Romans de Authoress Vivian

Chapter 127: ||Wesley’s POV ||The hallway outside the emergency room felt like a prison, but in reverse. I was trapped outside and I couldn't get in. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t breathe. I just kept pacing, back and forth, my boots scuffing the polished tiles like they could somehow scratch through time itself and get me to the end of this nightmare faster. The wait was maddening, the stress of everything made my headtrob, but I was too much in distress to pay attention to it. Her screams echoed from behind the double doors.Ragged, in distress and painfully. Each one tore through me like a properly sharpened blade, carving into places inside me I didn’t even know existed. The kind of places where fear burrowed and bloomed. The kind of places where men lost themselves. “Natalia…” I whispered under my breath, I held back a wail and I looked at the door, gripping the back of my neck as I tried to hold myself together. But my hands were shaking. My legs felt like they would g

Chapter 126: || Natalia’s POV ||There was no pain.There was no feeling. No weight.No noise.Only silence.And numbnessAnd light. A soft type of light. A light so warm that it danced like a gentle breeze across my skin, even though I didn’t feel my body anymore.Even though I couldn't really make out my surroundings. It was as though I had been poured into this place like water, shapeless, formless… floating. Existing.As if that was all I was meant to do.Was I dreaming? I could be dreaming yet it felt so real. So vivid. So true. It didn’t feel like sleep.It didn’t feel like death either, although something about the stillness reminded me of goodbye. The kind of goodbye you don’t come back from.And for some reason, it scared me. Not because I could not come back from it but because I was somewhat finding piece in it. Was this how stillness felt?I blinked once. The light became blurry. I blinked twice to clear my sight and I finally got it back. So I tried to speak. It f

Chapter 125: ||Wesley’s POV ||The hallway outside the emergency room felt like a prison, but in reverse. I was trapped outside and I couldn't get in. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t breathe. I just kept pacing, back and forth, my boots scuffing the polished tiles like they could somehow scratch through time itself and get me to the end of this nightmare faster. The wait was maddening, the stress of everything made my headtrob, but I was too much in distress to pay attention to it. Her screams echoed from behind the double doors.Ragged, in distress and painfully. Each one tore through me like a properly sharpened blade, carving into places inside me I didn’t even know existed. The kind of places where fear burrowed and bloomed. The kind of places where men lost themselves. “Natalia…” I whispered under my breath, I held back a wail and I looked at the door, gripping the back of my neck as I tried to hold myself together. But my hands were shaking. My legs felt like they would g

Chapter 124: || Natalia’s POV||The first thing I felt was warmth.A heavy, swaddling kind of warmth that wrapped around my body like thick wool. Then the cold crept in.Beneath the warmth, under the blankets and the softness, there was a bone-deep chill… and pain A dull, lingering pain that throbbed in my lower back and pulsed against my ribs with every shallow breath.I stirred, and the world shifted.Beeping. Steady, rhythmic, artificial. The antiseptic scent filled my nose before I even opened my eyes.My throat was dry, my tongue was like sandpaper. Everything felt… muted. Like I was floating underwater, and the world was just beyond the surface, waiting. Then I opened my eyes. I wasn't surprised it was a hospital. The smell gave it away. And the first thing I saw… was him. Wesley.He was sitting by the edge of the hospital bed, hunched forward with his hands clasped like he’d been praying. His head was bowed, lips moving silently—muttering something only he and the heavens c

Chapter 123: || Wesley’s POV||I heard her scream.It wasn’t just a sound. It was a visceral, soul-ripping sound that split through the corridors of the house and straight into the hollow part of my chest. "Natalia!" I yelled at the top of my voice. My heart stopped. Then it slammed against my ribs with so much force I could barely think.I was already running before I even understood what I was doing. “Upstairs! Now!” I shouted at the guards already rushing in from the exterior patrol. “She’s in her room— GO!”My footsteps thundered up the stairs. I barely registered the blur of agents and panicked yells behind me.I reached her door and slammed against it, but it didn’t budge. Locked. Bolted.And worse—it was sealed by our own security lockdown system. The kind we had installed to keep intruders out. But now, it was keeping me from her. I slammed the code several times but it didn't work.“No,” I breathed out in disbelief, slamming the door again. “Open it! Get it open!” I kicke

Chapter 122: || Natalia’s POV ||Wesley's call made me happier, since I wouldn't be here again.Finally, some peace from all I've been facing.I dropped the phone on the table and waved my hand joyfully. I hummed quietly as I packed the last few clothes into the small suitcase.For the first time in weeks, my heart felt light.A vacation— He had actually planned a vacation for us. I still couldn’t quite believe it.I folded one of my favorite dresses— soft and floral, the one Wesley always said made me look ‘dangerously perfect’— And set it gently into the suitcase. The zipper made a satisfying sound as I tugged it shut. For a moment, I just stood there, letting the thought settle, ‘We’re leaving. We’re getting out.’The last few weeks had been a waking nightmare. Every creak of the house, every unexpected knock at the door, sent me spiraling.But now, the thought of getting away with Wesley, just the two of us, felt like a miracle.I would finally be able to breathe again.I smiled