Conquering His Cold Heart
Chapter 439 - 439: Raging Tempest

"I am going to die soon."

Caspian felt his heart dropping to his stomach the moment he heard those heavy words from his wife's mouth. Both of his hands turned stiff. And the very fingers of Caspian which were lovingly stroking Anastasia's knuckles until a moment ago were now hurting her.

Anastasia didn't complain though. How could she? The emotional pain that she had just put Caspian through was incomparable to the pain that Caspian was unintentionally putting her through at the moment.

All she could do right now was anxiously hold her breath and wait for Caspian to explode.

However, that didn't happen. At least, not yet.

Caspian seemed to be frozen. It appeared as though his body as well as his mind had stopped responding to him.

After all, the shock was too great for his heart and his mind to process.

A long and unpleasant silence inevitably followed. Neither of them could utter a word. Caspian was afraid to find out if what he just heard was the truth. And Anastasia was afraid to face her husband's fury.

"W-What did you just say?" Caspian finally asked with a feeble whisper, unable to keep on pretending as if he never heard his wife.

Anastasia's breath got caught in her throat when Caspian finally probed further. An overwhelming sense of fear mixed with sadness washed over her heart. And for a split second, she felt like laughing it off as a joke and running to her bedchamber.

However, she had already made up her mind to face the truth this time. There was no turning back now. She had already blurted out the gist of what she wanted to say to Caspian tonight. And lying now would only make things ten fold worse.

Thus, after taking a long and cold breath in, she placed her trembling hand over Caspian's hand, prompting him to finally realize that he was digging his fingers into one of her palms and was hurting her.

He quickly withdrew his hand away from her and impatiently waited for her to deny what she had said earlier.

Unlike what he wanted, Anastasia once again repeated her previous words and also elaborated further, "I am going to die soon, Caspian. I had always been a sickly child. My parents did everything they could to cure me. But–"

The back of her throat turned sour and dry all of a sudden and she choked on her words.

Caspian's breathing started to get heavier. Deep lines etched between his brows. "Was that supposed to be a jest? It was not funny! Try something else," he painfully breathed out those words, almost as though he was begging Anastasia to say that she was just trying to crack some stupid joke.

"I am not joking." Anastasia turned her head and briefly looked at Caspian's silhouette.

At that moment, Caspian still held that deep frown on his forehead as he stared at his wife's damp eyes. Those eyes weren't lying.

A wave of aching sensation hit his heart without any warning. He clenched his teeth and fists and resisted giving in to the pain just yet. He resisted because he still refused to believe that what his wife just said to him was completely true.

"So, you are sick." Caspian gulped dryly and asked without showing a hint of anger in his voice, "Do you know what kind of illness you are suffering from?"

Anastasia was surprised that Caspian wasn't scolding her for hiding such a thing from him until now. But she also felt a slight relief. She wasn't that eager to face Caspian's wrath.

She lowered her head and answered in a weak whisper, "I don't know. Not a single doctor was able to diagnose my disease. That's why nobody knew how to cure me. All they could say for sure was that I would die before I would turn eighteen."

Caspian softly grunted as another wave of pain hit his heart.

His mind was full of questions. Anger swirled within his chest like a raging tempest. However, he suppressed everything within himself and then nodded his head while trying to maintain his sanity.

"Surely your parents must not have tried everything." He abruptly got up from the sofa and faced the door as though he was ready to head out somewhere.

And with a determined look on his face, he said to his wife, "I will find all the genius doctors in the world and then bring them here to check on you. One of them should be able to diagnose you and cure you, right?"

Anastasia didn't see it but a flicker of hope was dancing on Caspian's red eyes.

But that hope of his got crushed immediately.

"There are no genius doctors left in the world who haven't already checked me. There is no medicine left that I haven't already tried. I've even seen the witch doctors and the gurus and whatnots."

Anastasia's eyes suddenly welled up with tears when the flashes of her parents' heartbroken expressions danced before her eyes.

No matter how many people came to Orsenia claiming that they could cure Anastasia, they would leave after crushing her parents' hearts.

She didn't want the same thing to happen to Caspian. She didn't want him to hold his hopes high, only to have them crushed soon after. She wanted him to accept the truth.

Thus, she grabbed Caspian's wrist and said while trying to fight back her emotions, "Caspian, the sooner you accept the truth, the easier it will be for you to let me go."

Caspian recoiled, abruptly pulling his hand away from Anastasia's hold.

"It will be easier to let you go?" he finally screamed at the top of his lungs, unable to contain his anger and frustration anymore. "How can you even say that with such ease, Anna?"

Caspian's already cold heart grew even colder the moment he stopped trying to hold back his emotions.

He began pacing back and forth, constantly glaring at Anastasia as he did so.

Then he shouted once more, his voice quivering with rage, "You barged into my life on your own accord. You made me fall in love with you. And now, after less than a year, you are telling me that I have to let you go? What kind of bullcrap is that?"

"Caspian…" Tears began to roll down Anastasia's face in an uncontrollable manner. "I am really sorry for hiding my reality from you. I know what I did was wrong. I should have never–"

"You should have never come into my life in the first place!" Caspian gnarled directly in front of Anastasia's face, making her flinch in fear and grimace in pain.

His words cut deeper than the sharpest blade in the world.

Caspian didn't yet regret saying that. He was gradually drowning in the sea of his anger.

Thus, he continued to roar while aggressively pointing a finger at her, "What you did to me isn't just wrong. You betrayed my trust! You came here and played house with me when you already knew that you were going to die!"

"Caspian, please…" Anastasia gently held his finger which was about to poke her eye. She wanted to explain why she did what she did. "I know your anger is valid. But please, will you listen to everything that I have to say?"

"You have more to say?" Caspian scoffed and slapped her hand away. He bore his fangs while glaring into her soul.

Then he said in a calm yet deeply terrifying cold voice, "You turned my love into a fucking joke. You made my heart your plaything. You don't have any right to say another word because no matter what you say…"

He reached out his hand over Anastasia's shoulder and dug his claws into the headrest of the sofa. And he spoke in the coldest way possible, "…I am never going to forgive you."

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