He Chose Her Over Us

---- Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Gregory Velazquez POV: | ripped the IV from my arm and stormed out of the hospital, ignoring the shouts of the nurses. Pain was a distant roar; my only focus was finding Belen. | called in every favor, leveraged every contact, and within hours, | had a location: a private women's wellness clinic on the far side of the island. | found her standing outside, bathed in the soft afternoon light. Camden was beside her, his hand gently resting on the small of her back. Her pregnancy was more pronounced now, a gentle, perfect curve beneath her simple dress.

She was breathtaking. But it was the look on her face that stole my breath. It was a look | had never seen before. A deep, profound serenity. A peace that had nothing to do with me. "Belen!" | called out, my voice raw and desperate. She turned. For a fraction of a second, her body tensed. Then, her expression became one of cool, distant indifference. It was the look you would give a stranger. It was worse than hatred. She turned to Camden, her voice clear and calm. "Let' s go, Cam. ---- She started to walk away, to leave me again. | lunged forward, needing to touch her, to make this real.

"Belen, please!" Camden stepped between us, a solid, immovable wall. "You heard her. Leave her alone." "Please, just listen to me," | begged, my words tumbling out in a frantic, incoherent stream. "| know everything. Adrianna, the lies, all of it. | was a fool. An idiot. Please, Belen. Forgive me. | love you. I' ve always loved you." She stopped. She turned back to me, her eyes empty of the love that had once been my anchor. "It's too late, Gregory," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "What you did... it didn' t just break my heart. It erased it.

There' s nothing left for you here." "The baby," | choked out, pointing a trembling finger at her stomach. "Our baby. I' Il be a better father, a better husband. | swear." A small, sad smile touched her lips. "This baby is mine, Gregory. And it will not have a father like you." She held up her left hand. Her ring finger was bare. The wedding band, the massive diamond | had been so proud to give her, was gone. "My lawyer will be in touch with the divorce papers," she said. "Sign them. It' s the last thing | will ever ask of you." ---- She turned to leave, and this time, | knew it was for good.

Panic, primal and absolute, seized me. "No!" | screamed, shoving past Camden. "You can't leave me! We took vows! 'Til death do us part!' You promised you would always love me!" She faced me one last time, and for the first time, | saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes. It wasn't love. It was pity. "| did love you, Gregory," she said, her voice a soft, final whisper. "For fifteen years, my world revolved around you. Ten years of loving you from afar, five years of being your wife. And in all that time, you never truly saw me. You saw a reflection of what you wanted, a convenient comfort.

The man | loved would never have left me bleeding on a floor. He would have chosen me. He would have chosen us." She took a deep breath, the words a final judgment. "| don' t love you anymore." The world dissolved into a meaningless roar. Her words were not a dagger. They were a void, a black hole that consumed everything-the past, the future, my very soul. | had been so sure that her love was an unshakable foundation, a constant | could always return to. And | had just learned, far too late, that | had personally pulverized that foundation into dust. ---- carefree life.

At first, Rosalynn had harbored some hope for her marriage. But over the last couple of years, Brian had constantly seen dating various actresses. It was more than enough to disappoint her and shatter her naive illusions. Rosalynn pursed her lips as she finished reading the article, then she went over to her contact list, searched for Brian's number, and called him. This was the first time she had ever called Brian. Soon, the call connected. "Hello, this is Rosalynn." "Rosalynn? Which Rosalynn?" Brian's voice was deep and smooth.

Although his tone was unmistakably cold, listening to him was quite a pleasant experience. His words, however, were another matter entirely. Rosalynn sneered and clenched her fingers tightly around her phone. He didn't even remember his own wife's name. "This is your wife. At least on paper, anyway." "Ah. What do you want?" Brian's tone became even colder. ---- "l want a divorce," Rosalynn answered as she jabbed her glasses against her face. A moment of silence ensued "Have you made up your mind?" Brian finally asked. "Of course." "What do you want as alimony?

Name it." "There's no need for that. | don't care about your money. And | don't care to share my man with others, either. I've already prepared and signed the divorce agreement. | am walking away with nothing." « Rosalynn spoke in rapid succession without even pausing for breath. She immediately hung up after saying her piece. They might be bound by law, but they were just like strangers. Since the marriage was the only thing tying them, they might as well get rid of it. From now on, they had nothing to do with each other.

Rosalynn trudged upstairs and wrenched her glasses off her face, revealing her smooth, rosy cheeks and delicate features. 4 She packed up her belongings in a single suitcase and stopped by the living room. She placed the divorce agreement on the coffee table, then walked out of the villa without another backward glance. ---- At Hughes Group, the CEO's office was lit up in a warm, yellow light. Brian sat behind the desk wearing a simple, white shirt and tailored black trousers. He stared at his phone, his lips curling in disdain.

At last, his so-called wife could no longer take the insult of his absence and proposed divorce herself. A knock came at the door, and his assistant, Edwin Byrd, entered the room. "Mr. Hughes, it's almost time for your appointment with Mr. Foster." Brian nodded and stood up, plucking his suit jacket from the back of his chair. "Edwin, remove all the trending topics online related to me. And ask my lawyer to retrieve the divorce agreement my wife left at the villa." Edwin perked up at his boss's orders. He knew better than anyone that Brian had never actually dated any woman all this time.

All those scandals had been purposely made up to discredit him and force his wife to ask for a divorce. It seemed that he had finally achieved his goal. Meanwhile, Rosalynn took a taxi to the apartment she had ---- bought for herself. It was located at a prime spot downtown, and her unit boasted of three bedrooms and two living areas. + The place was fully-furnished, and the building itself was equipped with the most advanced security system. Rosalynn put her suitcase away and padded over to the French windows. She looked out into the night, the streets below peppered with bright city lights.

She took out her phone and called her best friend. "Karina, I'm getting divorced." "What? Is that true, Rosalynn? Finally! That's great news! You're single again, congratulations! We should go out and celebrate your newfound freedom!" "Sure."