Christian PoV-
Where the fuck did everything go wrong? The last few days have been torture, the tension between myself and my beautiful yet reckless wife is killing me, physically and emotionally. You would have thought that with the amount of crap that I've had to deal with in my life, it would allow me to be capable with not speaking to someone for a few days, even months. I'm pretty sure that I spent weeks not speaking to my parents before I met Ana. Yet I can't seem to do it with her.
She completely beguiles me, from the minute I saw her she blew me off of my feet with her innocence, her beauty, her intelligence. She makes me proud everyday just with a single smile, proud to say that she's mine. Only mine. But that won't be the case anymore. What kind of father could I be?
I'm aware that I acted like a dick the other night, seeing the hurt resonate on her face made me want to fall on my knees and beg for her forgiveness for everything that I have ever done to hurt her, but I'm a stubborn man. Plus I was drunk, probably not a good combination for that particular conversation. Despite Ana's beliefs, I didn't seek to see Elena the other night, if I had it my way I would never see her aged, makeup plastered face again in my life, but clearly the old man upstairs wanted to punish me and somehow I ended up in a bar with Elena. No matter how many times I told her to leave, she made another excuse to remain in my presence so I left, called Taylor and slept on the way home.
So here I am sat at my desk at Grey Enterprises, trying to decipher my notes from the meeting I was sat in only half an hour ago, but the portraits on the wall keep on distracting me. My beautiful baby's face staring down at me, I never meant to hurt her. The last thing I want to do is hurt my wife, my mesmerising Ana, the woman who saved me from my demons and brought me into the light, my angel. What have I done to us?
I'm so distracted by my wife's portraits that I don't realise when Taylor sweeps into the room and stands in front of my desk.
"Sir" he says clearly, waiting for me to respond to him.
"Taylor, what it is? I'm busy."
"Sir, I just wanted to inform you Sawyer is on the phone and is saying that Mrs Grey has gone home as she isn't feeling too well, Sawyer has driven her home, he says that has it all under control and they have just arriv-"
"What's wrong with her? Is it serious? Has she gone to the hospital?" Is it the baby, is this why she's ill, maybe it's just morning sickness, but its midday it can't be. Maybe it's me, the stress that she's been under recently can't be good for her.
"Taylor, we're going back to Escala, 10 minutes I just need to finish this contract." I'm worried, anxious and angry, not a good combination for me, I just need to know that my Ana is okay. Taylor leaves the room and I quickly pack my work into my bag, I've been missing out on loads of work recently and my company can't afford for me to be distracted.
Ten minutes later, I'm sat in the back seat of Taylor's SUV, my hands tapping the side of my knee in a nervous fashion. As much as I'm still angry and frustrated about the fact that my wife is having a baby due to her lack of organisation, my fear is overriding. At this moment in time, my own fear of being a father has taken a back seat and instead concern for my wife's health takes priority, what if Sawyer was lying when he said that he had everything under control? What if its all a lie and shes leaving me, using her illness as a ploy to distract all of us, would my wife do this to me? No, she wouldn't do that, would she?
"Taylor, I need to be home ASAP." I can't take this any longer, the anticipation of what could be occurring back at Escala is killing me. This is why I like control. I grab my phone from my pocket and reply to some work emails to distract myself from my thoughts that are rapidly spiralling out of control.
We finally reach Escala, the elevator seems to be going slower than normal. Agitation rises up in me again, what's the point of being a bloody billionaire if you can't even have everyday functions work properly for you?
As I walk into the foyer, my heart stops. The flowers on the table seem to act as a focal point in the room, they are the flowers that were present at our wedding. My throat constricts itself, seemingly choking me when I come to a realisation; how could I have hurt my Ana like this, all the horrible things that I have said and done in the last few days swim across my mind, taunting me, making me feel even more remorseful. In that moment, I knew what I had to do.
Taylor from behind me informs me that Sawyer mentioned that Mrs Grey had gone for a bath.
"Which room?" I ask, please not the spare room again.
"The guest bathroom." Without another word, he walks quietly into the security office. I stand stock still in the middle of the apartment, I need to fix this.
"Ana" I call out loudly, hoping for a reply but I receive none. I can hear the taps running, echoing around the living room from upstairs. I briskly run up the stairs to the first floor, calling out Ana's name again, but again, I am met with no reply.
Panic rises in me and, without thinking, I barge into the guest bathroom and my heart stops for the second time in five minutes.
"ANA, no!" I scream, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I run over to the bath and lift my wife's body from the hot, scented water.
No. No. No. This cannot be happening, please god no, not my beautiful wife. I didn't mean any of it please, punish me for my sins not her, not her.
I am caught up in my misery, tears cascade down my cheeks. Before Ana, I cannot remember the last time that I cried.
Then, I hear a gasp that both stops and restarts my heart.
