Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 40

Grace

“ Maybe I should…take it to the court after all. ” I mumble under my breath, my brows pinched in concentration.

My lack of horror towards stabbing Ethan and hurting Lily surprises me. But I still can’t bring myself to regret it.

Instead, I regret not doing it sooner.

“ Or I should— ”

A warm hand around my wrist makes me pause. I look down, to find my hand still holding onto to Tristin’s wrist.

My lips purse, my eyes narrowing on my trembling fingers. It’s so stupid that I haven’t stopped trembling.

It’s like something inside me is screaming at me to wake up, but I am still lost in an abyss, unable to think about anything else but the damn divorce.

The sooner Ethan divorces me, the sooner I can leave this awful world.

I can be at peace. I—

Tristin pries my fingers off his wrist and turns my hand around to look at my palm. I blink at the deep gash on my hand that is bleeding profusely. The scissors must have hurt me too.

After all, it’s not possible to hurt someone else and not get hurt in the way. That’s why they say that…when you are out for revenge, you should dig two graves. One for your enemy and one for yourself.

“ What are you doing? ” Tristin murmurs, his voice cold and hard.

I look up at his face, focus on his darkening eyes and shudder. He looks ready to murder someone.

“ I am doing what you wanted me to do. ” I tell him honestly. “ You want me to distract Ethan, right? Make him so angry with me that he forgets about Lily and focuses on getting back at me? ”

His gaze snaps to mine. The air around me freezes, sending another shudder down my body.

“ Isn’t that why you let him get to me…every time? ” I whisper, wondering why I really thought that he would protect me.

Tristin has no reason to help me. But he has every reason to use me because I am both, a Calder and a Whitlock. It makes me so special for everyone who hates both cocky families.

“ To the hospital, Luca. ” Tristin’s voice breaks me out of the trance.

I pull my hand out of his grip softly and turn to the window. I have already accepted that Tristin is only using me, but it still feels weird every time that I admit this to myself. Why must he act like a friend if he is more like a puppet master to me?

I sense his warm palm over my hand again. He pulls it back towards him.

Startled, I glance at our hands to find him wrapping his tie around it. My eyes lift to his perfect suit, now bare of the tie.

“ You are really good at this. ” I smile, watching him stop the bleeding, his eyes fixed on my hand with a strange look in them.

His silence irks me so I continue. “ You push people into the fire and then pretend to be the savior. Does it stroke your savior complex? ”

A moment passes, but he doesn’t reply. The warmth of his hand seeps into my skin, making me want to draw my hand back but he holds it still, refusing to let it go.

So, I turn away from him again and watch the bright world instead.

An hour ago, I was going to the hospital with Ethan to see Lily. Now, I am with Tristin, on my way to another hospital.

But this ride is not as uncomfortable as the one with Ethan.

When we reach there, Tristin pulls me out of the car and leads me inside. This time, I focus less on the people eyeing us and more on his hand around my wrist.

He should have said something by now instead of dragging me around silently. My frown deepens as he sits me down on the bed of a private room.

Doctors and nurses rush inside, instantly treating my hand and assessing me for other injuries as if I have been in a terrible accident. Their stances are rigid and their movements nervous as they steal occasional glances at the man beside the door.