The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

CHAPTER 84

Aidan's POV

I am tossing in bed with guilt. Pamela said she won't be able to come over tonight but promised to come first thing tomorrow morning. I know she has not been in New York for weeks but Richard informed me that she will be back today. It is past 11 pm already and I can't find sleep.

I am greatly troubled. It is as if I am feeling Anna's pain. It is as if the more her tears, the more I am feeling hurt. I have no idea what is happening to me and why I am feeling this way. I know what I did is wrong but I am not supposed to be feeling this hurt.

When I can take it no longer, I stand up and rush to the door. I throw it open before running down to Anna's room. I don't care what happens, she needs to hear me out and accept my apology. 

As I get close to the door, I am lucky to see Tania coming out with an unhappy expression, I use this opportunity to enter before Anna will come to lock the door from behind again.

I close the door behind Tania who is surprised to see me. Anna is sitting on her bed, looking into space. Another tear rolls down her eyes and I feel the same pain I felt minutes ago. I feel like moving closer to her, to wipe her tears and comfort her. 

But I know she won't allow me. I hurt her deeply. She will probably throw a tantrum if I touch her or she might break my head in anger.

I realize Anna has been my wife for close to a year, yet we barely touch each other. 

"Anna, I'm sorry", I beg, hoping she will give me a listening ear. She is silent and I feel it is her answer for me to explain myself.

"I shouldn't have called you that. Please forgive me", I almost kneel down but I am quick to stop myself. I can't imagine myself kneeling for Anna to forgive me. It will show how stupid I am.

She raises her head like she is just coming out of her trance. She wipes her tears.

"Aidan, you can go", her voice is calm but hoarse.

I don't understand what she means by I can go. Has she forgiven me already?

"I can go?"

"Yes, you can. There is nothing to be sorry about. I should have done this a long time ago but it's not too late. I can do it now", she utters, looking at me squarely in the face.

She is talking in parables. What does she want to do?

"What do you want to do?"

She is silent for a while before saying. "I am leaving."

I can't believe what she is saying. I can't imagine her leaving the house. Who will take care of our daughter and play the role of a mother? I can't even imagine life without her in the mansion when our daughter is here.

"With my child." She adds as if reading my mind.