When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 The Real Reason

Chapter 19 The Real Reason

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She had been so full of ambition, so full of promise. That cufflink design held meaning and power. But now, if she could never pick up a pen again… then what?

Jensen instinctively reached for the sketch in his pocket, only to realize it was missing.

His chest tightened. A sharp pang ran through him.

A terrible thought came to him. He turned on his heel and rushed straight toward Sharon’s hospital room.

Inside, Sharon was tearing up the cufflink design with an expression twisted by rage. It was as if the paper in her hands wasn’t a drawing, but Natalie herself.

Jensen froze. His heart clenched tight.

“What are you doing?”

His voice was cold, cutting through the room like a blade.

Sharon jolted. She hadn’t expected him to come back so suddenly. Startled, she dropped the torn pieces immediately.

Even though the sketch had been ripped into several pieces, Jensen still recognized what it was. The lines. The details. The shape. It was Natalie’s design.

She had taken it. She had destroyed it.

And maybe that design–this very drawing–had been the reason Natalie’s hand was broken in the first place.

The thought hit him like a jolt of electricity. His vision reddened with fury.

He stepped forward, grabbed Sharon by the throat, and shouted, “Why did you have Clark destroy her hand?! Do you even understand what a hand means to a designer? It’s her second life!”

Sharon had never seen Jensen like this. She couldn’t breathe. She flailed, her hands slapping against his arms in desperation, and she sobbed through gasps for air.

“It’s because she can design that you won’t let her go, isn’t it? Jensen, you promised me. You said you’d stay with me. You said you’d be a good husband until I died. And now you’re strangling me over her? Don’t forget–you have my rib in your body! I’m dying anyway. Go ahead, choke me to death! Kill me if it’ll make your precious Natalie feel better!”

Her words struck Jensen hard. He pulled his hand away, releasing her.

Sharon fell back onto the bed, gasping for breath, pale and trembling, but the look in her eyes was bitter and defiant.

“Yes. I told Clark to ruin her hand! I couldn’t stand it anymore. She’s taken everything from me–first my parents, now you! And I’ve got cancer. I’m running out of time. I only asked for three months. Couldn’t you give me that? If I hadn’t given you that rib, my immune system wouldn’t have collapsed. I wouldn’t have gotten sick. Jensen, you said you’d take care of me. You said it!”

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Chapter 19 The Real Reason

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Jensen’s expression was grim. His face was pale, eyes bloodshot. He took a step back and dropped into a chair. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

“I never went back on my word. I married you. I stayed. Why did you have to hurt her?”

“She only lost a hand. I’m about to lose my life. Isn’t that worth it? One hand in exchange for your loyalty for the rest of your life? Shouldn’t that be enough? I just wanted her hand. That’s all. Now that it’s done, we’re even. Isn’t that okay?”

Her reasoning was cruel and absurd, but Jensen couldn’t find a way to refute her.

Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, Sharon softened her tone and let the tears flow again.

“Jensen, I swear. This was the last time. I won’t do anything else to her, I promise. Don’t be mad at me. Don’t abandon me. I’m really going to die soon. Can’t you just… love me a little longer?”

Jensen closed his eyes.

“Fine. I’ll make this disappear. But you have to promise me–this is the last time. You’re never to lay a finger on Natalie again.”

“I promise. I won’t go near her again. Not ever.”

“Get some rest. I’m going to check on her.”

Jensen stood and left the room without another word.

The second the door closed behind him, Sharon’s entire expression shifted.

Gone was the soft, tearful face. Her eyes turned sharp, cruel, and filled with venom. There wasn’t a trace of weakness left in her.

When Jensen returned to the emergency room, Natalie’s surgery had just ended.

The doctor was pushing her out on a gurney. She was unconscious, pale, unmoving.

Jensen hurried over.

“Doctor. Her hand…?”

The doctor gave a weary sigh and shook his head.

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