How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 160

What was wrong with him? Normally, a comment like that would have earned her a retort from Yvan, but today, he was unusually silent.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. Yvan was hugging her.

"Yvan, what are you doing?"

Winifred instinctively tried to pry his hands off, but he held on tight, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

She could feel him trembling slightly.

"Winifred, I'm so sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with pain.

"Yvan, what's gotten into you? Let go of me," Winifred said, swatting at his hands.

Someone was coming down the stairs. Flustered and embarrassed, Winifred decided it was best to get inside.

But with Yvan clinging to her so tightly, even that was a struggle.

She finally managed to get the door open, pulled him inside, and shut it behind them. She turned around, furious. "Yvan, that's enough!"

Yvan finally let her go.

Winifred glared at him. "Yvan, I just spoke to a lawyer. It's illegal for you to block my resignation. I can file a complaint with the labor department and apply for arbitration. Once thirty days have passed since I submitted my letter, my employment is terminated whether the hospital approves it or not. So don't think you can use this to threaten me."

"I won't threaten you. I'll never threaten you again," Yvan said, reaching out a hand as if to touch her face.

Winifred found his behavior strange. She instinctively took a step back, looking at him with suspicion. "Yvan, what are you up to?"

Saying the words out loud for the first time in seven years was like tearing open an old wound, fresh and bleeding. The pain made her grimace.

So it was a miscarriage? Yvan froze, standing there in a daze.

"Do you think it wasn't painful for me?" Winifred cried. "It wasn't a clean miscarriage, I had to have a D&C. I was all alone on that cold operating table, letting those cold instruments scrape around inside me. You will never understand that kind of pain."

Yvan's heart twisted in agony. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her.

But Winifred pushed him away again, sobbing. "The night I lost the baby, I had a dream. In the dream, the baby told me that Daddy didn't want her anymore, and Mommy was having a hard time, so she was leaving. Yvan, this is all your fault! Why did you have to say those things back then? If you hadn't, I never would have broken up with you, and maybe the baby would still be here."

She desperately needed someone to share the years of pain. She knew it was a stretch to blame Yvan for the miscarriage—he hadn't known anything, hadn't done anything. She had even been the one to initiate the breakup.

But right now, she didn't care. Why should she be the only one to bear all the suffering? He deserved to bear some of the guilt, too.