Out of Ashes Into His Heart

Gavin was truly enraged after I had slapped him for the third time. He thrust his elbow backward in fury, clearly aiming to strike the person who had grabbed his wrist from behind.

There were no yelps of pain as expected. Instead, Gavin's arms were expertly twisted and pinned against his back by the person behind him.

"You..."

Gavin turned his head, his eyes narrowed with a piercing, menacing glare.

His expression froze when he saw who was behind him. "Tom?"

Tom calmly shot him a cold look. "Don't cause a scene in the hospital. People are watching!"

Gavin pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, forcefully pulling back his arms from behind him as Tom willingly released him.

"Gavin!"

At that moment, Alex rushed out upon hearing the commotion. His eyes were bloodshot as he rushed at Gavin with a loud yell.

Caleb, who had been following closely behind Gavin, quickly stepped in to stop my brother's advance.

"What are you doing?" Gavin's mother was in a panic. "Stop fighting!"

She was powerless to stop him. Deep down, she knew that the mess today, which included the loss of a life, was indeed Gavin's fault.

"Tom, take Gavin away!"

The drama at the entrance finally came to an end after Tom forcibly dragged Gavin away.

For the next few days, the Goulds did not show up again.noveldrama

I busied myself with preparations for my mother's funeral, to the point where I had no time to be sad.

Today, I received a call from the nurse to go and collect my mother's belongings in the hospital.

Dawn was worried about me going there alone, so she accompanied me.

My mother hadn't been in the hospital for a long time, but she had left behind quite a number of items. I only brought a suitcase with me, and I realized I couldn't fit everything in.

"Grace, wait here for a moment. I'll get a bag from the nurse. I'll be right back, so don't go anywhere," Dawn worriedly said.

I nodded. "Sure."

Once Dawn had left the room, I got up to tidy the bed, making sure nothing was left behind.

As I lifted the pillow, I saw something hidden underneath it.

It was a sack filled with items.

Loosening the drawstring, I saw several brightly colored balls of yarn and a half- finished baby hat.

My vision suddenly began to blur, and my heart felt like it was tightly squeezed by

a huge hand. The pain was so unbearable that I almost couldn't breathe.

This was a baby hat that my mother had been crocheting for my unborn child.

I could almost picture her secretly knitting the hat, her heart filled with anticipation

at the thought of meeting her grandchild.

But she would never get the chance to meet my baby.

Because of me.

It was all because of me.

I clutched the unfinished baby hat and collapsed to the ground as I sobbed uncontrollably.

"Grace!"

When Dawn came back and saw me crying on the ground, she hurriedly helped me up.

Her eyes were fixed on the tears that flowed down my face, and she eventually noticed the teardrops landing on the baby hat in my hands.

"Grace, don't cry... Don't let your mom leave this earth without a peace of mind..." Dawn's eyes reddened as she turned away, wiping her tears. She tried to stay strong while comforting me.

I had no idea how long I had cried. My sobs were weak and drawn out, like a small animal that was being bullied harshly and the mother nowhere to be found.

I cried until my throat was hoarse, and I looked up at Dawn with puffy eyes. "Dawn, I've made up my mind."

Dawn brushed my tear-soaked bangs back and tucked them behind my ear lovingly. "You've made up your mind about..." Dawn asked, feeling puzzled.

I took a deep breath. "I want a divorce."

When the words left my lips, I felt a sudden gush of relief washed over me.

Dawn stared at me in shock. After a few moments, she pressed her lips as if she was hesitant to speak. She worriedly looked at my belly. "What about the child? You don't want the baby anymore?"

I instinctively rubbed my stomach. It had been ten days since I found out I was carrying a living being in me.

Those ten days now felt like ten, long years.

I had lost my mother, the person I loved the most. I caused her to leave this earth

with regrets.

"Yes. I don't want it anymore."

"Are you sure?" Dawn's face was full of hesitation.

I turned to look at her. I knew she was worried that I would regret it, but...

"This child cannot come into the world."

I took a deep breath and held back my tears. "If I keep the baby, Gavin and I will

never truly cut ties with me."

This time, I need to cut him off completely from my life...

Even if it meant killing a part of me.

...

Dawn knew that despite my gentle temperament, once I made a decision, no

force on earth could make me change my mind.

It was just like how I had been determined to marry Gavin back then.

But beneath Dawn's happy-go-lucky exterior, she was just a big softie.

"Don't rush into this! You can divorce Gavin first. As for the baby..." Dawn pursed her lips. "Gavin doesn't know you're pregnant, does he?"

I lowered my gaze instinctively. I suddenly remembered the agreement I had with Gavin before the wedding. We had planned to have a health checkup after the wedding. Back then, he had planned to take the pregnancy report from the machine itself to see first-hand that he would become a father.

But now...

He might never know we once had a child together.

I exhaled deeply. "No, he doesn't know."

Dawn still could not bear for me to lose the baby. "Divorce him first, then you can slowly decide what to do about the baby," she said as she held my hands. "If you really make up your mind about getting rid of the baby, I'll go with you for the procedure!"

I looked at Dawn as a warm feeling filled my heart.

In the days after my mother had died, if she hadn't been by my side, I wasn't sure

I could have endured the pain.

"Dawn, thank you."

"Oh, my dear Grace, give me a hug."

After we were done collecting my mother's belongings in the hospital, Dawn drove

me to the Gould family's home.

When Gavin's mother heard I was back, she rushed out of the house to greet me, her face filled with concern. "Grace, you're finally back."

As she was talking, her eyes glistened with tears. "My poor child, you've suffered so much..."

I took a deep breath as I felt a pang of sorrow.

My mother-in-law was the only one in the Gould family who had ever treated me kindly, almost like her own daughter.

Without her looking out for me all those years, I wouldn't have been able to find any happiness living with them.

"I came back to pack my stuff."

She froze for a moment, seemingly realizing something was wrong. "It's a good

idea to move back in with your family for the time being. I'll have the maids help you pack..."

I shook my head, cutting her off. "I'm divorcing Gavin."