Chapter 8
At the hospital, Javier held Michelle, who was wrapped up in layers of bandages, and pushed the trophy into her hands.
“I promised you-every prize from this competition would belong to you.”
Watching Michelle light up with joy, he finally remembered Skylar.
He turned and asked his bodyguard, “Where’s Skylar? If she’s doing okay, tell her to come apologize to Michelle.”
Since Michelle was okay, he figured it was time to move on. Honestly, he still had feelings for Skylar. He wanted to make things right and live peacefully with her.
The bodyguard hesitated, then answered carefully, “Mr. Gomez, did you forget? Mrs. Gomez is still at the venue.”
Javier stood up, looking shocked. “She didn’t make it out?”
“No, Mr. Gomez. The earthquake hit hard. Even if she crawled out, she probably didn’t survive the aftershocks.”
Javier dropped back into his chair, stunned. He grabbed his car keys, ready to bolt. But just as he opened the door, Michelle whimpered behind him.
“Javier, my wound hurts…”
He rushed back to her side and told the bodyguard to bring in another doctor.
“Javier, Skylar is blessed,” Michelle said. “She’s probably fine.”
But Javier couldn’t shake the weight pressing down on his chest. Even after hearing Michelle’s words, he just nodded perfunctorily.
He searched nonstop for three days. But in the end, all he got was a small urn placed on his desk.
The bodyguard reported carefully, “Mr. Gomez, she’s gone. No one claimed her body, so the funeral home cremated her.”
Javier’s chest tightened. His breathing grew heavy as he stared at the ashes. “No way. Skylar wouldn’t die! She’s fak- ing this, right? Does she think I’ll forgive her if she pulls something like this?”
He grabbed the urn and slammed it to the floor.
“Tell her-if she shows up now, I’ll forgive her!”
But the bodyguard kept his head down, silent.
“My condolences, Mr. Gomez.”
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Javier threw on his coat and stormed out.
“Skylar is quite capable of bribing you. Fine, I’ll go drag her back myself!”
“Drag who back?”
Anthony walked in, leaning on a cane, his expression grim.
“Grandpa, why are you here?” Javier asked, drained.
“She’s already gone. You didn’t treat her right while she was alive. Don’t keep making it worse now. You hurt her enough. Let her rest.”
Looking back, Anthony could only blame himself for not stepping in sooner.
He had agreed to their marriage because Javier seemed truly in love with Skylar. Even when things went south be- cause of Michelle, Anthony thought it was just a rough patch they’d move past.
So, he stayed out of it. He never imagined it would end like that.
