The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 356

"Get out!"

Gideon snapped his head up, unleashing a deafening, thunderous roar.

With one arm wrapped fiercely around Giselle, he used his other hand to violently shove Nora's shoulder with terrifying force.

Nora's legs were already weak from the frantic run, compounded by the exhaustion of her pregnancy. The sheer brutality of the shove sent her flying backward, crashing heavily onto the freezing, solid marble floor.

Gideon's eyes were wildly bloodshot, laced with horrifying red veins. He glared at Nora sitting slumped on the ground, his gaze radiating an icy, homicidal hatred.

"Don't touch her!!"

Gideon roared at Nora, his voice cracking from the strain.

He tightened his arms, crushing Giselle's body even closer to his chest.

"Don't touch Giselle with your dirty hands!! No one is allowed to touch her!!"

Holding the freezing body, he pressed his face against Giselle's blood-soaked forehead, muttering the same phrase like a broken record.

He refused to let anyone near, aggressively turning away the medics trying to check her vitals, stubbornly trapping himself in his own agonizing world.

The bodyguards and medics were so horrified by his terrifying state that they froze in place, too terrified to take a single step closer.

Nora sat slumped on the cold ground.

She forgot to stand up. She just stared blankly at Gideon kneeling in the blood.

She watched the tears streaming endlessly from his eyes, watched his absolute madness as he fiercely guarded Giselle's corpse, refusing to let the world near her.

His tears shattered against the pavement, striking Nora's battered heart right alongside them.

She had never seen him in such profound, agonizing pain.

Just a while ago, she had made the absolute decision to demand a divorce after the birthday banquet, completely ready to leave the Hayes family.

Back then, Gideon's eyes held only displeasure, coldness, and the exhaustion of having his authority challenged.

Even his past attempts to keep her—the fleeting moments of warmth and intimacy that gave her so many false hopes.

Perhaps they were just because he was accustomed to having a dutiful, convenient wife around. He simply didn't want the annoyance of changing his lifestyle or dealing with the mess of a divorce.

He had never truly loved her.

His emotions, his calculated mind, had never been swayed by her in the slightest.

All his madness, all his total breakdowns, were reserved exclusively for Giselle.

Nora sat quietly on the ground.

The night wind violently whipped the hem of her black dress.

She stared into Gideon's bloodshot eyes, watching his desperate, protective embrace of Giselle.

Her joys, her sorrows, her presence, and her very life and death—in his world, they were never even worth mentioning.