The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 86

I collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed.

By the time Frank returned, I still hadn't recovered.

"What's wrong?" he asked, helping me up.

I had changed back into my clothes, feeling utterly drained.

"Maybe... we shouldn't get married," I said weakly.

I felt his hand tremble for a moment.

He looked at me, his expression unreadable.

We sat in silence for what felt like three minutes before he smiled faintly.

"Whatever you want."

"Sir, should we still keep the wedding dress she chose?" the clerk asked.

Frank rarely spoke this little.

"Not for now," I replied.

"Understood."

Packing up my belongings, I felt completely sapped of energy.

Frank asked the same question three times before I finally heard him.

"Why?"

I looked up at him, exhausted.

The moment our eyes met, I noticed the redness at the corners of his eyes.

I didn't reply.

Frank lowered his head, his bitter smile accompanied by the sound of his tears hitting the floor.

It tore at my heart.

For three days, I didn't see Frank.

The guilt grew heavier.

I packed my things and went back to my hometown, but the house was empty.

Sitting in the quiet yard, I cried uncontrollably.

Late that night, the gate creaked open.

"Eason Graylen, if you've touched my father—"

I looked up and froze.

"Dad?"

"Sweetheart? Why are you back so suddenly?"

I rushed over to him, inspecting him anxiously.

"Dad, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

I hugged him tightly, crying harder.

He seemed to remember something.

"Someone did come by a few days ago, but another group chased them off. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"That man's name... it was something like Graylen."