Chapter 220 Did They Divorce or Not?
"Here," Teresa said, voice thick as she forcibly contained her tears. With the same resolve and without hesitation, she took a pen and gave it to Gabriel.
With a bitter, self-mocking chuckle at the pen she handed him, Gabriel leaned over the car's hood without a moment's doubt. His signature, swift and decisive, slashed across the bottom right of the document.
Standing beside him, Teresa watched as he unhesitatingly scrawled his name's solid and bold letters, “Gabriel Garcia.” At that moment, her world lost all its color, fading away.
"Done, let's go," said Gabriel after signing his name on all copies of the divorce agreement. He turned a brooding and inscrutable gaze upon Teresa. His brow furrowed as he handed back the pen with a grave tone.
"Okay," she replied, pocketing the pen, managing to utter just one word. She kept her head down, refusing to look at the man in front of her again.
Because she feared that one more glance would bring regret, an unstoppable wave of tears.
Gabriel took the copies of the agreement, turned, and walked toward the courthouse entrance without another word.
Watching him walk away with long, purposeful steps, Teresa's brows furrowed deeply. Each step she took to follow him felt like it weighed a ton. Each movement felt like stabbing pain in her heart, causing her body to contort involuntarily, trembling as if it had a mind of its own. The persistent, agonizing sensation in her lower abdomen was ignored, overshadowed by her depression.
"Watch out!"
Teresa was walking head down when Luke's alarmed voice broke through the air just as they approached the courthouse entrance.
Startled, Teresa snapped her head up, and without a second thought, on pure instinct, she lunged towards Gabriel when she caught sight of a speeding car barreling towards him.
Having also noticed the oncoming car, Gabriel was caught entirely off guard. He never expected Teresa to throw herself at him to shove him from harm's way.
In a split second before the speeding car could collide with them, with barely a meter to spare, Gabriel spun around, tightly embracing Teresa with lightning-fast reflexes.
Crash!
The loud sound ruptured the calm as the car grazed past Gabriel and Teresa and slammed into the courthouse doors.
"Gabriel, Teresa!" Luke and the rest of the security team were terrified as they rushed to check on them while another guard dashed toward the crashed car to control the driver.
Seeing Gabriel and Teresa on the ground, safe from the collision, Luke sighed in relief.
Gabriel, still clutching Teresa to his chest, quickly assessed her condition after landing on the ground and stealing a glance at the severely damaged car.
The accident had been so sudden that there was no time to brace for the fall, and they both tumbled down with Teresa underneath him.
Fortunately, Gabriel's hands had cradled the back of her head, protecting it from the impact.
Now lying on the ground, he held Teresa close, quickly shifting their positions.
"Teresa!" Gabriel's voice was tinged with panic when he saw her eyes tightly shut, forehead knotted in pain, and beaded with sweat, "Teresa, sweetheart, talk to me. What's wrong?"
Teresa clutched Gabriel's trench coat, her hands trembling as sharp pains lanced through her lower abdomen. It felt like her insides were being twisted, the pain unyielding and fierce.
"Honey, are you all right? Talk to me, what's happening?" Gabriel held her tight, his heart racing as he saw the agony etch deeper into her face, her pallor now beyond the help of the light makeup she had on.
The pain in her abdomen intensified, growing more severe by the second. Teresa winced, her eyes shut tight, and she curled up, unable to speak.
Luke was squatting beside them, checking on their situation while dialing 911. Just as he connected with emergency services, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a vivid, shocking liquid slowly seeping out from between Teresa's legs...
"Gabriel, she..." In a flash, Luke pointed at the spot between Teresa's legs, looking completely flustered.
At the sound of Luke's voice, Gabriel's eyes followed his gesture, and suddenly, he jolted as if struck by lightning.
"Ah!" Teresa screamed, still clutching Gabriel's trench coat. She twisted in pain within his embrace. Her face contorted with distress as she gasped weakly, "It hurts! Gabriel... it hurts..."
"Teresa!" Gabriel's face went ghostly pale with fear. The next second, he scooped Teresa up and bolted toward his car, shouting, "Drive to the hospital!"
"Got it!" Luke sprang into action, nodded in acknowledgment, and dashed to open the car door for Gabriel and Teresa.
Once Gabriel got in with Teresa, Luke shut the door behind them and jumped into the driver's seat, and the car roared to life. They sped off toward the nearest hospital with urgency.
"Honey, how are you feeling? I'm sorry, it's all my fault, please don't scare me..."
In the backseat, Gabriel held Teresa tightly, trembling as he saw the blood spreading beneath her. His voice was hoarse with fear and shaking uncontrollably.
Gabriel had never felt so panicked, fearful, and helpless at thirty years old. The memory of Teresa, without a second thought for her safety, lunging at him to push him out of the way. He had misinterpreted her actions as a lack of love and care, and now he wished he could kick himself.
Mason wasn't wrong when he cursed. He is a jerk, the biggest jerk in the world.
Teresa's pain was so intense that her hands tightly clutched at Gabriel's shirt, her body curling up into a ball as large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. The pain was almost comparable to childbirth labor.
How could she be in such agony from a menstrual cramp? But as she felt a continual loss from within her body, despite the pain that threatened to make her faint, Teresa's mind was alarmingly clear.
