Fallen Angel

by Mina's Fanfictions

How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ... {OOC/HEA/AU} - CHRISTIAN/ANA - Family/Hurt/Romance

59. Chapter 59: A Love Tested in The Dark

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💚 Fallen Angel💚

How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ...

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/Jack Hyde/Elena Lincoln‼️

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Chapter 59: A Love Tested in The Dark (1,9K)

Christian's PoV

I can't believe she left.

On Valentine's Day.

I stare at the empty space where she sat just hours ago, at the candlelit dinner she carefully arranged, at the perfectly wrapped gift by my usual chair—untouched. The air still carries the faint scent of her perfume, but she's gone. And the worst part? She thinks I'm cheating on her.

How did we go from being so in love to… this?

She's spent months telling me she loves me, pouring her heart out to me in ways I could never do in return. And now she's walking away, leaving me like I don't matter. As if I could ever betray her. As if I could even look at another woman when she exists in my world.

I rub my temples, frustration clawing at my chest. I had something for her, too. A necklace I spent weeks choosing, a rare edition of her favorite book set—things I knew she'd love. But the day got away from me, like it always does. There was the Taiwan situation—the mole I thought was only an international issue, but the deeper I dig, the more I realize it's closer to home. And Ana… Ana got caught in the crossfire.

I grab my phone and call her. Once. Twice.

Voicemail.

Did she block me? Or did she just turn off her phone to shut me out completely? Panic grips me. This isn't just a fight. This is different. I feel it in my bones, a slow, creeping dread that she might not come back this time.

I do the only logical thing—I call Elliot. He's my best shot at making sense of this. Maybe he and Kate can talk some sense into Ana, make her see that she's blowing this out of proportion. Missing Valentine's Day is a big deal, I get that. But not to the point of walking out on me.

It takes three calls for him to pick up, barking at me,

"Jesus, Christian, it's Valentine's Day. What the hell do you want?"

I hear rustling in the background, Kate's curious murmur. I grit my teeth. I don't have time for his irritation—I have a girlfriend to bring home before this night turns into something I can't undo.

"I need your help," I say, my voice clipped. "Ana—"

I stop. What am I even supposed to say? That she left me? That the woman who claimed she loved me just walked out the door because I couldn't make time for her?

"Let me guess. You fucked up."

I exhale sharply. "Yes."

A long sigh. "How bad?"

"She left."

There's a beat of silence. Then a low whistle. "Damn, man. I knew you were dense, but—"

"I don't have time for this, Elliot. I need to fix it."

Another pause. Too long. Why does he need to think? I don't need judgment, I need a solution. He's always managed to fix things with all the screwed up he's had in the past. This should be easy for him.

Instead, he asks, "Do you love her?"

My jaw clenches. Ana doubts it. She shouldn't, but she does. All because I didn't say the words soon enough.

"Of course, I do."

"Then stop talking to me and go tell her that."

I grip the phone tighter. "She's not picking up."

"Yeah, because clearly the only way to communicate is through a phone. Ever heard of getting off your ass and going to her place like a normal person?"

I don't answer. I don't need to. I hang up and grab the first set of keys I see, making my stomach twists. They're the keys to her Audi. What if she left for good? What if she has no intention of coming back? The thought punches through me like a bullet.

No.

She's I'm bringing her home.

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The drive to Ana's place is agonizing, the streets slick with rain, city lights bleeding into blurred streaks against the windshield. It feels fitting. My world has been a blur since she walked out.

When I reach her building, I hesitate for only a second before knocking. Once. Then twice, harder this time. Still, nothing.

I know she's here.

"Ana," I say, my voice low, rough with the weight of everything left unsaid. "Please."

Silence.

I let out a slow breath and rest my forehead against the door, willing myself to stay calm. "I know I messed up. I just want to talk."

A long pause. Then, finally, the lock clicks, and the door opens just enough for me to see her—tired, guarded, but still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Her arms are crossed, her posture stiff. "What are you doing here, Christian?"

"I needed to see you."

She doesn't move, doesn't soften. "Why? So you can say sorry again? Drop off another expensive gift like that makes everything okay?"

The bitterness in her voice stings, but I don't look away. "No. I just… I need to talk. Really talk."

She studies me, her lips pressed into a thin line, her expression unreadable. For a moment, I think she'll close the door in my face, but then, reluctantly, she steps aside. "Five minutes."

I step inside, and the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender wraps around me. The apartment feels colder than I remember, or maybe that's just me.

She stays near the door, arms still wrapped around herself, a barrier I don't know how to cross. "Where were you?" she asks, her voice steady, but something fragile lingers beneath it. "When you were supposed to have dinner with me?"

"Working," I say honestly.

She exhales a sharp, humorless laugh. "Like you've been working for the past few months? Coming home late, sweaty, smelling like—" She stops herself, shaking her head as if she doesn't even have the energy to finish. "Never mind."

I take a step forward, but she doesn't move. "Ana, do you really think I'm cheating on you?"

Her gaze snaps to mine, and for the first time tonight, there's fire in her eyes. "How would you feel if I acted the way you do? If I came home late, sweaty, dodging every question you asked? If I was spending time with some man you knew nothing about and never even mentioned him?" Her voice wavers, but she keeps going. "How would you react, Christian?"

The question lands like a punch, knocking the air out of my lungs. I don't need to answer. We both already know.

"I trust you, Ana," I say quietly, forcing the words past the knot in my throat. "And I love you."

She flinches, like I've struck her. Her lips part slightly, but instead of softening, her expression hardens. Her eyes shine with unshed tears, but she refuses to let them fall.

"I don't want to hear that. Not now." Her voice is barely above a whisper. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to love someone who can't even say three simple words? I never pushed. I never demanded. I just waited, because I knew you had your issues. And now, after everything, after the way you've treated me, you say it like it's some kind of trump card that makes everything okay?" She shakes her head, her breath unsteady. "You know what? I don't even want to know where you were, what you were doing. I just want to be home."

Panic surges through me. "You were home," I murmur, my voice tight. "With me."

She swallows hard, blinking rapidly, and I know I'm losing her.

Desperate, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. A few taps, and the soft strains of Witchcraft fill the space, the song from her parents' wedding, the one she's always loved. The melody seeps into the silence, curling around us like something tangible, and when she hears it, she freezes.

Her breath catches.

"Christian…"

I clear my throat, suddenly unsure, and hold out my hand. "Dance with me."

She looks at me like I've lost my mind. For a moment, she doesn't move. Then, slowly, hesitantly, she steps forward and slides her hand into mine. I pull her close, my arms wrapping around her as we sway. She's stiff at first, like she's holding onto her anger, but as the music plays, I feel it—the way she slowly, almost unwillingly, relaxes against me.

Her head rests against my chest, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I breathe.

When the song ends, I don't let go.

"Gia is a dance instructor," I murmur against her hair. "She's been teaching me. It was supposed to be a surprise. For the gala."

Ana pulls back just enough to search my eyes. "You… learned to dance? For me?"

I nod. "She's been dancing since we were kids and she proposed more than once to teach me. I finally listened. I know how much you love it, and I wanted to give you something that mattered to you. Even if it meant embarrassing myself in some studio for weeks, even if it meant looking ridiculous just so I could catch up on all those years of not even listening to the music."

A small, shaky laugh escapes her lips, but it's tinged with sadness. "It's a beautiful gesture, Christian. But if I did something like this, you would've lost it."

I stiffen. "No, I wouldn't."

She arches a brow. "If José took pictures of me? For you?"

A sharp heat flares in my chest, irrational and possessive, but I shove it down. "Ana…"

She shakes her head. "This is the problem. You want to control everything. You want to set the rules, but they only apply to me. I'm supposed to trust you without question, but if the roles were reversed, you'd be furious."

I swallow hard, the weight of her words settling deep. "I know. I'm sorry."

She studies me for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in her expression, then exhales softly. "I'm staying here tonight."

Everything in me wants to fight her on it, to convince her to come home, but something in her voice tells me she needs this.

So I nod. "Then I'm staying too."

She doesn't protest.

That night, we sleep in the same bed, but everything feels different. She lets me hold her, but there's distance between us now, an invisible wall I don't know how to tear down. The cracks in our foundation are spreading, and for the first time, I wonder if love alone will be enough to fix what I've broken.

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💚 So ... it is not over yet, but at least we know what he has been up to. Ana still has a thing or two to say, but she won't say them now. And don't go thinking everything is fixed, because it isn't, even Christian can tell. haha.

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