Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 8

The door flung open and Grace stood at the entrance, peering inside.

Violette was curled up against the wall, hugging her knees. Her hair was a chaotic mess draped over

her shoulders.

At the sound of the door, she turned her lifeless eyes towards the noise—

"Violette! What happened to you?" Grace was startled to see Violette’s pale face. "How did you get like

this? Did...did Elijah do this to you?"

Grace's voice quivered as she spoke.

Violette had lost a significant amount of weight. Her face was pale and her lips had faint cracks.

Her chest heaved as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Lacey came over with a cup of warm tea, "Ma'am, have some tea first. Don’t worry, I’m here. You won’t

starve."

Grace frowned, "What the hell happened? Isn't Elijah feeding Violette? She's all skin and bones! Is he

trying to starve her to death?"

She was completely taken aback by this.

Storming off to the living room, she found her son, and confronted him, "Elijah, Violette is the wife I

found for you. How could you treat her like this? I can’t stand this."

"Punishment must be served for mistakes. Do you think I would keep her around if it weren't for you?" Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

His voice was cold and indifferent.

To him, starving her for a couple of days was a light punishment compared to breaking her hand.

She had crossed a line she shouldn't have. How could he possibly forgive her so easily?

"Mistake? What mistake did Violette make?" Grace saw Violette as a girl who was easy to get along

with. She wouldn’t have done anything to piss off Elijah.

Elijah clamped his mouth shut, offering no response to his mother.

"I know... I know why you're reluctant to get married and have kids. Elijah, because I know you too well,

I can't tolerate what you're doing. Violette is a nice girl. It’s okay if you don't love her. I just want you two

to be together, even if it's just a marriage in name." As she spoke, tears of pain welled up in Grace's

eyes.

Her voice grew louder, her eyes bloodshot.

Just as Elijah was about to retort, he noticed his mother's condition worsening and immediately

signaled the bodyguards to steady her.

"As long as I'm around, you can't kick Violette out! You can get a divorce if you want... find a woman

you like, but I can't allow you to be alone anymore!" Grace was helped to the sofa, her head spinning.

She felt her breath growing erratic as she spoke.

Thirty seconds later, Grace passed out on the sofa.

Fresh from her recent discharge, Grace was rushed back to the hospital.

Elijah hadn't expected his mother to be so adamant, let alone her anger.

He originally thought he could easily resolve the issue with Violette, but now it seemed more

complicated.

He didn't just dislike Violette; he had an aversion to all women.

Therefore, he couldn't possibly divorce Violette to find another woman.

In the room, Violette felt slightly better after finishing the cup of tea.

She heard what had transpired outside.

Although Elijah had only spoken a few words, it was enough to make his mother pass out from anger.

Lacey brought her a bowl of oatmeal and combed her messy hair.

"Ma'am, did you hear? With Grace around, Mr. Bourne won't kick you out." Lacey comforted her.

Violette was weak because she hadn't eaten for two days, but she was very determined about getting a

divorce.

"I want a divorce." Her voice was hoarse, but each word was clear. "Whether he wants to divorce me or

not, I have to divorce him."

She couldn't stand to be in this place for one more second!

Elijah was a devil, and she didn't want to see him anymore!

Lacey awkwardly said, "Ma'am, don't get upset. Eat your food first. I'm going to check on things."

As Lacey reached the door, she saw the bodyguard wheeling Elijah over and quickly warned, "Sir,

Violette is not in a good mood right now."

Elijah's face was as indifferent as ever, his eyes frosty.

After Lacey left, the bodyguard wheeled him to the door. Violette looked up, her gaze meeting his.

The air seemed to crackle with tension.

"Let's get a divorce, Elijah!" Violette put down her oatmeal, picked up her suitcase, and walked up to

him.

She had packed her bags two nights ago, ready to leave at any moment.

"Go marry the woman you like!" she said, her voice growing harder.

Elijah squinted, each word dripping with ice, "You hate me so much, do you think you did nothing

wrong?"

"I did wrong. I shouldn't have used your computer." Violette tried to control her breathing, "I've been

punished, and we're even now. Do you have a divorce agreement here? If you don’t, I can have it

drafted...”

Seeing her eagerness to cut ties with him, Elijah said leisurely, "Did I say your punishment was over?"

Violette froze at his words.

"Since you find it so painful to be with me, then continue being Mrs. Bourne!" His tone was

commanding, not negotiating, "We will divorce, but now is not the time."

With that, his bodyguard pushed his wheelchair away.

Violette watched his departing figure, her heart filled with hatred.

Why did his word have to be the command?

She suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, her legs weakened, and it seemed like all the strength had been

drained from her body.

She quickly retreated back to bed, and

as she lay there, her emotions gradually cooled down.

Elijah didn't say he wouldn't divorce her. It was just that his mother was currently unwell, so he was

putting off the divorce for now.

In that case, all she needed to do was wait patiently.

A week later, her health had mostly recovered.

After breakfast, she went to the hospital for a check-up all by herself. She had a gut feeling: her baby

might be gone.

She had been starved by Elijah for two days, not a bite of food, just tap water.

In this case, she could only hang in there, but the baby in her belly must have starved to death already.

When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor asked her to have an ultrasound

, during which Violette felt especially awful.

"Doctor, is my baby gone?" she asked.

"Why do you say that?" the doctor asked.

"I starved for two days. I didn't eat anything. And the baby was already not in a good condition..."

Violette said.

The doctor replied, "Oh, just two days without food, that's no biggie. Some pregnant women have

severe nausea and can't eat much for a month."

Violette was anxious, "So my baby..."

"Congratulations!" the doctor said. "There are two gestational sacs in your uterus. You are carrying

twins."