[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 79: No one can hurt him in my care

Elijah’s pov ;

I stood at his bedside, my heart thundering with worry as I watched him sleep. His little chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, but his brow was furrowed in deep concentration. I knew it wasn’t true peace he was experiencing, only the temporary respite offered by the sedatives coursing through his body. My hand trembled as I reached out to brush a strand of hair away from his face.

My love looks so delicate yet broken, just like the winter soft to the touch yet cold to the feel.

The doctor’s words echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain. "His current condition is concerning. He’s experiencing severe anxiety and hallucinations. We need to dig deeper to understand the root cause."

I couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in my chest since we arrived at the hospital. And seeing him lying here, so vulnerable and helpless, made it even more real.

I leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, hoping to convey some sense of comfort and reassurance. His skin was warm against my lips, a stark contrast to the cold fear that had taken hold of me.

"I’ll be right back," I whispered softly. I squeezed his hand before reluctantly letting go and making my way to the doctor’s office.

My mind was a jumbled mess as I walked through the hallways. How many times had we been through this already? Each time thinking things were getting better, only for Ash to spiral once again. It was exhausting and heartbreaking.

For almost a month, he had seemed stable and on the road to recovery, or so I thought. But now, here we were again, back at square one. My heart clenched with fear for what this could mean for us in the long run.

But I couldn’t give up on him. Not after everything we had been through together. When we are on a path to a happy life. So I pushed aside my fears and forced myself to focus on finding a solution for his recurring mental health issues. Because he deserved so much more than just temporary relief from medication and hospital stays.

I want him to be healthy and happy.

But it seems as if a haunting presence seemed to linger around him, constantly reminding of the accident that had changed his life forever. I could see it in the way he carried himself, in the lines etched into his face from worry and fear.

I clenched my fists, frustration boiling inside me. I was supposed to protect him, to keep him safe. But I felt utterly powerless against whatever force was tormenting him. His eyes always held a haunted look, constantly scanning for danger. Even in his sleep, he would fought against invisible demons that plagued his dreams.

As I reached the doctor’s office, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly before entering. The doctor looked up, a somber expression on his face. "Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk.

I sat down, trying to steady my breathing as I waited for answers. "What’s causing this, doctor? Why does it keep happening?"

The doctor leaned back, folding his hands on his desk. "As we already believe that it may be linked to a traumatic event in Ash’s past," he explained. "Something that he hasn’t fully processed. The hallucinations and panic attacks are likely his mind’s way of trying to cope with whatever it is."

My heart sank as I nodded in understanding. "The accident," I said, my voice hoarse. "Is it possible that a horrible accident from his past could do this?"

The doctor nodded. "It’s very likely. Trauma can manifest in many ways, and if Ash hasn’t dealt with it, it will continue to affect him."

I won’t let him suffer anymore. If I could I would take away all his pain, all his nightmares. He looked at me intently, leaning forward slightly as he continued.

"Mr. Stone, I’ve mentioned before that Ash needs therapy and deep treatment," he began. "The episodes he’s experiencing indicate severe trauma. He gets violent, and it’s a defense mechanism his mind uses to protect itself from the fear. He’s weak right now, both physically and mentally."

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle on my shoulders. "I understand, Doctor, but what exactly is scaring him? How can we identify it?"

The doctor sighed, tapping his pen on the desk. "That’s the challenge. We need to dig into his past, especially the accident. His mind is trying to shield him from something, but until we know what it is, we can’t effectively treat it. The vacations and temporary escapes won’t help in the long run. He has to face his fears head-on. But we can do it only when he permits us to."

"How do I convince him to go through with this?" I asked, frustration and worry mingling in my voice. "He’s already on edge. If I push too hard, he might think I believe he’s mad. I don’t want him to feel that way or hurt himself more."

The doctor nodded sympathetically. "It’s a delicate situation. The key is to approach it with empathy and understanding. You need to reassure him that seeking help isn’t a sign of weakness or madness but a step towards healing. Perhaps start by suggesting small, manageable steps. Emphasise your support and love for him throughout the process."

I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. "I just want him to be okay. To be happy."

"I know," the doctor said gently. "And he can be, but it will take time and patience. We’ll work with him slowly, ensuring he feels safe and supported."

I nodded, feeling a bit of relief but also the enormity of the task ahead. "Alright. I’ll do whatever it takes to convince him for the treatment."

"Good," the doctor replied. "We’ll start with some initial sessions and go from there."

I left his office to go back to Ash as soon as possible. Even just a second away from him scares me. How could I possibly approach Ash about his therapy without causing him more pain? How could I make him understand that seeking help wasn’t a sign of weakness, but rather a step towards his healing? freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

I still remember how badly he reacted the last time I tried to approach him.

Back in Ash’s room, I sat by his bedside again, watching him sleep. He appeared so peaceful in his slumber, but I knew the turmoil that raged within him.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, startling me from my thoughts. It was Daniel. "Hello?"

"Mr. Stone, the police are here. They want to speak with Ash. Vanessa has pressed charges," Daniel informed me urgently.

My jaw clenched in anger. Vanessa had gone too far this time. "I’ll handle it. Keep them away for now," I instructed curtly before ending the call. Without wasting another moment, I dialled up my lawyer, Jonathan.

"Jonathan, Vanessa is pressing charges against Ash. I need you to handle it," I stated firmly. I had already told Daniel to keep the lawyer and other resources ready.

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line before Jonathan responded. "Mr. Elijah, this is serious. Assault with a deadly weapon is not a charge to be taken lightly, even if it was just a pen. The law is clear on this matter and Vanessa is pushing hard for justice. She has witnesses and things could escalate quickly."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before responding in a cool and authoritative tone. "Jonathan, you know how this works. Do what needs to be done and your bank account will be generously filled once again. This is non-negotiable."

There was a brief pause before Jonathan’s tone shifted, acknowledging my instructions. "Understood, Mr. Stone. I will handle it immediately."

Of course, money could buy anything.

As I hung up the phone, my fists clenched at my sides. No one would dare hurt Ash while I’m here. Quickly grabbing my cell phone, I dialled the number for Elite Image Management, my team of PR experts.

"This is Elijah Stone speaking," I barked into the phone. "I need you to ensure that not a single article about Ash or this incident appears in tomorrow’s headlines."

"Right away, Mr. Stone," the team lead responded without hesitation.

Vanessa had the audacity to harm Ash and now she was attempting to dismantle his mental stability. I know what Ash did was wrong but I saw the CCTV of my office and it was clearly her provoking him. As if she deliberately wanted something like this to happen.

Protective anger surged through me like a wildfire. How dare she even think about harming Ash? If anyone dared touch him, then it’s my fault that they face my wrath. I would destroy anyone who threatened his safety.

Just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my phone buzzed once again. It was Daniel, informing me that Vanessa had arrived at our office and was causing a scene since the charges were dropped.

Of course. She wouldn’t back down so easily. With a coldness seeping into my voice, I instructed Daniel. "Sit her in my office. I’ll deal with her."

Taking a deep breath and forcing myself to calm the fury inside me. Determination set in as I prepared to confront Vanessa and make sure she never came near Ash again.

Bending down, I pressed a gentle kiss to Ash’s forehead before leaving the room.

No one would hurt Ash. Not while I was around.