Chapter 50: Marcus’s Tears and Pleas to Win Her Back
Mabel was thrilled inside.
She had worried Gemma’s bond with Marcus might soften his resolve.
But now, it seemed clear. It was all because of gratitude.
Gemma had restored his eyesight. Giving her the title of Mrs. Wilson was merely a way to repay her and help her stand on her feet in NL City
“Max, I just worry things between you two. Ali is still young, and he can’t be left without a mother forever.”
Marcus clenched his jaw, his hands balled into tight fists.
“She’ll come crawling back to me, begging.”
Mabel blinked in surprise.
Did he really think the divorce wouldn’t go through?
“You know,” she reminded him softly, “the cooling–off period is almost over.”
Marcus’s face darkened.
His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the table, the veins in his hand bulging against the skin.
“Since she’s so desperate to leave,” he growled, “then fine–I’ll let her. Let’s see how far she gets in N.L. City without me. Mabel bit her lip.
She could sense the bitterness in his words.
She had to fan the flames further.
For Gemma, the following week was bliss.
No Marcus. No unnecessary drama. Just peace
Her patients were steadily recovering, so work was light
Even better, Candy, the little golden retriever she was fostering, had turned into a snuggly ball of love.
“Dr. Kelestine?”
She looked up from her phone, where she’d been smiling at the latest photo Noah had sent her of Candy.
It was Cedric, standing at her office door.
Since the “hacker incident, Gemma had been given her own private office–a mark of respect and acknowledgment from her colleagues.
So Cedric’s visit raised a few eyebrows, but no one dared question it.
“What brings you here? Is Mr. Gray…”
Cedric held up a hand, his expression sheepish. “Grandpa’s fine, Actually, I came… to apologize.”
Gemma blinked in surprise.
“You know,” Cedric began hesitantly, “when you and Max were together, I used to think of you as some country bumpkin–ignorant, unrefined, someone who didn’t belong in our circles.
I was wrong, Gemma. I was a blind, arrogant fool, and I looked down on you.
I owe you an apology. I know I don’t deserve forgiveness, but if I don’t say this now, I’ll regret it forever.”
Gemma’s throat tightened.
Her lips parted, but she couldn’t utter a word.
She grabbed her pen to write the records, but she couldn’t write a line..
Then she put it back in the pen case, countless thoughts running through her mind.
Chapter 50: Marcus’s Tears and Pleas to Win Her Back
“I’ve… forgotten about it,” she whispered.
She turned away, hastily wiping her eyes.
Cedric, guilt written all over his face, pressed his hands together.
He was a total jerk!
How could he dislike someone so kind–hearted like Gemma?
“Please, let me make it up to you,” he said. “I heard you’ve been nominated for Doctor of the Year. Let me throw a party to celebrate.
He really wanted to do something for her.
Gemma turned to him..
He looked at her in pleading eyes.
“Okay,” Gemma chuckled, “Thank you in advance, then.”
Cedric was caught off guard by her agreement but quickly broke into an excited grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s
flawless!”
In the past, few people in their social circles knew that Gemma was Mrs. Wilson. Even among their closer friends, most avoided her, looking down on her as someone unworthy of their attention.
This time, Cedric was determined to make a statement. He would showcase Dr. Relestine’s brilliance in the most public and extravagant way possible, ensuring everyone who had ever dismissed her would regret it deeply.
Three days later.
Marcus received news about Cedric’s party when discharging Alijah.
But what caught his attention was that Cedric hadn’t invited him.
Maybe Cedric didn’t bother to send him a invitation, as they’re so close friends.
“Mabel, can you take Alijah home? I have a party to attend.”
Mabel halted in her pace.
To be honest, the last thing she wanted now was spend time with Alijah.
He’s acting weird lately, not as clingy to her as before.
“Max, you shouldn’t push yourself. Your body hasn’t fully recovered. Skip this one.”
Marcus waved her off. “This is business. I’ll be fine.”
Mabel had no choice but left with Alijah
Alijah had been glancing around ever since they left the hospital. It seemed like he was looking for someone but couldn’t find them. His little face was clouded with disappointment.
Still, he stayed quiet and followed Mabel home.
Marcus called for a car and made his way to the hotel where Cedric was hosting his party.
The past few weeks in the hospital had worn him down. He’d been injured, yet Gemma hadn’t called or checked in–not
Even once.
That silence gnawed at him. Frustrated and bitter, he decided he needed a drink to numb the ache.
When he arrived, the party was already in full swing.
He hadn’t been invited, but Cedric’s house was practically his own, so it didn’t bother him.
A server led him to the private dining room. He paused at the door as familiar voices carried out into the hallway.
“Dr. Kelestine is brilliant. It’s an honor to know you.”
“With your talent, Dr. Kelestine, you’re heading straight to the top.”
“Did you hear she’s venturing into cardiology now? Truly versatile.”
Chapter 30: Marcus’s Tears and Miras to Win Her Back
Marcus stood frozen, the words echoing in his mind.
He recognized the voices. These were the same people who used to mock Gemma, calling her unrefined and saying she didn’t belong.
They were the ones who’d sneered at her background, undermining her worth every chance they got
And he’d let them.
Back then, he’d known Gemma was hurt. He’d seen the longing in her eyes whenever they humiliated her. But he never stepped in.
She wasn’t worth risking his social standing for or so he’d told himself.
e didn’t go in.
Marcus lingered at the doorway, his grip tightening on the frame. He
Now he understood why Cedric hadn’t invited him–this wasn’t just a celebration. It was a statement.
Cedric was standing up for Gemma in a way Marcus never had.
He stepped away and told a server, “Get me a private room. And bring the wine I left here last time.”
After a few glasses, he saw Gemma leave the party. Her figure slipped through the entrance, heading home. Without thinking. Marcus followed.
Gemma felt uneasy as she walked toward her apartment. She’d had the odd feeling of being followed, and her steps quickened instinctively.
The moment she reached her door, she hurriedly unlocked it, slipped inside, and slammed it shut.
She exhaled shakily, letting her guard down–until she heard a knock
“Gemma, it’s me,” came a familiar voice.
Her heart jumped to her throat.
Marcus? How had he found her? He was supposed to be in the hospital! Was he here to retaliate?
She wasn’t with those bodyguards today!
“Open the door. Come home with me. You’re mine!
- ng. I’ll make it right.
I was wrong
I’ll stay with you every day. Please, Gemma.”
Gemma grabbed a pair of noise–canceling earplugs, shoved them in, and quickly called the police.
Even with the earplugs, she could faintly hear him pounding on the door, his voice trembling with emotion. “Gemma, please. Don’t leave me. Don’t divorce me.”
