When Love Goes Wrong

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable right now. Please try your call later."

I, Gianna Crawford, sat on a chair in the consultation room of the hospital. The doctor sat opposite me, patiently waiting for me.

Since my first attempt couldn't get through, I hung up and tried calling my husband, Elliott Crawford, again.

After a few rings, the phone was finally answered. I was about to say something when a familiar female voice came through from the other end of the line. "Hello? Who's this?"

I immediately hung up and heaved a deep sigh. I couldn't be mistaken. That was Olivia Tucker's voice. Was she back?

"How is it?" asked the doctor.

His voice brought me back to my senses. I forced a smile and answered with some difficulty, "No one's answering."

The doctor felt helpless. He had no choice but to give up and leave the ward.

I put down my phone, letting my sadness drown me. I wished my call was not answered. I never wanted to hear that woman's voice on Elliott's phone.

Two years ago, Elliott's grandfather, Lorenzo Crawford, suffered from myocardial infarction. While he was in the hospital bed, he forced Elliott to marry me. Elliott was unwilling to do it but still married me for his sake. He just ignored me in the past two years. But now that Lorenzo was gone, I knew I should already expect the worst.

At this moment, I heard the voices of several nurses outside, and it interrupted my thoughts.

"Is her husband here?"

"Not yet. Actually, she has been waiting for a long time."

"I feel sorry for her. She got into a car accident, but no one came."

"She is pregnant and got into a car accident, but her husband doesn't show up. Doesn't he even care about the baby?"

When I heard this, I was sure they were talking about me.

I lowered my head and caressed my belly. I was six weeks pregnant with Elliott's child. We had sex only once a month ago.

The first time I discovered I was pregnant, I wanted to have an abortion. How could I let my child grow up in an environment with no love?

But the doctor told me that with my physical condition, I shouldn't have an abortion. My life would be in danger.

I touched my belly gently. At the thought that there was a life inside me, I figured out something.

This was my child. I didn't get care and love from the father, but it didn't mean I couldn't love my child. I swore that I would love my child more, even if it was very likely my child wouldn't be loved by the father.

I looked down at my injured leg caused by the car accident. Somehow, I felt a little lucky. Fortunately, my child was safe after the accident. Otherwise, I would be very sad.

Elliott still didn't show up. It only proved that he didn't love me at all. But should I be surprised? After all, he loved someone else and was forced to marry me. She was the one he loved deeply. And she was the reason why he was indifferent to me.

If Elliott found I was pregnant, he would definitely force me to have an abortion. After all, my existence was an obstacle to him. How would he care about me and our child?

I couldn't lose my child, so I couldn't let Elliott know I was pregnant.

My wound was not serious, so I was discharged from the hospital on the same day. The doctor even sent me to the gate.

"Is your husband coming to pick you up?" He looked at me with a complicated expression.

I smiled and answered, "I can take a taxi. Thank you for sending me out."

The doctor felt helpless. "Okay, take care of yourself."

I was about to say goodbye when my eyes suddenly stopped at a place outside the hospital building. Elliott was here.

His tall figure, handsome face, and superior appearance attracted many passers-by. He strode toward us.

The doctor turned to me and asked, "Is he your husband?"

I looked at him sideways and replied, "Yes."

As soon as Elliott approached me, he frowned slightly and said, "Your leg looks fine."

When he didn't answer my call just now, I sent him a message. He must have read it, but he refused to show up earlier.

The doctor looked at Elliott and asked, "Are you her husband?"

Elliott didn't answer.

Maybe his indifferent attitude irritated the doctor. He said angrily, "What's wrong with you? She had a car accident. Why didn't you care at all? Do you know that your wife is..."

I suddenly realized that the doctor was about to tell Elliott I was pregnant. I panicked, not knowing what to do.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

As I screamed, I suddenly bent down and held my leg.

Sure enough, the doctor's words were interrupted by my reaction. He quickly looked at me and asked, "What's wrong? Does your wound hurt? How can it be? It's already treated."

"Maybe because I stood for a long time. But it's fine. We will go now. Thank you."

After saying this, I walked forward calmly.

Elliott's car was already parked in front.

I ignored the eyes of the passers-by, followed Elliott, and got in the passenger seat. He didn't even bother to help me get in, and I couldn't help feeling sad.

As soon as I fastened my seat belt, he glanced at me coldly and asked, "Is this another trick?"

"What? No. I really had a car accident..."

But before I could finish my words, Elliott interrupted me impatiently. "Don't play such a boring trick again. I don't have time to waste on you."

I shut my mouth, not wanting to argue with him. He was always like this to me, and I had gotten used to it as time went by.

Since I didn't retort anymore, Elliott stopped talking too. But he took out a document and threw it on me.

My breathing stopped for a moment. I picked it up and saw the words "Divorce Agreement" on top. My hands trembled.

"Sign it," Elliott ordered coldly. I couldn't hear any emotions in his voice.

I turned my head and looked at him. When I opened my mouth to speak, my throat was a little sore. "Your grandpa just passed away. Can't you wait to divorce me?"

Elliott met my eyes. His lips moved as if he was about to say something. However, his phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up, looked at the screen, and answered it. "Olivia, what's wrong?"

When I heard Elliott's gentle tone, I realized that his gentleness was only intended for Olivia.

I didn't know what Olivia had said on the other end of the line, but Elliott comforted her. "Okay, I'll be there soon. Don't go anywhere."

After he hung up the phone, the coldness and sternness on his face returned. He looked at me and said, "Get out."

It was an order with no room for negotiation.

I nodded stiffly, opened the door, and got out of the car. Before I could even stand steadily, Elliott's car quickly drove away.

I could only take a deep breath and exhale.

It was already dark when I arrived at the villa. The big house was so empty that I felt like it was a haunted house. I hadn't had dinner yet, but I had no appetite. Perhaps it was because of my pregnancy. I went straight to the bedroom, washed up, and went to sleep.

Before I could sleep deeply, I vaguely heard a car stop in the yard.

I wondered if Elliott was back.

But he went to accompany Olivia, right?

After a while, the bedroom door was pushed open. Elliott, drenched all over, walked to the bathroom without even looking at me. I heard the sound of the shower.

Since he was back, I couldn't go back to sleep anymore. I got up, put on my clothes, and went to the wardrobe. I took out his pajamas, put them at the bathroom door, and went to the balcony.

It was drizzling outside, and the soft sound of raindrops hitting the bricks could be heard faintly. I looked up at the dark starless sky, feeling melancholy.

I suddenly heard some noises behind me, so I turned my head. Elliott had just come out of the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, and drops of water dripped down his muscular body. He looked so charming that it was hard not to fall for him. And I had paid a painful price for two years because of my love for him.

He must have noticed that I was looking at him. He also looked at me, frowned, and ordered, "Come here."

I walked over to him obediently. Then he threw the towel in his hand to me and said, "Wipe my hair."

Elliott was always like this to me, and I was already used to it. He sat on the edge of the bed. I climbed up, knelt behind him, and started drying his hair with the towel.

"Tomorrow is your grandpa's funeral. We need to go to his house early." I didn't mean to find a topic to chat with him. But I was afraid he would forget the funeral because he only cared about Olivia.

"I know," Elliott replied indifferently.

I knew he didn't want to talk to me, so I didn't say anything more. After drying his hair, I lay on the bed again, ready to sleep.

I always felt sleepy these days. Maybe it had something to do with my pregnancy. Normally, Elliott would go to his study after taking a shower and stay there until midnight. But tonight, for some reason, he lay on the bed after changing into his pajamas.

Although I felt strange, I didn't ask. But to my surprise, he suddenly held me in his arms and kissed me.

I was so confused that I looked up at him and said, "Elliott, I..."

"You don't want to?" His black eyes were as dark as night, cold and wild.

I lowered my eyes because I didn't want to. He just handed me the divorce agreement in the car during the day, and he went to see his mistress. Now he wanted to have sex with me. No matter how much I loved him, I couldn't accept it, not to mention that I was pregnant.

Maybe he felt disappointed when I fell silent. He let go of me, turned to the other side, and slept. My eyes remained open, and there was no trace of sleepiness in me anymore.

Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang.

It was Elliott's phone. I looked at the clock on the wall and found that it was already one in the morning.

The only person who would dare to call him at this time of night was Olivia. He took his phone and answered it. It seemed that he was unhappy with what Olivia had said because he snapped, "Olivia, stop it."

After saying this, he hung up, got up, and changed his clothes. He was leaving. If this was in the past, I might pretend not to see it. But now I grabbed Elliott and begged him softly, "Can you stay tonight?"

Elliott frowned. A hint of coldness and displeasure appeared on his handsome face. "It's none of your business. Don't cross the line. Do you understand?"

His words were cold and full of irony.

I was stunned for a moment. Then I couldn't help feeling amused. I looked at him and said, "Tomorrow is your grandpa's funeral. No matter how much you love her, shouldn't you know what is more important?"

"Are you threatening me?" Elliott squinted his dark eyes and suddenly grabbed my jaw. "Gianna, you are much bolder now."

Despite knowing that Elliott was a stubborn man, I still had to give it a try. An idea popped in my head. I looked at him and said, "I agree to the divorce but on one condition. You have to stay here tonight and accompany me to the funeral tomorrow. I'll sign the divorce papers immediately after the funeral."

A mocking smile reached Elliott's dark eyes as he squinted. He said, "Then please me."

He let go of my chin and whispered in my ear, "Gianna, if you want something, you have to earn it."

His clear voice dripped with desire and naughtiness. It was obvious what he was asking for. Without batting an eyelid, I wrapped my arms around him and raised my head to look at him. He was way taller than I was.

I knew that it was pathetic of me to use this technique just to make the man I loved stay with me.

Just as I was about to slip my hand under his shirt, he stopped me. I looked up and was surprised by the amorous hint of wanting in his eyes. I heard him say, "That's enough."

I didn't know what he meant. As I stared at him in bewilderment, he got undressed and put on his grey pajamas.

It took me several seconds to understand his actions. He was staying!

I smiled brightly, but my happiness was short-lived. A woman's voice suddenly came from outside the window. "Elliott..."

For the umpteenth time within the last few minutes, I was stunned. Elliott went to the balcony and looked down. In a flash, he came back, grabbed his coat, and left the room without sparing me a glance.

Curiosity drove me to the balcony. I saw Olivia standing in the rain, wearing a thin dress. She was shivering, making her look so weak and pitiful.

Elliott suddenly appeared. He draped his coat on her shoulders. He was just about to scold her when she hugged him and began sobbing like a child. He began to pat her back lovingly.

This scene proved to me again that I was no match for Olivia. That woman still had Elliott wrapped around her little finger even though he had been married to me for two years.

Elliott held Olivia in his arms and brought her into the house. I stood at the staircase and glared at the two drenched lovers, blocking their way.

"Get out of my way!" Elliott roared, looking at me with disgust in his eyes.

Was I sad that he was bringing another woman in with no regard for me? Maybe...

The sight just hurt my eyes more than it did my heart. After all, which woman would be glad to see her cold husband treat his mistress like a queen?

"Elliott, I know you don't have any respect for me, but don't you respect your grandfather anymore? Remember that you promised him that you would never bring her here as long as I still lived under this roof."

It was very insulting that Elliott wanted to bring Olivia inside my matrimonial home. This was the only place where I didn't have to compete with her. I let her have him for countless nights. How dare she show up here and make him break his promise?

"Huh!" Elliott suddenly sneered. He shoved me away and remarked, "You think too highly of yourself, Gianna!"

Those words drove a thousand knives into my fragile heart. I stood there as Elliott took Olivia into the guest room.

It appeared that this night was cursed.

Olivia was always sickly. Since she got drenched in the rain, it didn't take long before she caught a cold and had a high fever. Elliott was worried sick. He changed her clothes and dried her hair as I watched them after sneaking my way into the guest room.

Perhaps he felt uncomfortable or disgusted with my presence. After tucking his lover in bed, he cast me a cold glance and said, "You can go to my family's old mansion and stay there tonight. Olivia is having a fever, and the night is far spent. I can't send her home."

The nerve of him! He knew the night was far spent, but he was sending me to the old mansion. Was that how much he hated me? Ha-ha!

It was my fault. I shouldn't have come in here.

Staring at his back for an indeterminate time, I pondered on how to remind him how far the old mansion was from here and how dangerous it was for a woman to be out and about at this late hour.

He seemed to forget that I was standing there. He brushed Olivia's red cheeks as he stared at her with worried and loving eyes.

It was clear that my safety didn't matter to him. However, I managed to say calmly, "I will just stay in my bedroom. I can't go over to the old mansion at this time."

Never would I put myself in harm's way just because he wanted some alone time to take care of Olivia.

Cursing those two in my mind, I left the guest room. In the corridor, I saw Colton Blake hurrying over. He was wearing black pajamas and a pair of flip-flops. It appeared he was previously asleep and came over as fast as he could.