Chapter 8

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Marshall became even angrier.

"Why aren't you talking? Do you want to play dumb?" he said and kept scolding me.

"Mr. Schultz, I took her to the hospital. That's all. What's the big deal? Your secretary is injured, and you don't have a clue. Can't I express my concerns?" Lucas said lazily.

Hearing his words, I suddenly had the urge to punch him.

His words would only make others more suspicious.

As expected, Marshall looked at me meaningfully and no longer said anything.

The meeting continued, and finally, I got off work.

I turned on my phone and was immediately bombarded by texts and missed calls from Derek.

I glanced at the phone screen and then deleted all the texts. After that, I blacklisted Derek's number and tossed my phone in my bag.

Now I was just waiting for Tasha to get back.

After a few peaceful days, both my state of mind and body recovered quite a bit.

One day, just as I got off work, my phone rang. I picked it up and it was Fiona.

I hesitated for a second before picking it up.

"Cynthia, Derek says you're divorcing him. Is that true?" Fiona sounded worried on the phone.

I didn't know what kind of excuse Derek used to explain to Fiona. Anyway, she kept telling me to go home.

"Cynthia, don't be angry. Come back, and you guys can sit down and talk. Don't make any rash decisions."

I thought, 'Talk to him?

How can I possibly do that? The marks on my wrists where he tied them with the rope are still obvious.'

"Fiona, I have already decided. I'm not going back to Derek," I said firmly. "I hope that you can talk to him and let him leave me alone. OK?"

I could only hope that Fiona, who had always doted on me, could help me. She was probably the only one who could talk some sense into Derek, that lunatic.

"Cynthia, even if you want to divorce, you have to go home. You need to negotiate over the divorce papers and then go to court together."

Fiona was right. Without the paperwork, Derek and I were still married.

She promised me again and again that she would make sure Derek cleared things up with me and that he wouldn't do anything to me with her around.

Fiona was always good to me, and everyone knew that. I was sure she wouldn't help Derek hurt me.

After pondering for a few minutes, I decided to take Fiona's advice. I planned on going back to Derek's place at the Beech Pack.

After making up my mind, I called a taxi.

The moment I knocked on Derek's door, Fiona opened it and pulled me into the living room.

With tears in her eyes, she said, "Cynthia, how can you leave? Do you know that you are already a daughter to me? I know. It's all Derek's fault. He has paid too much attention to the pack, and he doesn't take you seriously."

I glanced at the indifferent Derek and pulled Fiona to sit on the sofa.

"Fiona, even if I divorce Derek, you are still like a mother to me."

Seeing that I was so resolute, Fiona did not continue to persuade me.

She wiped her tears and said, "It seems that you have made up your mind already. In that case, I won't stand in your way anymore. But it's getting late now, and the court is closed, so why don't you stay here for the night? You may go tomorrow."

"Fiona, thank you for your understanding," I said gratefully. I glanced at Derek and thought of what happened that day.

So, I hesitated for a second and said, "Now that I have decided to divorce, I'd better have a separate room."

"Sure. I'll sort out the guest room for you," Fiona agreed readily.

I took a quilt and slept in the guest room, and it took me a long time before I fell asleep. Soon after, I woke up because I was thirsty.

I got up to fetch a glass of water, and when I reached the door, I realized that the guest room door wouldn't open.

In an instant, I let go of the doorknob and slumped down on the floor as the despair of being tied up and imprisoned by Derek came over me again.

I was so stupid.

I put myself in the same situation as a few days ago when Derek held me captive.

I couldn't believe how stupid I was. I walked in here voluntarily and became Derek's captive again.

I didn't have much time to think. I looked around and saw that my bag was gone again. I figured that Derek took it away while I was asleep, and locked the guest room from the outside without Fiona knowing.

I looked around for something to unlock the door but couldn't find anything. It looked like Derek learned his lesson. No wonder he said the guest room was kind of a mess and offered to tidy it up before I went in.

Back then, I was wary of him, but the guest room was indeed untidy, and I was a bit of a neat freak, so I let him.

It seemed that the door could not be opened from the inside, so I had to wait for help from Fiona, who had always been kind to me.

I sat motionless on a stool in the guest room and waited until morning.

Derek came in with breakfast. He looked at me as if nothing had happened and said gently, "Cynthia, have some breakfast."

I looked warily at the glass of milk in his hand. Of course, I wouldn't be so stupid to drink it. I asked him, "Derek, do you have any conscience or not? I've been with you for five years. You have been lying to me all along just to have a baby?"

"I really love you. Why else would I want to have a baby with you?" he said, looking at me with affection.

He picked up the glass of milk, blew it, acting that he was so considerate, and handed the glass over.

I smiled coldly and pushed his hand away.

He frowned and said, looking nothing but worried, "Darling, you can't do without food. You'll get sick."

I was so sick that I was not in the slightest mood to eat the food he handed me.

"Derek, you're just afraid that no one will give birth to your baby if I starve to death. Am I right?" I said coldly.

He responded, his face no different from the one I was so in love with before, his tone as affectionate as ever.

"Darling, I love you. You are my mate. Of course, I want you to give birth to our baby."