Entwined with You(111)

“She would rather be dead than live without him,” he said tonelessly.


I looked back at him. Suddenly, I understood. “You told her, didn’t you? About our engagement.”


“And look how well she took the news.”


Jesus. I took a shaky step toward the wall, needing the support. How could she not know what a suicide attempt would do to Gideon? She couldn’t be that blind. Or had his reaction, his guilt, been her aim all along? It made me sick to think of anyone being that manipulative, but there was no denying the result. Gideon was back at her side. At least for now.


A doctor entered the room, a kind-looking woman with cropped silvery blond hair and faded blue eyes. “Mr. Giroux?”


“Oui.” Jean-Fran?ois stepped forward.


“I’m Dr. Steinberg. I’m treating your wife. Could we speak privately for a moment?”


Corinne’s father stood. “We’re her family.”


Dr. Steinberg smiled gently. “I understand. However, it’s Corinne’s husband I need to speak with. I can tell you that Corinne will be fine after a few days’ rest.”


She and Giroux stepped out of the room, which effectively cut off the sound of their voices, but they were still visible through a glass wall. Giroux towered over the much shorter doctor, but whatever she said to him had him crumbling visibly. The tension in the waiting room ratcheted up to an unbearable degree. Gideon stood beside his mother, his attention snared by the heartrending scene unfolding before us.


Dr. Steinberg reached out and placed a hand on Jean-Fran?ois’s arm, still speaking. After a moment, she stopped and left him. He just stood there, staring at the floor, his shoulders slumped as if a great weight pressed down on them.


I was about to go to him, when Gideon moved first. The moment he stepped outside the waiting room, Giroux lunged at him.


The thud as the two men collided was teeth-rattling in its violence. The room shook as Gideon slammed into the thick glass wall.


Someone shouted in surprise, then yelled for security.


Gideon threw Giroux off and blocked a punch. Then he ducked, avoiding a blow to the face. Jean-Fran?ois bellowed something, his face contorted with fury and pain.


Corinne’s father rushed out at the same moment security arrived with stun guns drawn and aimed. Gideon shoved Jean-Fran?ois off again, defending himself without once throwing a punch of his own. His face was stony, his eyes cold and nearly as lifeless as Giroux’s.


Giroux shouted at Gideon. With the door left open by Corinne’s father, I caught part of what was said. The word enfant needed no translation. Everything inside me went deathly still, all sound lost to the buzzing in my ears.


Everyone rushed out of the room as both Gideon and Giroux were flex-cuffed and hustled toward a service elevator by the guards. I blinked when Angus appeared in the doorway, certain I was imagining him.


“Mrs. Cross,” he said softly, approaching me carefully with his cap in his hands.


I could only imagine how I looked. I was stuck on the word baby and what that could possibly mean. After all, Corinne had been in New York as long as I’d known Gideon … but her husband hadn’t been.


“I’ve come to take you home.”


I frowned. “Where’s Gideon?”


“He texted me and asked me to come get you.”


My confusion turned into a sharp pain. “But he needs me.”


Angus took a deep breath, his eyes filled with something that looked like pity. “Come with me, Eva. It’s late.”


“He doesn’t want me here,” I said flatly, latching on to the one thing I was beginning to comprehend.


“He wants you home and comfortable.”


My feet felt rooted to the floor. “Is that what the text said?”


“That’s what he’s thinking.”


“You’re being kind.” I started to walk, running on autopilot.


I passed one of the orderlies picking up the mess made when Giroux had been shoved into a cart of supplies. The way he avoided looking at me seemed to confirm the harsh reality.


I’d been set aside.


22


GIDEON DIDN’T COME home that night. When I checked his apartment on my way out to work, I found the beds neatly made.


Wherever he’d spent the night, it hadn’t been near me. After the revelation of Corinne’s pregnancy, I was stunned that I’d been left on my own with no explanation. I felt like this huge bomb had exploded in front of me and I was left standing in the rumble, alone and confused.


Angus and the Bentley were waiting for me downstairs when I stepped outside. Irritation simmered. Every time Gideon pulled away from me, he sent Angus in as a surrogate.


“I should’ve married you, Angus,” I muttered, as I slid into the backseat. “You’re always there for me.”


“Gideon makes sure of it,” he said, before shutting the door.


Always loyal, I thought bitterly.


When I got to work and learned that Megumi was still out sick, I was equally concerned about her and relieved for me. It wasn’t like her to miss work—she was always at her desk early—so the repeated absences told me something was really wrong with her. But not having her there meant she couldn’t catch my mood and ask questions I didn’t want to answer. Couldn’t answer, actually. I had no idea where my husband was, what he was doing or feeling.