Hey everyone!
I am so sorry for my extended absence, but a family emergency came up and it is now taking all of my spare time. A week in the hospital, followed by 2 weeks of doctors and nurses coming by the house every day, plus working 60 hours a week leaves no time for anything else. Updates will probably be in the 2 week time frame for a while, although I plan on wrapping up this story in 2 or 3 more chapters.
I promise you that I will not abandon this story.
So, here is the chapter 5, and I must warn you that it is full of angst—MAJOR TISSUE WARNING.
All my thanks to my Super Beta Debbie Hannon—she did so much work on this chapter—she is the reason this chapter is done today.
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Taylor POV
That dumb, stupid, mother fucking piece of shit. I could kill him right now. Ana and the baby are dead because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. I do not feel sorry for him at all…my heart breaks for Ray Steele—losing his only child and grandchild. I don't know how I would handle it if something happened to Sophie.
When I got back from New York with Ana and found out that Grey had spent the entire week holed up in Escala fucking that whore, I decided then and there that I was done…I would not work for a man I despised and for whom I had no respect.
With my reputation and credentials, I knew it wouldn't take me any time to find another job… I get offers all the time, so I just had to choose which one I wanted, and where I wanted to go. This past week when Gail and were in Vancouver visiting Sophie, I was negotiating a contract with a security firm located closer to Sophie, and the hours and responsibilities weren't as demanding as Grey so I could see her more often. The money wasn't as good, but I had managed to save most of my salary from GEH so I could afford to keep Sophie in the same private school she has been in since she started school.
We had come to a final agreement on salary and perks, and I just had to give Grey my notice when I got back. Gail found a job as well, working 3 days a week, cooking and cleaning for a nice couple and helping the woman take care of their 2 young children. It was fewer hours than working for Grey, but we didn't need the money, or the headaches that came with working for him.
When Grey moved out to Escala, I told Gail what was going on, and she was ready to quit on the spot. Gail is as kind and sweet as Ana, and I could not believe the words that came out of her mouth when I told her what he had been doing, and for how long.
I was pissed and disgusted at him when I thought it was just a 1 night stand, but when I found out that Reynolds had been covering for him for weeks, I decided that I could not be a party to his deceit—I could not look at Ana knowing what I knew and not tell her, so I decided to leave. I planned on somehow making sure Ana found out what he was doing, but apparently she found out on her own, or had enough of the way he was treating her because of the pregnancy, and decided to leave his worthless ass.
When I called Gail earlier and told her what happened to Ana and the baby, she broke down and starting crying and hasn't stopped. I thought I was going to have to sedate her to get her to calm down. She loved Ana like a daughter, as did I. This fucking hurts.
I called Sawyer to get more information from him before tomorrow's meeting, and am waiting for him to come to my office. I need to know what the fuck has been going on—why was Ana in Kavanaugh's Escalade alone, and where the fuck was she going?
Gail and I will be handing in our 2 weeks' notice tomorrow morning after I meet with him. I don't care if he needs us right now…I can't stand to look at him, and I don't care how much he's hurting -he and his shit are no longer any of our concern—he is Reynolds' problem now. That jack stick has been covering for Grey the entire time, so he obviously has no problem with what his boss has been doing.
A few minutes later Sawyer walks in…he is pale, and his eyes are red…I'm sure he has shed a few tears today.
I look at him before asking "Well, what the fuck happened? Why was Ana in Kavanaugh's car alone? Why weren't you with her? Where was she going?" I demanded.
"Boss, she texted me last night and told me she wasn't feeling well and wasn't going to work today. She hasn't been feeling well lately with all the shit from Grey, so it didn't raise an alarm that she wasn't going to work. About 8:00 this morning, she called and asked me to drive to her office and pick up a manuscript that she needed. On my drive back she texted me that she was going to lie down for a few hours, and to put the manuscript on her desk in her office. Her laptop and phone were on her desk, but I didn't think anything of it. After a few hours, I called her, but it went right to voice mail, which was odd—she always answers. So, I waited a little while later and called again, and again got her voice mail, so I went to her office and found the manuscript in the same place as I left it. I called out her name, but she didn't answer, so hesitantly I walked to the bedroom and opened the door, expecting to see her asleep, but she wasn't there. I called out her name and started searching the house and couldn't find her, so I went to the security office and played back the CCTV recording from earlier this morning, but it had all been erased. I called Ryan at the gate, and he told me that just after I left, Mrs. Grey called him and told him Miss Kavanaugh was on her way over and to let her in. He let her in at 8:13, and she drove out at 8:55. He said he did not see Mrs. Grey in the car.
About 12:30 I got a call from her father, and he informed me of the accident. They had taken Ana to the hospital in Montesano. I met Ray there and he gave me what little information he had, or was willing to share, and then handed me her purse. He didn't say why he called me instead of Grey, but now knowing what I know, I am sure he didn't want to talk to him. That's when I called you. You know the rest.
Kavanaugh's Escalade was towed to an impound yard in Montesano, but we can't get access to it—since its registered to her, she is the only one they will let in. I called her cell and then her office, and apparently she flew out earlier to Germany on an assignment-I am hoping she can or will shed some light on all of this when she calls me back."
He stopped talking and I could see his eyes start to mist up. "What the fuck is going on, Boss?"
I took a deep breath and told him what that asshole has been doing for the last 2months. I could see his hands ball into fists and his jaw clench-I knew at that point he would strangle Grey if he walked in the room.
Sawyer looks at me with hatred in his eyes "Fuck this. I quit. This is my notice, effective immediately. I hope Grey burns in hell." and turns and walks out, slamming the door.
Luke POV
Fuck this. I have had enough of Grey and his shit. How could he do that to Ana? He owes her everything…she made him a better man, and he pays her back by cheating on her before and after she tells him about the pregnancy? She and the baby deserved better than that worthless pile of shit. I hope that old pedo hag gets her claws into him again and makes him her submissive bitch again—he deserves to be shackled and beaten for the rest of his pathetic life. I would kill him now, but he isn't worth going to prison for. He sure has the public fooled with his golden boy persona…if they only knew what he really was…his association with that old pedo bitch would be enough to bring his empire crumbling down…
I walk in the staff apartment and grab my bag and start stuffing my clothes in it... I can't get out of here fast enough.
10 minutes later I am packed and have written out my notice, effective immediately. I head to Taylor's office and drop it off along with my phone, laptop, keys, and security badge, and then arrange for an Uber to come pick me up.
When I get back to my apartment I'm going to call Ray and let him know that I am no longer working for Grey and see if he will talk to me…I know he knows more of what is going on, but if he thinks I am still working for Grey he won't trust me enough to tell me anything…can't say that I blame him.
I see my Uber pull up, and I climb in and we head out. I'm trying to calm myself enough to where I can have a civilized conversation with Ray—I hope he doesn't hang up on me when he sees the number.
20 minutes later I walk into my apartment and sit on the couch and I can't stop the tears from falling. This is as heartbreaking as when my little sister Melissa died. She was killed by a drunk driver when she was 16, and Ana has helped fill the void that was left after she died. The pain I am feeling over Ana's passing is just as hard, except I feel responsible for Ana's death. I failed as her protector. I should have never left her yesterday morning. If I had known what that asshole was doing, I would have helped Ana pack and leave so she wouldn't have felt that she had to sneak away. It saddens me that she didn't trust me enough to confide in me and ask for help, but then again, she knew that even though I was her CPO, I reported to Taylor, who reported to Grey. She probably figured that I was no better than Taylor or that sack of shit Reynolds. She didn't know that I would have gladly helped her. The fact that Taylor knew some of what was going on and never said anything to me has me pissed off too. I should have been told everything that affected her safety, and the fact that Grey was cheating on her definitely affected Ana's safety. At any time, Grey's whore could have approached Ana in public and caused a scene. It's not like his prior 15 whores—we all had photos of them and knew what they looked like and where they were. Grey put Ana in more danger than he knew…stupid dumb fuck.
I sit there for an hour or so, beating myself up, and finally decide to go see Ray in person instead of calling him. He might be more apt to talk to me if I am standing in front of him instead of on the end of the phone. I know it's late but I don't care. I need answers.
90 minutes later I pull into Ray's driveway and see his truck sitting there. I step out and walk to his front door and knock. I hear him walking across the hard wood floors and take a deep breath as the front door opens.
"What the fuck do you want?" Ray growls at me, pointing his gun in my face.
Ray POV
This is the absolutely the worst day of my life. I was looking forward to Annie being back home and bouncing my grandson on my knee, and now that son of a bitch has taken everything from me.
I raised Annie since she was a baby and when her mother left it was just the 2 of us, and we did just fine. There were a few difficult times, especially when I had to buy her her first box to tampons and explain to her what was going on, but it was all a part of being dad and mom, and I cherished every second of it.
When she called me a few days ago and told me that she was leaving him and why, I was ready to drive to Seattle with my gun and shoot him right between the eyes, but Annie begged me not to—she just asked if she could stay with me while she made all the arrangements to leave him and get out of Seattle.
I told her she was welcome any time and that I would have her room ready when she got here. I wanted her to stay with me and raise my grandson here, but she was worried about the damn PAPs finding out where she lived and making her life unbearable and putting her son's life in danger. She said she didn't want to be anywhere near Grey because she didn't want him in her or her son's life. When she told me how he reacted to the news of her pregnancy it made me sick that a man could do and say those things to his wife—the person he claimed was the most important person in his life, the person he vowed love, honor, cherish and protect. I remember when he asked for her hand in marriage—he practically begged me for my blessing and promised me that he would never let anything happen to her. Well, he proved himself to be nothing but a cheating, lying piece of shit. The fact that Annie had to sneak out of her own home, away from the people he hired to protect her and keep her safe infuriates me. How the fuck did they let his happen? Were they all covering for him? How did they look at her every day, knowing what he was doing and not say anything to her? Were they more concerned about their paychecks than having any decency or morals?
Annie told me she had her attorney working on the divorce papers and that she was going to get full custody of the baby—she was going to force him to give up his paternal rights to him. She didn't say how she was going to do it—she just said her lawyer was taking care of it. She was going to leave all the papers in his office and when he got back from his trip to Chicago, he would find them on his desk. By then she would be away from him and secure in my home. The Chief of Police here in Montesano is an old army buddy, and if Grey or any of his henchmen showed up my property all it would take is one phone call and they would be forced to leave or wind up in jail. She told me she left a thumb drive in Kate's safety deposit box that had everything she needed to ensure he would sign the divorce and custody papers…she didn't say what was on it, but said it would get the job done.
Sadly, it doesn't matter anymore. I feel the tears start to burn my eyes when I hear a knock on the door. I reach for my gun and walk to the door. If it's Grey, I am going to shoot him between the eyes like I wanted to do when Annie told me what was going on. I open the door and stare into the cold blue eyes of Mr. Luke Sawyer.
"What the fuck do you want?" I snarl at him as I stick my gun in his face.
"Sir, please put the gun away. I need to talk to you" he begs.
"Why? Why should I talk to you? You work for Grey, and you'll just run to him with anything I say. Get off my property before I shoot you!"
"Sir, I don't work for Grey anymore. I resigned a few hours ago. I am sorry for stopping by so late, but I really need to talk to you.
I keep the gun in his face for a few seconds, but then I see remorse and sorrow in his eyes, so I lower it and step aside and allow him to come in.
"Drink?" I ask him, holding up a bottle of whiskey.
"Yes, please."
I pour a generous amount in a glass and hand it to him. "Sit" and I point to the couch.
"Mr. Steele, I want to tell you how sorry I am for your loss. Ana was like a little sister to me-in fact, she filled the void left when my sister Melissa died several years ago. I would never do anything to bring Ana harm—it was my job to protect her, and I failed at my job. I will live with that guilt for the rest of my life. I resigned tonight from Grey's employ. I am here as Ana's friend, not as Grey's employee. I understand if you don't want to talk to me and if you want me out of your house just tell me and I will leave now. If you would be willing to shed some light on what happened, I give you my word it will not go any further than this house."
I stare at this young man and I can hear the sincerity in his voice and see it in his face. I take a deep breath and begin telling him what I knew—that Ana found out he had been cheating on her before and after she told him of the pregnancy, and with what he said to her about the baby, and the way he treated her afterwards—moving out and ignoring her—she decided she had had enough and contacted lawyer and had divorce papers drawn up.
I continued "Earlier this week she had stopped Escala one afternoon to take a nap after a Dr. appointment when he was supposed to be out of town, and he and his whore showed up. Annie woke up and walked into the kitchen and saw them going at it- Can you imagine having a front row seat watching your husband fucking another woman in your house? What that would do to you? That evening she called me and told me everything and asked if she could move home. "
I looked at Sawyer and saw the color drain from his face, and he looked like he was going to throw up…he looked me in the eyes for second and I could see rage in his expression before spoke "Holy shit—I had just dropped her off there and went to get her prescription filled. She said she was going to take a nap and then go back to work. She called me a little while later before I got back to Escala and said Kate stopped by and she decided to go home because she wasn't feeling well. That son of a bitch and his whore must have come in just as I left!"
I looked as Sawyer for a minute as his mind was reeling, then I continued "I was ready to drive to Seattle and shoot that bastard, but he wasn't worth going to jail over. I told her she was welcome any time and I would have her room ready for her when she got here. She said she would call me back with the details in the next day or so—she said she still had a few loose ends to tie up, but didn't say what they were.
"Thursday afternoon she called back and said she would be here early Friday afternoon- she had some business to take care of in the morning and would be leaving as soon as she was done, and she was borrowing Kate Kavanaugh's car for the drive.
"Friday morning, she called when she finally left Seattle, and then again when she was about 15 minutes out—she had stopped for gas and a drink just outside Montesano. She never showed up."
I took a deep breath and tried to steady my voice "About an hour or so after she called is when the State Trooper called and told me about the accident—he and Annie had gone to high school together. I drove to the hospital, but she was gone when I got there—they said she died on impact."
I look up at Luke and I can see tears in his eyes, and then I continued "They asked me to identify her, and afterwards gave me her purse and personal possessions—I gave you her purse but I kept her cell phone and all of her personal items in it…the only thing I left in it was her wallet. She got a burner phone so Grey wouldn't be able to track her, and I still have it. I called you and Kate from the hospital and then went home. Kate called back a little while ago from New York, and is on her way back to Seattle as soon as she can get a flight out. I'm sure she knows more than me, but now you have the gist of what happened."
I reach for the bottle of whiskey and fill my glass again and take a long pull from it. Luke looks at me, saying nothing, and then breaks down in uncontrolled sobs. I reach out and pull him into a hug, and we both sit there, 2 former Army men, sobbing for the loss of a beautiful, innocent young woman.
Kate POV
I feel guilty...I really wanted to stay with Ana for the next few days, especially tonight when she got to her dad's house, but she told me to take this assignment. She said it was too good of an opportunity to turn down, and that she had her dad to take care of her. She said she would be fine, and needed some alone time with her thoughts and wanted to enjoy the calm before the shit storm that is Christian Grey hits.
I still can't believe that piece if shit...cheating on her before the pregnancy, and then the God-awful way he treated her after she told him, and then he continued to carry on with his whore. I am so glad Ana decided to divorce his sorry ass. She is way too good for him, and the baby doesn't need a father like that worthless sperm donor. I'm just sad that she is planning on moving away from here. She was talking about New York or maybe even England...far enough to where he can't interfere with her life. Ugh. I feel my blood pressure rising just thinking about that son of a bitch.
I will be glad when I land in New York. My flight for Germany leaves tomorrow morning, and I am looking forward to soaking in the Jacuzzi tonight and catching up with Ana to see if the asshole has been informed of the most recent developments. I would love to be a fly on the wall when he finds out she left him, and he finds that nice big package she left on his desk.
I smirk, thinking about the fit he is going to throw when he opens it and realizes what it is.
20 minutes later then pilot comes on and announces our descent into La Guardia, so I turn off my laptop and settle in for landing.
As I am walking through the airport, I turn on my phone and several text messages download. I see one from Ana and open it: "Almost to dad's house. Made a clean getaway and stopped for gas and a potty break. Nobody knows I'm gone yet. Talk to you tonight. Love you. A"
I smile to myself thankful that she's safe. We were both worried that asshole's henchmen would find out and stop her-Ana was a prisoner in her own home.
I close her text and see a bunch of others, some from my boss, and several from a Seattle number I don't recognize, and I also see that I have several voice mails. I decide to wait until I get to my hotel to read the rest of my texts and listen to the voicemails.
An hour later I walk into my suite, drop my bag and flop on the couch and let out a sigh. After a few minutes I get a glass of wine from the mini-fridge and start to read the rest of my text messages.
The ones from my boss are confirming my itinerary and contact information in Germany, so I close them and open one from the Seattle number I don't recognize—there are several from the same number.
"Miss Kavanaugh, this is Luke Sawyer, Ana's CPO. Can you please call me ASAP? It is very important. Thank you."
Yeah, I'm gonna get right on that, Mr. Sawyer. I'm sure you are looking for Ana, but I sure as hell am not going to help you find her and drag her back to that asshole.
There's one from Ethan and a few from some other friends so I scroll past them. I then decide to listen to my voice mails. There's a few from Sawyer and I skip over them and l stop and listen to one from Ray Steele:
"Kate—this is Ray Steele—please call me immediately."
I feel the hair on my neck stand up…why would Ana's dad be calling me?
My hands are shaking as I dial his number and wait for him to answer. Finally, after 5 rings he picks up.
"Hello?"
His voice sounds rough, not like the Ray I am used to.
"Mr. Steele it's Kate Kavanaugh"
"Kate" and then he pauses.
"Mr. Steele, are you there? Are you OK?"
"Oh Kate" he croaks out. "It's Annie. She was in an accident on the way here" he rushes out.
My stomach churns and I feel sick "How bad" I manage to squeak out.
"She didn't make it, Kate" and then he starts crying.
I feel a lump in my throat, and I can't speak. The tears start rolling down my face and I can't breathe. This cannot be happening. No. Not Ana. I sit there holding the phone, sobbing and l listening to Ray cry for a few minutes before he starts speaking again. "She was almost here; Kate She was 15 minutes from home when it happened—someone ran a red light and rammed into her" and then he started sobbing again.
I finally find enough strength to speak and I tell him I will be there as soon as I can get a flight out. I hear him mumble "OK" and then he hangs up.
I cannot hold back any longer, and let out a loud wail and start uncontrollably crying….I cry for Ana, for her son, I cry for Ray- losing his only child and now his grandchild, and lastly I cry for me—I have lost my best friend, my sister, my confidante, and my Godson. Ana asked me to be Godmother to her son this morning.
When the tears finally stop, the anger sets in. This is his fault—that cheating bastard. If he had kept his dick in his pants this would have ever happened. Ana told me what he said to her— "get rid of it"—the bastard called his own child an "it". How the fuck could he say that to her? How could he abandon his wife and child after what he went through before the Grey's adopted him? I guess he forgot what his life was like back then, the ungrateful piece of shit. The more I think, the angrier I get. I finish the bottle of wine and my mind starts to go 100 mph—what if he set up the accident? He didn't want the baby, and he obviously didn't want Ana any more since he was cheating on her…I wouldn't put it past him to do something like this so the public wouldn't find out what a son of a bitch, sorry mother fucker he really is—abandoning his pregnant wife and cheating on her. That wouldn't look good for the Grey Family in their social circle, and it sure as hell wouldn't be good for his business. Ana told me that GEH puts a morality clause in all their contracts—a clause that can legally cancel a contract if it is discovered that any of the parties involved commit immoral or unethical acts. Abandoning your pregnant wife and cheating on her definitely falls within an immoral or unethical act. I bet he will play the grieving husband and try to get sympathy votes from everyone over this.
Right then I decide that I am going to do everything in my power to bring down Mr. Christian Grey. It will be my life's ambition to ruin him and let the world know what a piece of shit he really is.
I text my boss that I have an emergency and need to return to Seattle immediately, and will contact him when I am back in town, and then book a seat on the next available flight back… I'll be back in Seattle by noon tomorrow.
Christian Grey is going to rue the day that he messed with Anastasia Steele.
Carrick POV
Something isn't right…Why was Ana in Kate Kavanaugh's SUV, headed to Montesano? Why wasn't she in one of her vehicles, or better yet, why wasn't Sawyer driving her? Ana doesn't go to the bathroom without Sawyer being right there. Why didn't her security know where she was?
Christian's behavior towards her about the pregnancy was deplorable-telling her to get rid of it as if it were trash, and then even worse, moving out of their house. What the fuck is wrong with him? Did he forget what he endured as a child—what the first 4 years of his life was like? He is a grown man, and he still suffers from abandonment issues, but then he turns around and abandons his own wife and child? Grace and I did not raise him to behave like that. I am beyond ashamed to call him my son right now.
I wonder if Ana was leaving him. He was out of town all week…that would have given her time to pack, and with him living at Escala he would have no idea what she was doing. That could have been the reason she was in Kavanaugh's car.
I wish she would have come to me for legal advice-If she was planning on divorcing him, I would have gladly represented her because of his horrid actions.
God, I hope he hasn't fallen back on his old ways and started beating those whores again or, even worse, called Elena…I can't believe he thought she was his only friend for all those years. That bitch had him so brainwashed—he was her puppet and she pulled his strings, controlling his every move as well as his checkbook. I would hope that Taylor would have someone keeping an eye on her, so if she even as much looked his way again she would be put in her place.
I remember when she approached him in the restaurant a few years ago, asking for money, and then set him up by taking pictures of them together and sending them to Ana. Ana was so upset that she left him that weekend and went to her dad's. Christian was a complete mess until she came home. He thought she was going to leave him, and when she finally came back he swore to her that he would never keep anything from her again, and he would never talk to that bitch again..
I need to call Sawyer and Taylor and find out what is going on…I don't know if they will talk to me, but I must start somewhere. I am not letting this go.
CPOV
Daddy, why did you do this to us? Why did you kill Mommy and me? Don't you love us anymore? What did we do to make you hate us so much?
Seeing Ana's body, bloody and broken laying on the road, and hearing my son talk to me, I wake up screaming and soaked with sweat. Holy fuck it was so real—like they were right at the foot of the bed. I woke up hugging Ana's pillow as if it were her.
But it will never be her again.
I give up trying to sleep because I know it will be nothing but nightmares. I stumble into the kitchen and fix a cup of coffee and sit at the breakfast bar and look around…I haven't set foot in here for 3 weeks, but it feels as if I have been gone for years.
I see an open box of Twining's English Breakfast tea sitting on the counter—Ana never developed a taste for coffee, but she loved her tea. I opened the refrigerator and freezer and see that Gail has kept it well stocked. I'm sure Ana wasn't eating much lately…when she's upset or stressed the first thing that she does is stop eating. I hope with the baby she was taking better care of herself…I'm sure Gail was keeping an eye on her, taking care of her and making sure she ate.
You were supposed to be doing that, you asshole.
I keep looking around, expecting Ana to walk into the kitchen any minute and give me a good morning kiss. I close my eyes and see her doing it—she did it every morning since she moved in with me, and every day after we got married. I feel tears burning my eyes again as I realize I will never get another good morning kiss for the rest of my life.
I walk down the hall to her office and look in. Her laptop and phone are sitting on her desk along with what looks like a manuscript.
That's odd—Why did she leave her phone?
I run my fingers over the top of her desk, laptop and phone, as if touching her things would make it feel like she was here. It's too painful to be in here so I walk out and close the door, and walk down the hall to one of the guest rooms where I see the door is open.
I gasp when I look inside—it looks like Ana was getting ready to set it up as a nursery. There are a few boxes of furniture which need to be assembled, and several paint swatches sitting on the desk—they were all various shades of pink and blue—she must have started this before she knew the sex of the baby.
The tears start falling freely down my face and I fall to my knees and start sobbing uncontrollably. This would have been my son's room…. he would have slept in here, played in here, did his homework in here…Ana would have fed him and rocked him to sleep in here.
When I can cry no more tears, I pull myself up and walk out, again closing the door behind me, as I did in Anas office.
I walk into my office and sit on my couch, staring at the picture of Ana on the wall—it's one of the 7 that Jose had at his show that night in Portland when we got back together.
Why did you have to fuck everything up, Grey? Why did you take something so perfect-sweet and innocent and pure, and destroy it?
I look around my office and see a thick envelope and package sitting in the middle of my desk.
WTF? Why is this here? My security knows I have been living at Escala…why would they put something in here when they know I would never get it? Taylor or Gail must have put it in here today.
My curiosity gets the best of me and I walk over and pick it up and look at it. There is no writing on the outside of the envelope, and the back flap is taped shut. My curiosity gets the best of me, so I sit down and reach for a letter opener, cut the top open, pull out the contents and set them on my desk. On the top of the pile of papers is a letter in Ana's handwriting. I feel my stomach clench and my hands start to shake.
Mr. Grey:
You are reading this letter because I have left you. My child and I deserve better than you, and I will not tolerate being treated the way you have treated me the last 3 weeks.
This pregnancy may have been unplanned, but, at least to me, it is not unwanted. A child is a priceless gift, not an "it" as you so cruelly made reference to that night as you screamed at me to "get rid of it."
I have enclosed a letter from Dr. Greene, explaining that my shot was faulty, which allowed the pregnancy to happen. This was not my fault, nor was it yours-It just happened.
Instead of listening, you screamed at me, calling me stupid and accusing me of forgetting my shot. Obviously that was not the case.
You no longer have to worry about the baby. He will be my responsibility Yes-it is a boy. I am having a son.
In this package are divorce papers, and forms for you to relinquish your rights to my child. I have also included, for your viewing pleasure, photos from the CCTV from Escala from your afternoon delight with your whore the day you left for Chicago.
Yes, Christian. I was there. I saw you and your whore.
I saw your whore sucking MY HUSBAND'S dick in the elevator in OUR home. I saw MY HUSBAND finger fuck his whore, and then bend her over the counter in OUR kitchen and fuck her, asking her if she wanted to get fucked hard.
Yes, Christian. I was there. I had a front row seat to your despicable activities. I heard you moaning as you both came, and then I saw how happy you were to take your whore into OUR bedroom, into OUR shower, so you could get dirty again before you left to catch your flight.
I heard how excited she was to join the Mile High Club with you in OUR jet, where you and I both experienced yet another first together on our honeymoon.
You fucked your nasty whore in OUR first home—where we fell in love, and experienced so many of our firsts together.
Maybe cheating was another first you wanted to experience…
I gasp out loud—OMG—Ana was there. I look at the photos, and in the background I can see Ana standing there with a look of complete shock on her face as she watched us fucking on the counter top. I squeeze my eyes shut as the tears begin to fall again. She witnessed the worst thing a wife should ever have to endure. How did she not say anything? How did she not start screaming at me?
I feel bile rising up in my throat as I try to imagine what she was feeling as she watched us.
I also found the clothes you hid in the back of OUR closet. You remember—the ones with the lipstick stain on your boxers from when she obviously sucked your dick in the restaurant that night, and also your shirt with the lipstick stain on the collar. I know you fucked her Mr. Grey, because I found the condom wrapped in a napkin in your pocket, so don't even try to deny it.
At least now I know why you had a nightmare that night. You hadn't had a nightmare since the time you lied to me about seeing the Pedo bitch. You lied to me again about this—you said you saw someone who reminded you of the pimp that night, and I believed you.
You have become quite the accomplished liar, Christian.
You are no better than Ella—in fact, you are worse. At least she chose to keep you instead of "getting rid of it". She at least tried to be a mother, where you wouldn't even try to be a father.
Our entire marriage I was always worried that I would never be enough for you, that you would one day need more, and that I wouldn't be able to fulfill your needs. I was always worried that I wasn't good enough for you.
I have spent a lot of time wondering why you did this to me, wondering what I did wrong, or what I could have done right, but then I realized- I didn't do anything wrong.
You simply were not good enough for me.
You are not the man I thought you were. Our entire marriage you were playing a part; acting and pretending to be something you never were—a good man.
You really are the monster you claimed to be—I was just too naïve to see past the façade. You had us all fooled.
So, it's time to end this letter-I need to pack and get out of here so I can start my new life, and get ready for my son's arrival, all sans the mighty CTG.
Sign the divorce and custody papers and send them to my lawyer and this will all be over, nice and quiet. You can keep your money, and your family and the press will never know what you really are; you can even continue to carry on with your whore, Miss Camile Davis.
Yes, Christian. I know her name. You and your henchmen are not the only ones capable of finding out information. I know everything about her and I can ruin her life, too. It's amazing that the path of destruction you leave in the lives of everyone you come in contact with just continues to get bigger and bigger.
If you refuse to sign the divorce and custody papers I will be more than happy to take this to court. I will not only take half of everything you own, but these photos and videos will somehow mysteriously find their way to every news outlet and sleazy gossip magazine in the country. Damage control at GEH will be a nightmare. Think about the morality clause in your contracts—think about all the hostile takeovers you engineered—all that will become null and void. Will GEH survive? Will the Grey Family survive? Is that a chance you are willing to take? Are you willing to allow your family to suffer because of your actions?
Yes, Christian. This may be dirty, but you taught me well. I learned from the best.
Sign the papers Christian. Believe me when I say it will be in your best interest.
I don't want you, and my son doesn't need you. I'm sure I will one day meet a real man; a good man who will love me and accept my son as his own.
Go back to Elena. You two deserve each other.
TTFN.
Anastasia Steele.
Holy fuck…She knew. She fucking knew everything.
