No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 459

When York heard from Peter that Claudia was playing cards at Grant Manor, his heart sank.

He had been injured saving her, and she was in the mood to play cards?

York lay back on the bed, feeling a dull ache deep in his chest.

Peter stood up and put on his jacket. "Claudia just texted again. I have to go. She never wins when she's playing against that sly fox."

York remained silent.

Seeing York lying there like the life had been drained out of him, Peter sighed. "Don't be like this, York. You'll get used to life without Claudia eventually."

York lay still, hearing the hospital room door open and close. He slowly opened his eyes.

They had been married for three years. He had been busy with his career, with social engagements, with everything.

Claudia had waited for him during the day, waited for him at night. It was always her, waiting.

After Ann James and her son returned to the country, he had given Claudia even less of his time.

Because of them, Claudia had cried, thrown tantrums, had breakdowns, and grown numbly silent... until their relationship deteriorated to the point of divorce.

And he had constantly suppressed her emotions, her temper, her retaliation.

York's body curled slightly in sorrow.

He never knew how agonizing it was to wait for someone alone.

He never knew how painful it was to be ignored, treated coldly, and suppressed by the person you cared about.

When Wendy entered the room, she found her son lying alone on the bed.

Feeling a pang of sympathy, she set down the dinner she had brought and sat by his bedside. "Get up and eat something. We need to talk."

York's vacant eyes slowly regained focus.

He looked at his mother and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, I'm not hungry."

With that, he lowered his gaze, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

York choked back a sob, taking a long time to respond.

"Mom, I was wrong, and I will change," he said. "But I can't give her up."

Just picturing a future with no tie to Claudia at all made his chest tighten painfully.

Faced with such a stubborn son, Wendy felt helpless.

For the next few days, York lay dejectedly in his hospital room, recovering.

Most days he did little more than stare at the door, hoping the next person to walk in would be Claudia.

But no matter how long he waited, she never came.

Time flew by, and soon it was the day of York's discharge.

On the street in front of the outpatient building, York saw Claudia from a distance. She was wearing a white dress, holding Hawley's hand as she stood by Hugh's black Maybach.

She had one hand on the car door while Hugh knelt in front of her, helping her change her shoes.