Chapter 144

---- Chapter 144 Giselle called Anne on WhatsApp. It rang for less than a minute before she answered and yelled at her, "What the hell do you want? Are you out of your fucking mind?" "Your fiance showed up at my place and tried to harass me, so Ibeat him up until his head bled. Now, he's lying outside my door. Come get him!" With that, Giselle hung up on Anne. Giselle returned to her bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it securely.

Whether the man outside lived or died no longer concerned her. Plus, she didn't want to get involved with him anymore. Even if he dropped dead the next second, not an ounce of pity would stir in her. Closing her eyes, she thought about the excruciating pain she had felt lying on the operating table during her abortion, the child she had lost forever, and the crushing fact that she could never become a mother again.

Even with a heart that had long since gone barren, the grief pulsed through her in quiet waves. Donovan sat slumped against the wall outside her door. Blood from the gash on his head had run down his face and soaked his shirt. His old and fresh wounds blended into a dull throb that blurred the edges of his consciousness. Yet, he didn't want to ---- move or call anyone. He habitually lit a cigarette , drowning himself in the brief relief the smoke provided.

Donovan had finally realized that their relationship was truly over. The chaos he kept stirring up, the outbursts, and the confrontations were just because he couldn't get used to living ina world where she no longer screamed, argued, or clung to him. He didn't even know what he wanted from her anymore. All he knew was that he wasn't used to her absence.

He was a man who was born and bred at the top of the food chain, He was used to getting everything he wanted, whenever he wanted, including women who came and went at his whim. He had never expected Giselle to be far colder and more ruthless than he had imagined. Donovan leaned against the wall, numb and lost in thought. He had a splitting headache, and his body ached as if everything inside him was crushed. His consciousness started to slip as well.

He had no idea how long he'd been sitting there, but Giselle never opened the door for him again. Just then, the elevator doors slid open, and Anne walked out. Noticing him crumpled on the floor, blood streaking his face, she rushed up to him and fretted, "Don! Where are you hurt? Why are you sitting here? What happened? Why didn't you go to the hospital?" Donovan didn't even lift his gaze or respond.

---- Anne had assumed Giselle was bluffing when she called, but she still sped over in less than 20 minutes, only to witness this scene. Part of her wanted to pound on the door and call Giselle out for a face-to-face confrontation, but she soon. decided it wasn't worth it. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital! You're seriously injured." Noticing how pale he looked and how unfocused his gaze had become, she was worried sick.