From His Ex-Wife to the World's Most Sought-After Restorer (Jade and Hudson) novel Chapter 190

But the words still stung, leaving a bitter, aching pain in his chest.

His knuckles were white as he ground out a few words through his teeth.

"We aren't divorced!"

The nurses exchanged a look that said 'That's even worse.'

But seeing the terrifying look on his face, they didn't dare say more. They scurried away, though they kept throwing judging looks over their shoulders.

Hudson took a deep breath, a burning pain flaring in his heart.

Was this how she talked about him?

Did she really think so little of him that she wouldn't even give him a single good word?

In truth, Hudson was wrong. Jade was so sick of his name she never mentioned him at all.

The person who had spread the story was Jewell Ford.

In the thirty minutes Jade was in surgery, Jewell had made sure every member of the staff knew exactly what kind of 'hero' Hudson Walter was. She was determined to make him pay in the only way she could—by making him a pariah in the eyes of everyone in that hospital.

A moment later, Kevin rushed over.

"Sir, we have word. Ma'am took Foster's jet back to the city."

Hudson didn't move. He suddenly asked a question that caught Kevin off guard.

"Am I really that bad to her?"

"Uh..."

Kevin froze. It was a loaded question if he'd ever heard one.

He coughed nervously, looking at his shoes.

"I... I wouldn't say that, sir."

Hudson seemed to be talking to himself more than anything. He didn't wait for a real answer before walking toward the exit.

"Back to Kingston."

Kevin nodded and followed.

"Yes, sir."

-

The Cemetery on the Southern Outskirts.

The first thing Jade did upon her return was pick out a new plot for her mother.

She gathered the ashes and placed them alongside a silver baby locket—the keepsake she'd bought when she first found out she was pregnant. She buried them together.

She stood before the headstone, the wind whipping her hair and her skirt.

Her slender frame looked fragile in the cold air, her pale face devoid of any color. Her amber eyes, once so full of life, were as still as a frozen pond.

When she finally spoke, her voice was a raspy, sorrowful whisper.

"The two things I loved most in this world are right here."

It was as tragic as it was absurd.

The things she wanted to keep always slipped away, leaving her with only memories and a grave to hold onto.

Julian stepped forward and stood at her side, blocking the wind.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing," he said softly.

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