Our Bruised Bodies | Bradley Bradshaw

ACT FOUR - PART SIX

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"I am not signing this!" Grace told her husband the moment the call connected. Sitting on the bed she had barely slept in at all during her stay in Japan, her hair still wet from the shower she had just taken and with her father in the next room, setting the table, so they could have some of the takeout he got them, in the hope to get Grace to eat something more than she had eaten all the time, now that Bradley was awake and Grace had to admit that the mere thought of food didn't leave her nauseous any longer. She thought that maybe now that Bradley was awake food would finally stop tasting like ash.

Then she had remembered what her husband had asked of her. To open the file the day Bardley wakes up, not a day sooner and so she went through her things until she found it in her laptop bag, between some notes she had taken on a clinic in New York, who might be able to help Bradley's knee, before she had decided to do the surgery in Japan after all.

Opening the file, Grace didn't quiet know what she was looking at for a solid moment. There were papers in there, or more forms. All the personal information was already filled in and only then as she flipped over the front page did, she realise what she was looking at.

"Sarah, please. I had a long day." The tired voice of her husband answered. Grace could almost picture him, standing by the office desk in his house, still wearing his service khakis and pinching the bridge of his nose while closing his eyes for a moment, but she had no mercy on him, not right now. Not when he left her nearly a week ago with these papers.

"You do realise that this is outrageous, right?" She wondered, feeling helpless with the papers shattered over her lap, all the information filled in, all she would have to do was sign and send it to the lawyers. She held them in place with one hand, her silver wedding band shining in the artificial light, mocking her as the failure she was.

''Means he is awake. I am glad to hear that. I wouldn't have wanted you to go throw the grief of losing him." Beau said and Grace hated him a bit for how earnest he sounded. How relieved he was, that Bradley was awake, for his wife's sake. Suddenly, she felt sick again.

"But you seem to care only little of the pain you want to put me thought. I am not to give up my own husband so easily. You do know I am more stubborn than that. I am more loyal than that. I swore to be your wife. A true wife, as you deserve." Grace told him, summoning a storm she was ready to let rain down on him. This was outrageous! Who did he believe her to be? Grace wasn't a liar, she wasn't a coward that run away or backed down on things she had promised. She kept her word, her vows were holly. Grace never disregarded a promise she had made, and she won't start now either just because why exactly? Would it be convenient for Cy? Would it be the right thing to do? She had no idea but she knew that she was loyal to a fault, that her promise was worth more than this.

''Are you quite finished?" Cyclone wondered, which had Grace snort.

"Seems like you are finished with this marriage." She pointed out, which caused a moment of long silence. For a moment she even considered checking if the line had gone dead, but then her husband spoke again.

"It never was a true marriage, which is why I need you to sign the papers for an annulment." Other than his wife might now believe, he had thought this tough. Had the plan in place a few days after Bradshaw was injured, because he wasn't blind, because he wasn't obvious to the things happening around him. He was third wheeling his own marriage and that other guy was in a coma, which did nothing for his confidence to be honest, but it did wonders to his research skills.