating.
Grace held up the record, her lips trembling, "Henry, why is this here with you?"
Henry's gaze turned colder.
That record contained the piece that had awakened him back then. Every time he had insomnia, he would listen to it. He thought his feelings for Elodie were not just guilt and compensation; he had genuinely been moved by her. He still remembered the tremor when he woke up.
Every man had secrets he didn't want his wife to discover.
Henry waved his hand, his tone severe, "Put it down and get out!"
As he waved, a photo fell from the desk, landing at Grace's feet.
Grace bent down and picked it up.
In the photo, Elodie was wearing a white dress, eyes closed, playing the violin. The background was the special ward of the Montague Group's hospital, and the time was when they had reconciled, on that snowy night.
Grace's pale fingers began to tremble. How ridiculous! Truly ridiculous!
Grace thought the beginning of her marriage to Henry was absurd enough, but now the reason she lost her dreams was even more absurd. It was because Elodie had stolen her record and impersonated her.
Elodie enjoyed Henry's care.
She brazenly provoked her, the wife.
Elodie entangled and hurt her, causing her to lose her dreams. Henry, indifferent, still treated Elodie's illness, still cared for her family, while he didn't even have time to listen to Grace say, "I'm pregnant."
And he said he loved her!
He said he loved and hated her because she was in pain!
How laughable! Truly laughable!
Grace held up the record, her voice trembling. "Henry, this record is mine! It never belonged to Elodie!"
Henry frowned. "Grace, stop making a fuss! I know you don't want me to go abroad, but you can't make up such lies! This record was given to me by Elodie's father himself!"
Under the crystal chandelier, Grace's face was pale.
Henry told her to stop making a fuss, said she was making up lies.
Grace lowered her eyes slightly. How laughable, knowing she was pregnant, she still thought about mending their relationship, still thought about being gentle parents together!
It turned out, these were just her wishful thinking. It turned out, all his words couldn't compare to the deep feelings he had for a piece of record.
The greatest sorrow is a heart that has died, and that was Grace's feeling at this moment!
Her red lips trembled uncontrollably. The dreams she lost, all the dignity she once lost, at this moment, all turned into rebellion.
Grace no longer argued with him, no longer held any illusions about him. At this moment, she was utterly disappointed in Henry.
The record was placed into the shredder by Grace, and she pressed the button. With a few harsh cracking sounds, the record was shredded into pieces, never to be pieced together again, just like their marriage, shattered.
"You're crazy!" With that, there was a loud slap, and Henry hit Grace across the face.
Her ears buzzed. What was that sound? It seemed to be the piece Grace had played, or perhaps the last piece she played on stage.
It took Grace a long time to come to her senses. There was a distinct handprint on her fair face, left by Henry.
They had been married for several years, experiencing joys and sorrows many times. He might have been rough with her but had never hit her like this. This first slap was for Elodie.
Grace stood quietly, trying hard to keep her eyes wide open so the tears wouldn't fall.
Henry was also stunned.
He had never thought he would actually hit Grace one day. His trembling fingers wanted to touch her face, but she avoided him. "Don't touch me! Henry, don't touch me!"
After a while, she gently tucked her hair behind her ear and looked up.
Grace gave him a light smile, then took the files and walked out. Her steps were light, but they echoed loudly in Henry's heart.
He instinctively called out to her, "Grace!"
Grace didn't look back, nor did she respond. She refused to speak to him, just as he had refused to communicate with her before. From now on, Henry was nothing to her!
Henry was not a good husband, and he was even less fit to be a father for her unborn child!
Let him think that piece was played by Elodie, let him run around for Elodie, let him be concerned about Elodie. She even thought that if Elodie survived and Henry asked for a divorce, she would let them be together.
Henry and Elodie loved each other so much, they should be together!