Chapter 174 I was his last hope
Vanessa POV
The sacrifices I had made, the relationships I had put on hold, the doubts i had faced and overcome.
And yet, it had all been taken away from by him. When he went crippled, giving up and almost taking his life, I was his last hope.
When he fell into depression and everyone told me to leave, I chose to stay, perhaps not everyone deserves to be loved.
But what did I gain in return? His torture and a divorce in the end.
The anger and resentment that had been simmering inside me for months threatened to boil over, but I pushed it back down, refusing to give in to the emotions that had haunted me for so long.
I was here for her, he'd give me a chance for her sake, our daughter who's at the verge of death.
He was my last hope now.
The sound of cars driving by and people chatting on the sidewalk slowly brought me back to reality.
I could see elites walking in, dressed for the organization this building holds.
Those who recognize me wears a disdainful look at me.
My palms were slick with sweat, and my mind was a jumble of worst-case scenarios.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me, but my legs felt like jelly, and my voice was barely above a whisper.
I smoothed out her dress, a nervous and checked her phone for what felt like the hundredth time.
With a hesitant hand, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Curiously, my eyes scanning the crowded room for a glimpse of the one person I both longed and dreaded to see.
There he was, at the lobby, tossing his glass of champagne high, his laughter roaring in hall beside me stood the woman he left me for, all dressed richly and wearing a sense of pride.
When he threw his gaze to my direction, his smile faded away, it was replaced by a cold domineering glare.
Hastily, he kissed her and began to paced towards the stairs close by. I juddered through the crowd to follow him.
His pace was fast and he knew I was behind him. He came to a halt at a vip lounge and I found myself at the balcony with him.
The place seems quite lonely and solemn like it's an abandoned part of this company.
He suddenly threw his face at me, his eyes burning with rage, his face a paint of foreboding storm brewing under.
His eyes, once bright and full of warmth, had dimmed to a cold, hard stone.
The spark that once lit up my face had flickered out, leaving behind a dull, hollow glow.
He grabbed my arm and gnashed his teeth at me, his nose flares open.
"Fuck! Tricia do you want to ruin a perfect night for me?"
His words, once laced with love and affection, were now tinged with venom and resentment.
I heaved softly trying to break out of his fierce hold.
"I'm here for Nora, please, greg she's almost dying..."
"Don't you get? I don't have anything to do with you both! Just fuck off!" He cuts in pushing me back.
It felt as though he'd burn me to ashes as his actions proves he doesn't even want me close.
Perhaps, he feels i'd rip him off from the wealth he now acquires.
He just used me to rise to the top and he can't even be merciful on our daughter!
My body seems to vibrate with a quiet, seething anger, however, I just have to bury that emotion.
Hastily, I went on my knees in tears, begging him just to have mercy on our daughter.
His voice had taken on a sharp, acidic tone, cutting through the air like a knife.
He groan and cussed at me, calling me useless and all traumatizing names.
I meant nothing so none of his money would be spent on me and my daughter.
I was constantly fighting to keep my emotions in check. For a moment, time paused and I only stared at his lips which moves.
Tears brew up in my eyes.
"Greg! This place belongs to me and I'm begging you I'm not here to take it, I just need money to save our daughter..."
He clenched his teeth and then glared at me. His whole body seems to vibrate aggressively as his fist coil into a claws.
"I hope she dies" he spat emotionless, his gaze, a weight that press against me, making me shriek due to the intensity.
My eyes flashes with a fierce, wounded pride as I forgot how to breath.
My heart pounced heavily as I couldn't believe he'd say that.
"This is the limit Greg!" I cried rising on my feet and fuming in my heart.
This wasn't the first time I had come to request money for her depreciating health but he turns a deaf ear yet hope keeps me coming.
We just got divorced three weeks ago, he had moved on with his mistress and her son.
And I? Still trying to recover from the shock and he dares say this!
"I hope you lose everything Greg and I promise to come back for you!" I retort burning with so much pain in my heart.
Perhaps, that was my mistake, voicing out my bittered heart even when i was weak and couldn't do anything.
I intended to walk away but then he obstructed my path, which got me quite anxious as my body trembles.
"Move, Greg, I want leave just as you say" i petitioned with shaky lips, sniffing and trying so hard to hold back the tears that clouded my eyes.
He suddenly scoffed at me, peeped around and then took a calculative step forward.
His face lean closer to mine as he wore a joker's smile.
"That's if you leave here alive" he whispers, his voice low and pertrifying.
I pant softly, shaking my head and trying to figure a way out but he pushed me viciously that my back slammed on the rail of the balcony.