The Ex and Her Riches

Gwendolyn’s tears turned into a stream. She could not stop them.

Clutching his hand, she screamed, “Don’t you dare die, Cedrick! I’m going to marry someone else if you die and make you regret it as long as you live!”

Cedrick’s bloody lips parted in a painful smile.

“T-That won’t do. You’re mine.”

Despite her tears, she managed a chuckle before turning to the two paramedics in the corner. “I’m here. Send him in, quickly.”

Cedrick would not let go of her hand. “Let me explain, Gwenny, please?”

“Be good and go through with the surgery. I’ll be out here. You can tell me everything when it’s over.”

Cedrick’s visage was paler than ever. It looked as though every drop of blood had been drained from him. It was plain he could not hold on much longer.

However, he stubbornly maintained his grip on her wrist—he wanted to get a good look at her. There was only a ten percent chance of survival if he went in, and he feared he might never regain consciousness.

Gwendolyn’s heart wrenched painfully. She forced herself to pry his fingers apart and watched him being wheeled into the emergency room.

The light came on, indicating that the surgery was underway. Gwendolyn sat outside and gazed blankly into space. The tears streaking her face had not yet dried.

It was her first time shedding tears in front of that many people, but she did not care. All she knew was that she did not want Cedrick to die.

She waited for three hours until nine that night, yet Cedrick still had not emerged.

Nico sent the squadron home. With a similarly grave expression, he sat on the bench across from Gwendolyn.

Then, as if he had considered something at length, he began, “You thought that Mr. Jenson had lied to you about the incident involving the abandoned warehouse six months ago. He was not. He did enter knowing full well he might die. If not for the rest of the boys making it there in time to rescue what’s left of him, he would have died in the fire.”

looked up slowly to meet

been going through internal strife, and he needed to return and deal with it. The whip scars on his back are a consequence of his defiance of the Jenson family laws. Though he

gaze flicked and he skipped the part about the virus

for the virus within him, and it necessitated a trip to the

not a word of any of it

he only knows how to give everything he has but would never tell you any of his pain. He was ashamed to reunite with you after regaining his identity because he was afraid you would hate him more if he mentioned it. He feared

with guilt to the brim,

blood every time shut her eyes. Worse still, something

during the incident at

kept all that from her. She blamed him for his deception

her heart sear with pain as though it was stabbed. The intensity of it made her

“I am sorry.”

words, she could not offer anything else

is not what he needs. Just a little bit of love on your part will send him over the

not because he wanted

Old Mr. Jenson and asked to call off the engagement instead. Worse

proposed for the engagement to be called off, but he

did not add up, he quickly

the entrance to the emergency

was somebody sent by Mr.

How well does

serious. “Not very well. The internal strife the Jenson family went through was caused by Mr. Yael, Mr. Xander’s father. Mr. Cedrick had only been back for three days and the

her lips. Looking down, she did not

grew colder. “Do you know how

taken aback. “Ms. Gwendolyn, are you

a cold, dangerous glint

time to settle the score

…

the evening, and a muffled

Xander was drying his

the bedroom, the lights in his chandelier began flickering. The curtains, too, rustled from being

something awry, he put his gold-rimmed glasses