It Doesn’t Matter Anymore novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

At the hot spring villa, the heating was stifling.

Sylvia, wrapped in a plush bathrobe, snuggled closer to Greyson. “I owe you everything for protecting me, Grey,” she murmured, her voice laced with honey. “I don’t know what I would have done if I’d actually gone to jail…”

She trailed off, cautiously searching his face for a reaction. “Allison… she must hate me now, doesn’t she?”

Greyson seemed elsewhere. He was absentmindedly fiddling with his phone, an inexplicable sense of unease tightening in his chest.

Purchase completed

He frowned, more to himself than to her. “Allison is reasonable; she’ll get over it. Besides, I sent her 850,000 dollars-that’s more than enough to smooth things over. When we get back, I’ll buy her a new car.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than a frantic pounding echoed at the door.

Jimmy burst in from the rain. He looked completely rattled, his military cap pulled askew.

Greyson’s heart lurched, and he surged to his feet. “What is it? Is it Allison…? Did her injuries get infected?”

Jimmy shook his head, holding out a document with trembling hands.

“Colonel Debeaux… Priscilla brought this to the compound. She was in tears. Allison… she’s gone. She left this divorce agreement behind.”

“What?”

Greyson’s eyes widened sharply as he snatched the papers over.

The paper was thin, yet it felt as heavy as lead.

At the very top, the words “Divorce Agreement” seemed to sear his vision. In the bottom right corner was Allison’s signature-delicate yet resolute, and dated today.

Beside it were the cold, cruel terms he had written himself while drunk three years ago.

He had jotted them down carelessly and forgotten they even existed, never imagining she would keep them hidden for three years-only for them to resurface now as the blade that severed the last tie between them.

“This is impossible…” Greyson’s face went deathly pale, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. “How dare she… This has to be fake! She’s just looking for attention.”

Jimmy lowered his head, unable to meet his eyes. “Colonel Debeaux… it’s real. The lawyers confirmed that the paperwork has been fully processed. Allison took everything she owned and left only this behind.”

Jimmy opened his palm, revealing the simple wedding band and a cold house key.

Something in Greyson’s mind snapped with a deafening crash.

He roughly shoved Sylvia aside as she tried to steady him, grabbed his keys, and bolted for the door.

“Grey! Where are you going?”

Ignoring her completely, he threw himself into his Jeep and floored it. The engine roared like a caged beast as he tore out into the driving rain.

By the time he reached the compound and shoved open the front door, he could barely draw a breath.

The place was empty.

It was hauntingly, unbearably empty.

In the foyer, the pink slippers she always wore were gone.

“She went to her parents’, didn’t she? That’s it! She must have gone back to her parents”!”

Clinging to the thought like a lifeline, Greyson rushed back out into the rain.

When he arrived at the Nosciter’s residence, the iron gates were tightly shut.

The door was eventually opened by Allison’s brother, Jasper Nosciter. A renowned surgeon in San Antonio, Jasper was typically known for his refined and gentle nature, but now his gaze was as cold and sharp as a scalpel.

“Jas!” Greyson shouted, soaked to the bone. “Let me see Allison! I know I messed up. I’ll make it right. I’ll take her home!”

“Home?” Jasper adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and sneered, “Colonel Debeaux, I don’t think I deserve that kind of familiarity from you. When Allison insisted on marrying you, our entire family was against it. She stayed on her knees all night, begging us to give her our blessing. And for what? How have you treated her these last three years? Like a servant? A punching bag? A safety net for Sylvia?

“Do you have any idea how much my sister has suffered under your roof? How could you even think of throwing her into a cell?”

Jasper stepped forward, seizing Greyson by the collar. His voice dropped to a low, lethal whisper, dripping with bone-chilling hatred.

“Every single wound you’ve inflicted on her, Greyson….. my family will remember them. Don’t bother looking for her. You won’t find her. You will never see her again in this lifetime.

“Get out!”

The gate slammed shut in his face.

Greyson stood frozen in the rain, staring at the closed gates. For the first time, it finally sank in.

Allison did not want him anymore.

The Allison who had always waited for him, no matter how cold he was or how deeply he hurt her, was truly gone.