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Chapter 25The bump of the bus from the rough contact it had made on the road caused it to jerk, snapping Emily awake from her dreamless sleep.She quickly shook it off, content with the rest and very much happy that it came with no silly dreams or hallucinations that might lead to another panic attack. Her fingers immediately clipped to the big brown envelope slipping from her tired nails. She was not letting this slip away; it was the solution to everything.Securing the position of the envelope in her fingers, she rested her head back on the side of the bus as she tried to slip away to her dreamless sleep again. But just then, the sound of her phone pulled her back, the vibrations from her small handbag making it completely impossible to ignore.Drawing in a deep breath, she fished out her phone and, without even checking who the caller was, out of anger for being disturbed from the sleep of her dream (well, dreamless sleep)…“Hello!?” Emily growled.“Emily, are you okay?” Becca’

Chapter twenty-four“What could my husband possibly have done that you had to bring in security for him?” Vanessa asked. Her tone was sharp and demanding as her gaze turned from Doctor Bruce to Richard, then to the hefty security guards who looked ready to handle a problem. She tried to hide the irritation in her eyes.When she had texted Doctor Bruce earlier, pleading with him to stall Richard while she made her way here. After she had ignored his messages and calls, along with Emily’s, because she was busy with a certain distracting business she didn’t want to leave unattended. After mixing up the time and hearing that Emily had been bold enough to show up late, maybe she didn’t need to save her house as much as Vanessa had thought she did.A small smirk curved her lips, but she quickly fixed it back in place and turned her attention to the disgraceful scene in front of her.This was certainly not what she had pictured. She had expected Bruce to bore Richard with programs and proce

Chapter twenty-three“Mr. Williams?” The bald doctor, whose name tag read Bruce, kept calling to him.Who names their kid Bruce, anyway?But none of that mattered. The only person who mattered was standing just a few meters away from him. Richard tried his best not to put all his hope that it was her, but his stomach fluttered anyway. As he prayed to whoever cared to listen above that by some stroke of luck, the wet figure in front of him was Emily, the woman who had haunted his dreams for years. The woman he had even gone to therapy for. The woman, he hired a private investigator to follow, just to get a glimpse of her, even though it was through photos. The woman he was ready to spend his life with the one who made the thought of having children no longer feel like a rope tied around his throat.Richard inhaled deeply, willing his legs to move. He rubbed his eyes, giving common sense one last chance, not wanting to place his heart on a false alarm. But the vision remained.There

Chapter twenty-two “No, that can’t be him. That can’t be Richard!” Emily found herself screaming inside, but it only came out as a whisper as the nurse immediately pulled her into the room, shutting the door. “Miss, please, you have to calm down. Your temperature is still very high,” the nurse who had gone to get her a blanket said, trying to place a distorted Emily onto the bed. “No, you don’t understand. What if he sees me?” Emily said, although it felt as though she was screaming at the top of her voice. The sound of her heartbeat only grew louder by the second, making it difficult for her to hear herself. Her words came out as a distorted whisper to the nurse, who now had a genuinely concerned look on her face. “Please, ma’am, you have to relax. I don’t understand what you are saying,” the nurse said as she placed a big blanket over Emily, but that did nothing to stop the shiver that continued to run up and down her spine. Emily shook her head repeatedly as she grip

Chapter Twenty-one Richard’s eyes stared out at the hospital’s entrance as he raked his hand through his hair, trying his best not to grip it out of anger. Here he was, going through one issue at work and another at home. Fuck! He never even wanted any of this in the first place, he thought angrily, already feeling the pressure building between his eyes. But you agreed to it, a tiny voice whispered to him. No, he didn’t. This was all Vanessa’s fault, and he had somehow gotten wrapped up again in her webs. He needed to get this done fast and get back to figuring out how to deal with this issue with Mr. Chen, because there was no way he was losing this contract all because his manager couldn’t keep his thing in his damn pants. “Don’t go too far. This shouldn’t take long,” Richard said impatiently to Harrison, who nodded as he got out of the car and made his way toward the entrance of the hospital. He needed to get this done as fast as possible and leave this place.

Chapter 20 “If we lose this contract because of your incompetence, consider yourself fired,” Richard barked into the phone as he struggled for fine comfort on his leather seat in the back of his Range Rover, as he and his driver made their way through the city traffic on their way to the hospital address Vanessa had sent it. “I’m really sorry sir, please give me a chance to fix this.” Sam’s shaky voice slips through the phone of this speaker. “You better!” Richard said, as his grip around the phone tightened. He could hear the fear and trembling in Samuel’s voice and, as much as it was annoying that he was the reason behind that tremble, he knew it was Becca. There was no way he was going to allow the slip up of his manager to cause him this contract. “I will sir, I just need to make a few calls and talk to her, please sir.” The sly bastard was still in contact with her? “I don’t care what you do or who you call,” Richard said, deciding not to think too much into what