Begged All You Want, But You Will Never Have Me Back - Chapter 17

Nathan was kind. Too kind. He brought me coffee in the mornings. Stayed by my side whenever I visited my mother.

Asked me how I was feeling, if I needed anything, if I wanted to talk. To anyone else, it would have seemed like he was making up for his past mistakes.

I knew better. Nathan Silverfang didn’t do things without a reason. He was playing a long game, waiting for me to break, waiting for me to need him again.”

But I never would. Because I only loved one man. And Xavier was still out there, waiting for me to find him.

I was also sure Nathan had something to do with this and he was keeping it hidden from me. There has to be some motive as to why he was suddenly kind to me.

Thus, I had Nathan follow. I wanted proof that he was lying, proof that he was still the manipulative bastard he had always been. But so far–nothing.

The reports from my men were the same every day.

“He’s clean.”

“He’s not doing anything suspicious.”

“He’s just following you around.“

I didn’t believe it. There was no way Nathan had changed overnight. Did he really regret leaving me? Was it because of love?

Did he knock his head off after seeing me with Xavier? It could be the turning point. He hated Xavier, and seeing me with him must have hurt him.

But still, I won’t believe it. He was biding his time, taking advantage of my grief, waiting for me to be vulnerable enough to fall into his trap again. And I wasn’t the same woman he had abandoned.

I was stronger. And I would never fall for him again.”

“Continue on investigating him. Make sure that to report to me everyday, especially when he did something,” I ordered and they all nodded.

Meanwhile, Amelia was being transferred to a high–security facility. The authorities wanted to ensure she wouldn’t escape again.”

But I knew better. She would find a way. She had people helping her, and whoever they were, they would do it again. I wasn’t going to wait for that to happen.

If the law couldn’t handle her, then I would definitely handle her.

I sat in my office, my fingers drumming against the desk as I faced my trusted men.§

“There will be an accident,” I told them.

A pause. Then a slow nod. I wasn’t planning to kill Amelia. That would be too easy. And I also didn’t want to become a murderer. I still have conscience. I wanted her to suffer. I wanted her to feel the exact same pain I had endured for years.

“Damage her ears,” I ordered. “Make sure she’ll be deaf for life.“

Silence. Then one of my men spoke. “Are you sure?“

I met his gaze. “She made me deaf,” I reminded him, my voice like steel. “It’s only fair I return the favor.“

No one argued. And so, the plan was set.

The breaking news came the next day.”

“Amelia Carter injured in prison transport accident–hospitalized in critical condition.“

I sat on my couch, watching the live broadcast. The footage showed Amelia being wheeled into the emergency room, her head bandaged, her expression one of pure horror.

Her hearing was gone permanently. She had gone mad after the doctors confirmed it. Screaming, thrashing, unable to comprehend what had happened to her. But all I felt was satisfaction.

It was over. That part of my life was over because I was sure that Amelia wouldn’t be able to do a thing. And yet, my heart was still shattered because Xavier was still missing.

I had my men interrogate Amelia.

“What happened to Xavier?“!

She didn’t know. She had no clue where he had gone, how he had disappeared. She hadn’t seen him after the fall. Her fear was real. She had no idea if he was dead or alive.

I wanted to scream. But what would it do? Xavier was still missing.

Days passed, increased the reward money for anyone who had information on Xavier. But no one came forward.

No leads. No progress.

I was losing hope.

I regretted everything. Not telling him how much I loved him. Not stopping him from going that night. Not believing in him the way he always believed in me.

I spent every night staring at my phone, waiting for it to ring. Waiting for someone to tell me he was okay. But there was only silence. Is he really dead? I refused to believe that.

I won’t really be able to take it, but as long as I hadn’t seen the body. So I continued ordering people to find him. I never stopped.

I stayed at home with my mother, waiting for him to come.

Then, the nausea hit. I barely made it to the bathroom before I started vomiting. Sweat dripped down my forehead.

I regretted everything. Not teming him now much I loved him. Not stopping him from going that night. Not believing in him the way he always believed in me.

I spent every night staring at my phone, waiting for it to ring. Waiting for someone to tell me he was okay. But there was only silence. Is he really dead? I refused to believe that.

I won’t really be able to take it, but as long as I hadn’t seen the body. So I continued ordering people to find him. I never stopped.

I stayed at home with my mother, waiting for him to come.

Then, the nausea hit. I barely made it to the bathroom before I started vomiting. Sweat dripped down my forehead, my stomach twisting violently.

I sat on the floor, gasping for breath.

A thought flashed in my mind. It couldn’t be. I grabbed my phone, checking my calendar.”

The date stared back at me. I had missed my period. I reached for a pregnancy test with shaking hands.

Minutes passed. Then, I saw it.

Two red lines.

I froze. My vision blurred. A sob crawled up my throat.

This was Xavier’s child. He was gone–but he left a part of him with me.”

Tears fell freely down my face as I clutched the test.

“Xavier,” I whispered.”

“Come back to me. Come back to our child.”