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Chapter 70 blood and promises
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Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 72: blood that betrays
The hospital corridor felt like it was closing in on me. The pale white walls seemed to press closer with each step, the fluorescent lights above buzzing with a cruelty that scraped against my already raw nerves.Each sound — a distant intercom announcement, a nurse’s hurried steps, the squeak of a medicine cart — felt magnified, echoing through my skull until all I could hear was noise. Noise and his voice.Albert’s words still echoed in my head, relentless, jagged.Your father is alive.Alive.Not a ghost, not a fading shadow from the past.Not a name buried with my childhood.Alive.And behind the attack.The syllables circled my mind like vultures. I pressed my hand against the cold railing lining the corridor, trying to anchor myself, but the ground still seemed to tilt beneath me. Every step was a battle to keep from collapsing under the weight of the truth.My father.The man who had abandoned me before I ever had the chance to know him. The man whose face I remembered only in
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 71: the truth that shatters
The doctor hesitated, and those two seconds nearly stopped my heart. Then, finally, he nodded slowly. “He survived the night. The surgery was extensive — multiple transfusions, internal repair, a collapsed lung. He’s in critical condition, but stable. He won’t wake for some time. But…” The doctor’s voice softened. “He’s alive.”The breath left me in a shuddering exhale. My shoulders sagged, my body trembling from relief and exhaustion all at once.Alive. He was alive.The doctor gave a faint, professional smile and excused himself, leaving the door slightly ajar. The quiet returned — heavier now, but less suffocating.Liam reached for my hand. This time, he didn’t hesitate. His palm was warm, grounding, steady — the only thing in the room that didn’t feel fragile.I clung to him like an anchor, my eyes closing as tears slipped down my cheeks. “Don’t let go,” I whispered.“I won’t,” he said softly. And for once, I believed him.For a long moment, we sat like that — silent, breathing, e
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 70 blood and promises
I pressed harder against his wound, desperate, tears streaming down my face. “Save your strength! The police are coming, do you hear me? They’re coming!”He blinked once — slow — his eyes finding mine, and in that fleeting look I saw everything. The warning. The regret. The knowledge that this was bigger than both of us.“Evelyn…” he whispered. “They… wanted you…”His hand twitched, reaching for mine, then fell limp.“No—no, no, no.” My sob broke in the small space. I shook him again, harder this time. “You don’t get to die on me! Not like this!”My voice cracked, raw and desperate, but his eyes had already gone distant.Outside, red and blue lights flashed through the shattered glass. The screech of brakes. Doors slamming. Footsteps pounding.I barely heard them. My body was trembling, weak. Every breath was shallow, pain radiating from my ribs like a wave.Blood soaked the carpet beneath me, slick and dark. My fingers slipped when I tried to brace myself. The sirens grew louder unti
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 69: into the trap
I swallowed hard, trying to steady the panic that threatened to consume me. Every instinct screamed to run back, to hide, to protect the fragile bubble I had built. But deep inside, I knew I couldn’t. Not now. Not with Kent, Rolland, and Anastasia depending on me.The air felt thick, pressing against my chest as I tried to think, to plan, to strategize. I replayed Abbas’s words over and over: “Bring the papers. Alone.” No witnesses. No backup. No room for error. And the implication hung there, unspoken but sharp as a blade: the stakes were higher than I could have imagined.I glanced back at the children. Rolland, stubborn and defiant, oblivious to the danger yet acutely aware of every adult misstep. Kent, fragile, still recovering, his trust in the world shaken but not broken. Anastasia, innocent, radiating a light I had fought to protect. And then there was Sebastian, standing tall despite the tension in his body, waiting for permission, waiting for trust.I realized with a jolt tha
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter 68: uneasy trust
The morning after Abbas’s call, the world felt heavier, as though the air itself pressed against my chest. I barely slept, tossing and turning until the first gray streaks of dawn crawled across the sky. Every shadow in the room seemed sharper, every tick of the clock louder, counting down to something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. By the time I rose, my body ached, my muscles stiff from a restless night, but my mind was restless, buzzing with thoughts I couldn’t silence. Albert’s fragile face in my memory, the urgency in Abbas’s clipped voice, Sebastian’s shadow in the doorway of my heart—all of it tangled together in a knot I couldn’t loosen.Downstairs, the children were already gathered around the breakfast table. The morning sun filtered weakly through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor and the worn wooden chairs. Rolland sat stiffly, his spoon clinking rhythmically against his bowl of cereal, eyes fixed somewhere beyond the table. Anastasia’s gaze followed me the
Chasing His Ex-wife Back Chapter67: The Deal in Motion
The line went dead.For a heartbeat, the silence rang louder than thunder. I gripped the phone like it was the only thing tethering me to reality, my knuckles white against the metal edge. My breath came shallow, uneven. The hum of the hospital lights above me sounded too bright, too sterile—mocking the chaos clawing through my chest.Albert. Sebastian. The children. And now Abbas.Each name was a fault line waiting to break.Every instinct screamed for me to run back to Albert’s side—to hide in that fragile, sterile room where his heartbeat still meant hope. But Abbas’s voice—measured, sharp, heavy with a warning I couldn’t ignore—kept echoing in my mind.Someone who doesn’t forgive. Someone who doesn’t forget.My pulse thrummed painfully in my throat as I turned back toward the hospital room. Albert lay pale beneath the dim light, his chest rising slowly under the thin blanket. His eyes met mine instantly, as if he’d been waiting, as if he’d felt the world shift the same moment I di
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