UNFORGIVABLE BETRAYAL
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO EL JAMES. THE STORY LINE DETAILS BELONG TO ME***********************************************************
Chapter 11
(C POV)
It has been a week since I sat in the back seat waiting in the parking lot just wanting a glance at least of her leaving the hospital. I wanted to rush in there more than anything, but I wouldn't. I see two of her security standing outside waiting for her to leave. The thought that Taylor was having a difficult time finding anything on these individuals was nerve racking. I have yet to see the third one, but Taylor tells me he is just as big as this one. I am glad she took the incentive on having security, but it also breaks my heart knowing that they are really there protecting her from me. A long time has pass and I keep wondering when they are coming out. Taylor had figured that she was getting out that night only by us now knowing her location. I see them talking and the male security is gesturing the woman for her to follow him. Taylor follows them without needing my orders and they turn into a diner. They are talking and laughing as they walk inside as if not a care in the world. Aren't these idiots supposed to be watching her? What kind of security team is this? "Sir, she was released while we were still in the parking lot."
"What? How did she get pass us again Taylor? Just take me home." I say in disgust not having the energy to even yell at Taylor at this moment.
Those two were still in there eating and laughing away. Either Taylor is losing his touch, which I doubt, or she has hired a better security team than me. I don't understand how she is funding everything though. She hasn't touched our account which I transferred 10 million more for her in our joint account. We couldn't even get into her business account any more, not by a long shot. I wanted to transfer money in there for her as well; I don't want my wife struggling in life because of my stupidity. I feel more like a failure every second we are away from each other, knowing that I am not even taking care of them financially or emotionally. I always treated Ana like a porcelain doll, hiding information from her and trying to protect her from every danger coming our way, thinking she needed me in order to be safe. Now I realize Ana was much stronger and one step ahead of me at all times, and I was just too blind and hard headed to realize it. I go to my office and try working again, but my mind is just not into it. I decide to go to bed and I lay on the couch which is my new hell hole. I wake up screaming again at 3am and just lay there letting the pain and panic feeling swallow me whole. I receive this as my punishment every night for being a failure as a husband and not following through my wedding vows and especially being a failure at becoming a great and protective father.
I occupy my mind by drowning myself into my work again. I think everyone around me is more stunned with my behavior of me rarely yelling at everyone in my way. I just don't have the energy anymore. The day I pushed Ana away was the day I felt myself not really existing any longer. I feel as if this body is just taking up space, in which it does not deserve. I keep up my appearance for my family; I don't want to hurt them more than I already have.
I find myself wondering every second of the day on how Ana and our child is doing? I am only notified through my mother that Ana is coming along with the pregnancy in a healthy manner. Knowing that Ana is going through (what is supposed to be a couple's happiest moment in life together) all these special memories and moments all on her own. Ana is dealing with everything with no husband by her side as she is at every OB appointment enjoying the beautiful sound of his or her heart beat, standing alone through every morning sickness moment, having to ask her security team if they can make that late hour drive on fulfilling her weird but yet adorable food craving, standing alone and unable to share that special moment when she feels the movement inside for the very first time. I feel the tears running down my face and the pain I feel on every inch of my body is just beyond excruciating, that it even hurts to breathe. I desperately need to feel Ana's touch. Inhale her scent that lingers in the room. I crave hearing her voice right now. I am trying with everything in my power to hold on, but it gets harder each second. I find myself in the corner inside my office holding my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth, wondering when this pain will ever end.
"I love you baby…please Ana…please forgive me and come back to me." I whisper continuously through my tears rocking back and forth staring at the wall.