The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape

Grayson's hands trembled as the car stopped in front of the hospital. He sprang out, carefully lifting Isabella in his arms, his voice breaking as he called for help.

"I need help!" His voice cracked as medical staff rushed toward them. "Please..."

His words turned into a choked sob as the nurses placed Isabella on a gurney. He reached for her hand, but they were already wheeling her away.noveldrama

"We'll take care of her, sir. Please remain calm."

Grayson hesitated, watching as Isabella disappeared through the emergency room doors. The weight of regret bore down on him. He shouldn't have wasted those three days in Paris at the hotel. He should have searched for her, tracked her down, and found where she had been hiding from him.

He remembered how he kept candy jars in every room, ensuring her sweet tooth was always satisfied and showing his care for the little things. But now, when it truly mattered, he had utterly failed her.

"Boss..." Eliot spoke hesitantly, his voice thick with concern. In all the years he'd known Grayson, he had never seen him like this.

But Grayson didn't respond; the only words he wanted to hear now were about Isabella's condition.

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, and then Evan Monroe stormed in, his arrival as tense as the atmosphere.

"Mr. Blake," Evan said curtly, his expression calm and controlled. "I appreciate you bringing Isabella here, but you can leave now. I'll handle things from here."

Grayson stiffened, his tone like steel. "I'm not going anywhere."

Evan's lips curled into a humorless smile as he stepped closer.

"Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Blake. After months of leaving her, do you think you have any right to be here? You were not around when she needed you the most." His eyes burned with disdain. "Do you honestly believe Isabella will want to see you now?"

Grayson's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. In Evan's words, the truth was a bitter pill to swallow, but it only strengthened his resolve.

"Whatever is between my wife and me, we'll resolve it ourselves," Grayson said, his voice carrying the weight of absolute conviction. "I'm her husband, and we'll figure it out together."

Evan's eyes narrowed, and he let out a mocking chuckle.

"They said you're a tyrant. I didn't want to believe it initially, but now I see how you could thoroughly deceive Isabella."

Grayson's jaw clenched at the accusation.

"Fine. I'll leave." Evan turned toward the exit. "I'll return when Isabella kicks you out herself."

Grayson took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He couldn't deny it-Evan was right. He had done precise said, and that realization terrified him.

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A few minutes later, the doctor appeared, holding a clipboard.

"Are you Isabella Prescott's husband?"

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"Yes," Grayson replied.

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"Thankfully, she was brought in quickly. Her blood sugar dropped, which was dangerous, but it's under control now, She'll need to monitor it carefully for the baby's sake. She'll stay in the ward for further observation, but overall, your wife's condition is stable."

Grayson nodded silently.

As he settled into the chair beside Isabella's bed, Evan's accusations haunted his thoughts. Deep down, he knew what Evan said was true. Isabella could easily shut him out of her life, which terrified him.

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I don't know how many times this has happened–losing consciousness, only to wake up in sterile hospital ward.

A slight movement beside me caught my attention. Someone reacting to the rustling of my sheets.

"Isabella..." Grayson's voice caressed my name with an intimacy that made my chest ache, stirring memories I'd fought to

suppress.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, my tone as cold as the sterile room around us.

"As your husband and the baby's father."

I raised my eyebrow.

"We're divorced," I shot back.

I noticed the sadness in his ey

as he gazed at me. "It's my fault. I know it's all

my fault."

My fingers curled into tight fists beneath the thin hospital blanket. Grayson knew because it would have been impossible to hide my pregnancy in my unconscious state. But I had no desire to reconcile with Grayson.

"We're still legally married," he admitted.

His words only fueled my anger! What's the point of playing this hide-and-seek game with Grayson if I'm still married to

him?

"You have the document, and I've already agreed to your terms. So why haven't you submitted the divorce agreement? Or are you hoping I'll take this to court?" "Isabella, please..." he pleaded.

"No, Grayson. Leave." I turned my back on him, facing the wall rather than risk meeting his eyes.

But Grayson didn't leave my side, even though I had turned my back on him. "The timing of the divorce agreement wounded me deeply. It arrived just as I was grieving my grandmother's death. I wasn't in the right frame of mind, and seeing how bold and firm you were with your terms, it's no surprise my reaction was so different."

Looking back, was I wrong to send Grayson the divorce papers? No, I just want to shield myself against heartbreak.

Grayson initiated the breakup, and I couldn't help but pull the trigger. I did it because it hurt too much, knowing I was the one tied to his brother's death. We were tangled in each other's lives until the very end, and all I want is to be Isabella-just being me.

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