Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

“She’s been suffering for three years the housekeeper’s voice rose. Three years of being treated `kke she’s nothing!”

Grandfather’s hand landed on Josephine’s shoulder. “Jo. The ambulance-

“You want to know something, Mr. Sterling?” She turned back to me. “Three years ago, at that yacht party? That drink you thought Elena drugged? She never

touched it. Not once.”

My blood ran cold.

“She was set up. Framed. And you were too blind to see it because you already thought she was some gold-digging whore.”

No. That’s not-

But pieces started clicking into place. The timing. The way Victoria had been so quick to show me those photos.

“Julian.” Grandfather’s voice was grave. “Is this true?”

1- My throat closed up. “I didn’t know. I thought-”

“You thought the worst of her, Josephine finished. “Because that’s what rich boys like you do.”

Sirens wailed in the distance, getting closer.

I looked down at Elena. At my wife. At the mother of my child.

“I’m not letting her go,” I said quietly. “Whatever happens-I’m not letting her go

Josephine laughed-bitter and broken. “You think you have a choice? You think after everything you’ve put her through, she’ll stay?”

“She’s carrying my child.”

“So what? You think a baby makes up for three years of cruelty?”

“No.” I cut off Grandfather before he could speak. “She’s my wife. She’s carrying my child. I don’t care what happened three years ago. She belongs to me, and I’m not letting her go.”

The ambulance pulled up, its lights painting everything in harsh red and white. Paramedics rushed out, taking over.

I tried to follow as they loaded Elena onto the stretcher, but one of them held up a hand.

‘Family only in the ambulance.”

I’m her husband.”

“Elena.” I leaned closer. “I know you can’t hear me. But I need you to fight. You and our baby-you both need to fight.”

Her eyelids fluttered but didn’t open.

“I know I don’t deserve you,” I continued, my voice rough. “I know I’ve been a complete bastard. But I’m not letting you go. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Josephine made a sound-something between a sob and a laugh. “Still making demands. Still trying to control everything.”

‘It’s not about control.” I looked up at her. “It’s about-

“Love?” She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t insult my intelligence, Mr. Sterling. You don’t love her. You just can’t stand losing something you think belongs to you.”

Maybe she was right. Maybe I was just a possessive bastard.

But as I sat there, my hand on her stomach, feeling the faint warmth of her skin through the wet fabric, I knew one thing with absolute certainty:

I wasn’t letting her go. Not now. Not ever.

Whatever it took. Whatever I had to do.

She was mine. The baby was mine. And I’d burn the whole world down before I let anyone take them from me.