My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 216: Final

Chapter 216: Final

It had been months since Eryx first stood on shaky legs, months since he took his first few clumsy steps with a therapist at his side. Now, he could walk on his own, still slow at times and relearning the rhythm but his body was catching up.

He didn’t need the chair anymore.

And he hadn’t looked back since.

The sun filtered gently through the window of their penthouse as Eryx stood by the counter, sipping lukewarm coffee. It was too early for caffeine, but sleep had been restless last night maybe because of the dream, because of the chill he couldn’t shake.

Then, the phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID.

The hospital.

A strange stillness settled over him as he answered.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Eryx Grantham?"

His heart dipped. He knew that tone. It was calm.

"Yes."

There was a pause, and then the voice continued.

"We’re calling about Matilda Grantham. Your grandmother."

He didn’t move, didn’t blink.

"I’m sorry to inform you that she passed not long ago."

That moment, he finally understood the meaning of the dream.

Matilda... she had been crying in it.

She never cried. Not he ever recalled.

But in that dream, she had been different. Her voice was soft and tired.

And for the first time in a long while, Eryx didn’t feel anger toward her. Not anymore. Just exhaustion.

Because he knew what she had done. The scars she left behind. On him. On his siblings. On his mother. Those wouldn’t fade.

But he also knew this, he had broken free. He had chosen to live differently. To love differently.

And Matilda... she had died alone.

His fingers loosened around the phone. He leaned against the kitchen counter, the breath finally leaving his lungs.

"I’ll take care of the arrangements," he said quietly into the phone. "The paperwork, the... cremation or burial. Whatever’s needed."

There was a pause. The nurse on the other end spoke gently, "We’ll send you the forms. There’s no rush, but she didn’t have any other listed next of kin."

"Yeah," Eryx said. "I figured."

He didn’t offer more. He didn’t need to.

Just before hanging up, he added, more to himself than anyone, "I’ll do it. For the sake of respect. Just this one last time."

His mother, Regina, had told him after he woke up from the coma a few months ago that Matilda had suffered a stroke not long after his incident. She collapsed at home, alone. By the time help arrived, the damage was done. A silent, crumbling fall from the matriarch who once ruled the family with a hand that never trembled—until it finally did.

And now, just like that, she was gone.

He set the phone down on the counter and reached for the half-full glass of cold coffee beside him. With a quiet clink, he poured the rest down the sink and rinsed the glass, his mind already swimming with the weight of what needed to be done—forms, calls, choices he never wanted to make, especially not for her.

As he placed the glass upside down in the drying rack, a sudden sharp sound split through the penthouse.

"Eryx!"

Lunara.

His body snapped into motion.

"Lunara?" he called out, already moving toward the bathroom, heart pounding harder with each step.

No answer.

He knocked once. "Hey, are you alright?"

Still silent.

Panic threaded through his chest. Without thinking, he turned the knob. It was unlocked.

He pushed the door open gently. The light was on. Steam curled faintly in the air from the earlier shower. And there, standing in front of the mirror—was Lunara.

Frozen.

Her back was to him at first, shoulders stiff, her head bowed slightly as if she were studying her own reflection too carefully.

"Honey?" he said again, cautiously.

She didn’t move.

Then, slowly, she raised her arm, lifting high above her head. Her fingers clutched something.

Eryx stepped closer. "What is it?"

Lunara turned.

Her face was pale, eyes wide and wet with a dozen emotions crashing behind them. She looked at him, then slowly lowered her hand to show him what she held.

A pregnancy test.

Two pink lines.

"It has two lines," she whispered, voice barely holding itself together. "I— I wasn’t sure if I was late or just tired. But I guess..."

Her voice trailed off. Her hand trembled.

Eryx didn’t say anything for a second. Not because he didn’t want to but because everything inside him was still catching up to that moment. A funeral waiting on one side of him. A heartbeat beginning on the other.

He took a breath. Still couldn’t snap from his emotions. Speechless.

She let out the tiniest laugh. Watery and cracked.

"I didn’t know what to say," she whispered. Her eyes searched his face, unsure. "I hope this test didn’t play with my heart."

Eryx blinked, as if her words broke something loose in him. He reached for her hand, the one still trembling slightly at her side. His fingers wrapped around it, firm and careful, like he was afraid to break something fragile.

"It didn’t," he said at last, his voice low, unsteady. "I don’t think it did."

They just stood there for a moment, their hands tangled between them, the bathroom light buzzing softly above. The world outside could have been crumbling, and they wouldn’t have moved.

Lunara gave a small, uneven nod, then looked down at their hands.

"There is life inside..." she whispered, as if saying it too loud might break the spell.

Eryx stared at her, breath caught somewhere between his ribs and his throat. His thumb stilled against her skin.

She looked up, eyes glassy but glowing. "I took three tests. I kept them all in the drawer and told myself I’d wait until the timing was right. Then I dropped the fourth one this morning... and saw it clear as day. Two lines."

Eryx didn’t speak right away. He couldn’t.

His heart was racing too fast, his mind still tangled between grief and shock and something new—something fragile and warm.

Lunara let out a soft, nervous laugh. "I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t even sure I believed it myself until today. I just... I hope this isn’t some mistake."

He reached out slowly, cupping her cheek.

"No, I don’t think so," he said. "This is real."

She nodded again, biting her lip. "And what if I mess it up?"

Eryx gave a breathless laugh. "Then I’ll be right there messing it up with you."

Her tearful smile broke something open in him.

"You’re not scared?" she asked quietly.

"I’m terrified," he admitted, his hand still on her face. "But I love you more than I’m afraid."

And for a moment, nothing else mattered.

Just the future, waiting right there in her hands.

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