My Husband Realized He Loved Me After I Stopped Loving Him Chapter 05

My Husband Realized He Loved Me After I Stopped Loving Him Chapter 05

Three documents, handed to him side by side. 

Vivian Calloway’s labor induction and D&C 

procedure form. Chloe’s fetal monitoring report. 

And a divorce settlement agreement. 

He looked at the first two and just scoffed. 

A fake pregnancy–not the first time Vivian had 

pulled that stunt. 

Her uterus had already been shattered when she 

lost their first child years ago. 

They’d tried everything since. But the doctors had 

told him long ago that another pregnancy was 

unlikely. 

He’d stopped hoping a long time ago. 

He pulled out Chloe’s fetal monitoring report, 

tossed it in the trash, thinking Vivian’s tricks were 

getting more and more amateurish. 

Then he flipped to the divorce agreement, and his 

breath caught. 

He frowned, flipping through the pages, his chest 

visibly tightening. 

He felt a wave of irritation at this latest stunt of 

hers, laced with an anger he couldn’t quite place. 

All these years, no matter how ugly things got 

between them, Vivian had never once joked about 

divorce. 

He’d never even considered it a real possibility. 

Partly because he was certain she couldn’t leave 

him–he’d spent years learning exactly how deep 

her feelings ran, down to the last detail. 

Partly because… 

He suddenly remembered how she’d looked, 

standing on that rooftop, after losing their first. 

child. 

The hollowness in her eyes still made his skin 

crawl to this day. 

He picked up his phone and called her. No answer. 

He started typing. 

[Get on a call with me. Let’s talk.] 

[Don’t do anything rash. You know what I’m 

capable of. If you hurt yourself, I’ll match you and then some.] 

That trick had worked for years. 

Every single time, the moment he put himself on 

the line, Vivian backed down first. 

Her feelings for him had always run far deeper 

than her feelings for herself. He’d always known 

that. 

But this time, he waited and waited. 

The chat stayed empty. No reply. 

The doctor beside him spoke up carefully. 

“Mr. Ashworth, Ms. Calloway should already be on 

an international flight. She’s not reachable right 

now.” 

Grant’s head snapped up. 

“International? Where did she go?” 

The doctor flinched at the sharpness in his voice 

and shook his head. 

“She didn’t say. She left in a hurry. 

“She even transferred her shares in this hospital.” 

A sharp buzz erupted in Grant’s skull. 

Transferred her shares? 

She’d actually given them up? 

The hospital was the last thing her parents had 

left her. The empire she’d fought tooth and nail to 

hold onto for years–she’d just let it go, just like 

that? 

And now she’d left the country… 

A memory he’d been trying to forget surfaced. 

How they’d lost that first child. 

That year, he’d been cornered overseas by rivals, 

and Vivian, heavily pregnant, had flown out to save 

him. 

On the way back, their private plane had gone 

down. 

In the second before impact, he’d thrown himself 

over her. 

They’d both survived. The baby hadn’t. 

Eight months along. Full term. The doctor had 

said it was only days away. 

Since then, Vivian had never left the country again. 

She wouldn’t even say the word “plane” without 

going pale. 

Heights, turbulence, enclosed spaces–anything 

that could remind her of that child, she avoided. 

There was no way someone like that would get on an international flight. 

His hands started shaking. 

He grabbed his phone and mobilized everyone 

under his command. 

“Find out where Vivian went.” 

“Trace every hospital, every property, every 

account under her name. I need to know exactly 

where she is and how she’s doing–now!” 

His people moved fast. The reply came fast too. 

“Sir, Mrs. Ashworth’s entire domestic portfolio- 

hospitals, real estate, funds–all of it’s been 

liquidated.” 

The veins in Grant’s hand stood out as he gripped 

the phone. 

He tried a different number. Still no answer. 

For the first time in years, he felt something 

spinning completely out of his control. 

Chloe’s call came in while he was scrolling back 

through messages Vivian had sent him the month 

before, searching for some clue, any clue. 

“Grant, I don’t feel well. Can you come?” 

“Grant? Are you there?” 

Grant said nothing for a long moment before 

finally answering, voice hoarse. 

“Have the doctor look at you.” 

“I… I have something going on here.” 

It was the first time he’d ever hung up on Chloe 

first. 

He pulled out the divorce agreement again. 

On the last page, the signature was, without question, Vivian’s own handwriting. 

He stared at that line for a long time, until the 

phone rang again. 

“Sir, Ms. Calloway’s exit records show she flew to 

Scandinavia, but once she landed, all her 

movements were encrypted. Professional–level 

concealment.” 

Grant closed his eyes, forcing down the panic and 

unease building in his chest. 

“Book me the next flight to Scandinavia…” 

“No. Get the private jet ready.”