Chapter 8

CPOV:

Three Days Later-

Ana's getting discharged today. And all this while she has barely said a word. After she found out she had miscarried; she had fainted and she didn't come around for hours. Everyone was worried sick. No one knew what to say to her once she woke up again. No one knew what she would say or do. Everyone one was so anxious. Grace decided that it would be best for her to find out about the other complications once she's out of the hospital and healed. It won't be a good idea to put her under more stress and pain.

We decided to keep our mouths shut till we could figure out the right time to break the news to her.

But once she woke up, things got worse. It's as if she's not my Ana anymore. Just the shell of a woman we once knew and loved. She talked to everyone and she smiled at everyone and thanked everyone who visited her but none of those sentiments were felt. Her voice was hollow, her eyes blank devoid of any emotions. And she didn't cry.

We were ready for her to break down and I was personally ready for her to throw all the blame at me, but that never happened. She didn't shed a single tear for her lost child.

Flynn says that she's in shock and we should give her some time to deal with all of this instead of pushing her to do or feel things.

All of us decided to be as cheerful as we can around her, even though it's killing us to pull off this charade.

But what is killing me the most is that she has barely spoken to me. Barely looked me in the eye. And barely touched me since she woke up. Every time I take her hand in mine she flinches ever so slightly and it feels like I'm being punched in my gut every damn time.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I see Grace wheeling her out of her room. She walks up to me with Ana on the wheelchair. I smile a little "ready to go home Mrs. Grey?"

She simply nods without looking at me. Her reaction sends a wave of pain through me. It seems that she's lost in her thoughts these days. I have no idea how to approach her. I have no idea how to help her cope. I have no idea how to fight for her, because I don't know this Ana! Gone is the Ana with her smart mouth only to be replaced with someone so lost and broken.

I nod back and slowly lead the way to the car. Taylor says hello to Ana but is met with only a nod. I see the sadness in his eyes too. Our drive home is silent, no one making any attempt at conversation.

As we reach Escala parking, she lets me help her out of the car and we head up to the penthouse in more silence.

As we enter the house Gail is there waiting for us, beaming "welcome home Ana!"

Ana just nods and smiles very slightly and walks on to our bedroom.

Gail looks at me with shock in her eyes. "I'll get dinner ready." She mumbles out and shuffles to the kitchen.

I follow Ana to our bedroom and I find her just sitting on our bed staring at the wall.

"Do want me to draw a bath for you?" I ask her.

"Yes please, thank you." Is all I get in return? So formal…oh what am I going to do!

I hand her phone and let her know that Carla had called earlier, before heading into the bathroom to draw her bath.

Once I'm done, I turn around to fetch Ana but I see her standing near the door, her face ashen, with her phone tightly gripped in her hand. Her eyes…they are full of pain. The look on her face sends shivers down my spine.

"What is it Ana, what's wrong, baby?" I rush to her.

"Is this true?" she whispers, holding out the phone for me.

I see she has opened an e-mail from an unknown address

As I start reading it, I feel my heart sinking.

Dear Ana,

I would like to offer you my condolences on your lost child. It pained me extremely to find out what you have lost, and what you'll never have for the rest of your life. I'm sorry to know that you can never conceive again. But you have to admit that it's only a good thing because Christian can never be a father. The situation you find yourself in now is an in fact a favor from your ex-boss.

Yours,

Mrs. Robinson

No! This can't be happening. I'm livid with rage and I'm about to break and go out and hunt down Elena so that I can choke her to death, but as I look up to see Ana, I know she needs me to be calm.

"Answer me Christian. Tell me this is not true, tell me this is some sick joke this filthy woman finds amusing." Her voice breaks as she says this.

Oh Ana! How do I tell her…?

"Ana, when Jack stabbed you, he did so repeatedly. That did a lot of damage to your ovaries. That's why you may not be able to conceive again." I whisper back without looking at her.

There's a stunned silence between us. And then she slowly sinks to the floor. I quickly sit down next to her and hold her in my arms, and for the first time in three days she starts crying.

Her pain, her loss, our loss has me reeling and I start crying with her. We sit for hours at the bathroom door, holding each other as we cry…