Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 6

“It was me who called 911. My brother…”

Gwen couldn’t keep her mouth shut. The moment she saw Bethan’s expression, it was already too late.

Bethan squeezed her eyes shut, her heart hollow and dead.

Of course. His first love was back, and she’d brought a five-year-old son with her.

Why would he give a damn whether Bethan lived or died?

Her heart was throbbing painfully.

Bethan clutched her chest with both hands, curled up into a ball, and mumbled, “Fiona, Gwen, my mom just had heart bypass surgery. I don’t want them to see me in the hospital. Can you guys take me home?”

Fiona quickly told her daughter to go downstairs and start the car. “The doctor said you fainted because of low blood sugar and stress. You’ll be better off resting at home. It’s way more convenient there.

“And don’t worry. I’ll handle this. I’ve already called Hugh and told him to come back ASAP.”

On the way home, Bethan reminded Fiona and Gwen again not to interfere in her relationship with Hugh.

No matter how much it hurt, she wanted to figure this out on her own.

Gwen and her mom spent the whole day at Bethan’s, taking care of her and making sure she didn’t skip her medication.

But Hugh never showed up.

Bethan tossed and turned all day. By evening, she finally had some strength back.

After convincing them she was okay, she managed to get them to go home and rest.

Standing in front of the bathroom sink, Bethan stared at herself in the mirror. In just a few days, she’d become a shell of her former self.

She squeezed some toothpaste onto her toothbrush, brushed her teeth, and reached for the cup.

With a loud crash, the cup slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor.

Bethan slowly crouched down and picked up a ceramic piece. The picture of her and Hugh on the cup was broken into tiny fragments.

This cup was custom-made for their first wedding anniversary.

It was part of a matching set, with a selfie she’d taken when she playfully snuggled up to Hugh.

Hugh had thought it was cheesy and refused to use it.

She’d begged him for a whole week, and when she cried herself to sleep one night, he’d finally given in.

Bethan’s barely-held-together emotions exploded again.

She stood up, smashed the other toothbrush cup, and then swept everything on the sink counter onto the floor.

She destroyed everything from the bathroom sink to the shower area.

After about ten minutes, Bethan collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted. Around her were scattered bath products, broken glass, towels, and charging cables.

Bethan lay there in the mess.

She cried and then suddenly burst out laughing.

She’d imagined so many different futures with Hugh, but she’d never thought it would end up like this.

How pathetic.

Meanwhile, at Cavill Manor, Fiona was furious when she saw her son finally walk through the door.

“Hugh, where were you? Do you even know Bethan was in the hospital?”

Hugh replied coolly, “What did the doctor say?”

Gwen glared at her brother. “The doctor said Bethan fainted because of low blood sugar and because you stressed her out so much.”

Hugh just grunted in response.

Fiona scolded him, “Your wife fainted at home. You’re not acting like a husband at all. What’s with that attitude?”

Hugh said, “Don’t worry. She’s fine.”

He thought she was just putting on an act.

Fiona angrily grabbed Bethan’s medical report and threw it in front of Hugh. Hugh casually glanced down at it.

Look at that.

He figured Bethan must be at the hospital taking care of Miranda.

She was really bad at acting.

Just as he reached the bathroom door, his phone started ringing.

He looked at the caller ID and stopped to answer it.

It was Megan. “Hugh, you’re so busy with work, but you still come to the hospital every day. Can you please ask them if I can go home? I’m feeling so much better.”

The exhaustion on Hugh’s face melted away. “Listen to the doctor. Stay a few more days. When you get out, I’ll take you and Hudson shopping.”

Megan perked up. “Thank you, Hugh. You’re still the same guy I remember. Now please get some sleep—you’ve been running yourself ragged.”

After hanging up, Hugh put the phone away and walked into the bathroom.

As he pushed the door open, Hugh was stunned by the chaos on the floor. It looked like a tornado had hit.

When he saw light coming from the shower area, his expression darkened.

He stepped into the bathroom. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Bethan lying on the floor.

He rushed over, scooped her up, and felt her body was ice cold. “Even if you’re upset, you don’t have to hurt yourself like this,” he muttered.

Bethan slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was blank as she stared at Hugh.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

His embrace was warm, but it no longer belonged to her.

Hugh carried her to the bed without a word.

Bethan curled up under the covers, silent as stone.

He got up to clean the mess.

After a few steps, he stopped, turned back, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He pulled the blanket down from her face. “You calm down yet?”