The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1093:

Alicia glanced toward the hospital room door, her tone mocking. “Yet, she’s in this state because of you. Who knows when she’ll overcome her grief?”

Gemma’s heartache was different from Corey’s past encounters. He had never truly invested in relationships, but Pierre was the first man Gemma had genuinely loved. The emotional burden would be profound.

Caden broke the tense silence. “Alicia, let’s go home. We need some rest. We’ll return later to see Gemma.”

Alicia agreed. They left together.

Corey stayed seated, numb to both the chill and warmth around him, now haunted by a creeping doubt. Was he wrong? He had only wanted to protect his family. How could that be wrong?

Corey arranged a dignified burial for Pierre. After the funeral, Gemma was discharged from the hospital. She gathered all of Pierre’s belongings, packing them into a box, which she then buried next to his grave. She had become noticeably thinner, her fingers dry and fragile as she traced the outline of Pierre’s portrait.

Nightmares haunted Gemma throughout her hospital stay, robbing her of restful sleep. The physical pain from her strained heart felt unbearable, worse than death itself. She had planned to share these feelings with Pierre today but hesitated, fearing it would only cause him to worry. He had always been terrified of her tears. Whenever she cried, it would send him into a panic.

Gemma thought back to their fleeting moments of joy and, smiling through her tears, whispered reluctantly, “Pierre, the osmanthus trees in the yard have bloomed. In our next life, will you bake me that cake?” As she spoke, a gentle breeze caressed the tombstone and brushed the hair from her cheek. It seemed almost like a tender promise from Pierre, assenting to her request.

Gemma felt as if her heart was being ripped apart, the pain so intense that it almost convulsed her body. For a fleeting moment, she contemplated ending her life. But she resisted. Her life had been preserved by Corey, who had committed numerous acts to protect her. Her death would only bring him unbearable grief, compelling her to endure the agony, burdened by the weight of his deeds.noveldrama

Another winter settled in. Warrington was blanketed in snow.

Alicia, concerned that Gemma might harm herself, made daily visits to the hospital. Gemma, not wanting to cause further concern, diligently followed her treatment plan, though she never smiled again.

Gemma’s ongoing despair strained her artificial heart, causing its chip to deplete faster than anticipated—potentially needing replacement three months early. However, there had been no update from Dorian about the chip’s development.

Alicia felt a deep unease but remained silent about her concerns, striving to maintain a semblance of normalcy. The harsh winter dragged on.

By February of the following year, Alicia and Caden’s baby was finally ready to leave the incubator. After so much waiting and effort, Caden, who had looked forward to this day more than anyone, found himself unexpectedly nervous. He made an excuse about the crowd inside and waited outside. “You go in and bring her out.”

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