Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 2

Hugh glanced at the text message, then stole a look at Bethan.

When she didn’t react, he quickly typed a response and locked his phone.

“Go to sleep,” he said, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Bethan couldn’t fall asleep. With her eyes shut, her mind was flooded with the heart-wrenching scene of Hugh holding his son in one arm and his beloved first love in the other.

Anger welled up inside her, urging her to grab Hugh’s phone and get to the bottom of things.

But reason held her back. Her mother had just undergone heart bypass surgery and was still in the hospital. This was not the time to start a divorce drama.

At around three in the morning, Hugh’s phone screen lit up again.

A good ten minutes later, he slipped out of the villa.

Hearing the roar of the car engine in the yard, Bethan slowly opened her eyes.

A single text was all it took to get Hugh rushing out in the middle of the night.

That was the power of his first love.

Bethan wanted to scream, to rage at him, but she had nothing left. She could barely breathe, much less find words.

The next morning, Bethan pulled herself together and headed to the hospital to bring her parents breakfast.

Her parents were shocked to see how haggard she looked.

Her mother, Miranda Queen, was awake but still hooked up to IVs, looking pale and exhausted against the pillows. “Bethy, what’s wrong?” she asked.

Bethan quickly tried to soothe her. “Mom, don’t worry. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

Her father, Vincent Olsen, peeled an apple and passed her a slice. “Doctor just stopped by,” Vincent said. “Says your mom’s doing well. Everything’s healing like it should. She’ll probably be out of here in a week or so.”

Learning that Miranda’s surgery had been a success, Bethan finally let out a sigh of relief.

After taking care of Miranda’s breakfast, Bethan was on her way to the attending doctor’s office.

As she passed by the payment counter, she unexpectedly bumped into Hugh.

With his imposing frame, handsome features, and that air of a high-flying executive, it was impossible for her not to notice him.

Their eyes met. Hugh frowned slightly and walked towards her.

Bethan eyed the stack of receipts in his hand but held her tongue.

It was Wednesday, and it was already nine in the morning.

He should have been in the high-level meeting room at the Cavill Group’s headquarters at this time.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he was at the hospital.

Bethan wanted to ask, but she was afraid that she’d lose control and turn into a shrew, afraid that her parents might see, and afraid that she’d end up driving herself crazy without solving anything.

She stood there, suppressing the pain in her heart, waiting for Hugh to say something, or not.

When Hugh reached her, he reached out his hand, as if to take the documents from her.

Just then, his phone rang.

He retracted his hand, took out his phone, and glanced at it.

“I need to take this call. You go ahead and do your thing,” he said, then turned towards the elevator.

He walked in a hurry, speaking in a low voice on the phone, “Hey, stop that, sweetheart,” he cooed.

Those soft, soothing words were like a cold, sharp dagger stabbing at Bethan’s heart.

She could no longer hold back her emotions and rushed into the restroom, sobbing uncontrollably.

So, this was how he could be so patient and gentle with someone.

She’d known Hugh for twenty-five years, and he’d never spoken to her in such a tender tone.

It took a while for Bethan to calm down.

She fixed her makeup in a hurry and returned to the ward.

Miranda immediately noticed that something was off with her daughter. She sent her husband out of the room and reached out her hand to Bethan.

As Bethan came closer, she asked in a weak voice, “Bethy, did you and Hugh have a fight?”

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