Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432 He Didn't Deserve Her Love

It was the wee hours when the plane finally landed.

Hugh, not wanting to rouse Bethan from sleep, booked a room at her hotel and crashed for a bit.

The sun had just peeked over the horizon when Hugh made his way to Bethan's room.

Before he could get a good knock in, a hovering hotel staffer piped up, hinting that she'd stepped out ages ago.

Hugh felt a twitch in his gut, and his usually calm eyes darted around restlessly.

By eight, Hugh was at the hospital entrance, a paper bag filled with local pastries in hand. But the receptionist shot him down, saying Bethan had taken the day off.

With a frustrated huff, Hugh stomped out.

Calls and texts went unanswered, leaving him more on edge than a cat on a hot tin roof.

Jacob sidled up, voice low. "Mr. Cavill, do you want to head back?"

Hugh just shook his head. "City center. Now."

He knew Tristen had touched down the previous day, too.

It didn't take a genius to figure Bethan was probably off with him.

He was in such a hurry last night that he forgot to bring Bethan gifts.

Now, with a brisk Canadian chill in the air, he was on a mission to the mall to grab her some stuff.

Around ten-thirty, they hit up the ritziest mall in town.

On the third floor, Jacob was practically drowning in shopping bags as he tailed Hugh into a trendy women's clothing store.

He kept his mouth shut, but in his head, he was going wild.

What's gotten into Mr. Cavill?

Rushing all the way here just to shop like a madman without even seeing Bethan first. And who knew if she'd even take these gifts?

Another hour flew by, and they were out of the mall, weighed down by a mountain of purchases.

Just as they reached the car, Jacob's eyes bugged out. "Mr. Cavill, look! It's Ms. Olsen!"

Hugh's head snapped in the direction Jacob was pointing.

There were Bethan and Tristen, strolling out of the mall with shopping bags in tow.

Bethan was grinning widely, looking really happy. "Tristen, you're always so busy. You didn't have to come all this way."

Tristen chucked the bags in the trunk and then gently plucked a dead leaf off Bethan's shoulder.

"With your brains in sleep disorders, you're the cash cow I can't afford to lose. I'm half-tempted to lock you up at my place so no one else can steal you," he joked.

Tristen was the whole package: a solid character, from a well-to-do family, and blessed with an easy-going nature.

Yet, at this stage of her life, Bethan was more hell-bent on climbing the career ladder than chasing after romance.

She thought it pointless to waste her time and energy on love, which didn't last.

Meanwhile, not far away, Hugh stood there, frozen. He stared at Bethan and Tristen leaving, and his fingers automatically tightened around the tote bag handle.

In this far-off foreign land, Tristen had been nothing short of a guardian angel to Bethan.

He'd booked a nice hotel really close to the hospital. When it got cold, he took a flight to go shopping with her, and he even knelt down to tie her shoelaces.

And that confession? It was so light-hearted, placing zero pressure on Bethan.

Noticing Hugh looked down, Jacob stepped in quickly, took the bags from him, and put them in the car trunk.

Hugh propped his hand on the car door, his body slumping forward. A pang of pain twisted inside his chest.

Even someone like Tristen, who was new to love, knew the basics of relationships. He knew that once he had a girlfriend, he shouldn't do little things like tying shoelaces for other women—and a wife was someone he should cherish and take care of.

But in their three-year marriage, Hugh had been completely oblivious to Bethan's feelings.

His actions had left her bruised and hurting.

Hugh was acutely aware that he didn't deserve her love.

Nor did he stand a chance of getting her forgiveness.