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Scars Beneath Silence
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2026-03-30 05:05:02
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Divorced At Dawn: The CEO Who Begged Too Late Pain, is that You ?
“Sabrina,” he said, his voice dropping low, “what do you mean something’s wrong?”On the other end, her breathing was uneven. Panicked.“It’s Dad,” she said again, like repeating it might make it easier to understand. “He collapsed earlier, and when the doctors came, he refused.”Adrian’s brows knitted.“Refused what?”“Treatment!” she cried. “He won’t let them touch him. He keeps pushing everyone away.”Adrian’s grip tightened around his phone.“That’s ridiculous.”“I know!” Sabrina snapped. “But he’s not listening to anyone. Not me, not the doctors, no one.”Adrian’s jaw clenched.“Put the doctor on the phone.”“I tried!” she said, her voice breaking slightly. “He sent them out. He said he doesn’t want to see anyone unless…”She hesitated.Adrian’s patience snapped.“Unless what, Sabrina?”There was a pause.“Unless Miranda comes.”Silence.Adrian’s expression darkened instantly.“He’s asking for her,” Sabrina repeated. “He said if she doesn’t come, he won’t cooperate.” Adrian’s g
Divorced At Dawn: The CEO Who Begged Too Late The Illusion of Love
Adrian had been at the hospital for almost two hours. It’s been one procedure after the other since he brought Vivian to the hospital. If he’s to describe himself, he is arrogant, not blind. He can tell that Vivian is using this opportunity to the fullest. Parading him around the hospital is not something she gets to do that easily. “That’s it.” Adrian snapped, suddenly tired of the nonsense he got himself into. He made up his mind; he’s going to call Vivian out. It’s either she comes with him now, or he’ll leave her at the hospital. Adrian had barely taken three steps into the hospital corridor when a familiar voice stopped him.“Adrian Cole?”He turned.For a split second, his expression didn’t change.Then recognition clicked.“Daniel.”The man standing before him grinned, adjusting the stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck. He looked almost exactly the same as he had in university, just older, sharper, and more polished.“Well, well,” Daniel said, stepping closer. “Look
Divorced At Dawn: The CEO Who Begged Too Late Call Your Shot!
He said it.Not just her mother’s name, but her exact age. Just like that? The information hit Miranda like a physical force.Her breath caught.Her fingers tightened around the bedsheet.“You know my mom?” Miranda mumbled. “I know she’s not your biological mom.” Colin clarifies. “Your real mom cries herself to bed every night because she lost her only daughter.” Aunt Felicia gasped.“That’s…” she started, then stopped, covering her mouth.Miranda’s heart began to pound. Hard. Fast. Uneven.“No,” she whispered.But it didn’t sound convincing anymore.Colin watched her reaction carefully, with no form of triumph whatsoever. Not even a smug.Just… patient.“We can ask her later,” he said gently. “When the time is right.”Miranda’s throat felt tight.“You…” She shook her head, trying to ground herself. “What exactly do you want with me? You could have found that anywhere.”“I didn’t,” he said.“You’re lying.”“I’m not.”“You’re. Did Adrian send you? Did he…”“Miranda.”Her name.The
Divorced At Dawn: The CEO Who Begged Too Late A Brother's Claim
Miranda didn’t blink.Didn’t move.Didn’t even breathe properly.The man standing at the foot of her hospital bed looked… real. Too real to be a hallucination. Tall, composed, dressed in a way that spoke quietly of wealth rather than shouting it. His shirt was crisp, his wristwatch understated but expensive, his posture confident without arrogance.And yet, she had never seen him before in her life.“Hi,” he said again, softer this time, like he was approaching something fragile. “How are you feeling?”Miranda’s gaze stayed locked on his face. Searching for something… recognition, familiarity, anything.There was nothing.“Who are you?” she repeated.He exhaled slightly, as if he had expected that response but still wished it would go differently. A small smile tugged at his lips, polite but restrained.“I was hoping we could ease into this,” he said.“We won’t,” Miranda cut in flatly.Aunt Felicia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, glancing between them.“Madam…”“No,” Miranda said,
Divorced At Dawn: The CEO Who Begged Too Late The Divorce Diagnosis
Miranda woke to white.Not the soft white of morning curtains or fresh sheets. This white was harsh. Clinical. It smelled of antiseptic and something metallic that coated the back of her throat.Her body felt wrong. Heavy. Detached. As though she was only aware of it because something ached everywhere at once.She blinked slowly.The ceiling swam into focus, fluorescent lights humming faintly above her. Machines beeped somewhere to her left, rhythmic and indifferent. Mechanical. Each sound is precise. Unemotional.She turned her head.Aunt Felicia was there.She sat stiffly in the plastic chair beside the bed, hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles were pale. Her eyes were red. Not glossy. Red-red. As though she had cried past the point of relief and straight into exhaustion.“Madam,” she breathed, rising immediately. “Oh, thank God. Thank God.”Miranda swallowed. Her throat was dry. “Where…?” Her voice cracked, thin and unfamiliar.“The hospital,” Aunt Felicia said quickly. “
Divorced At Dawn: The CEO Who Begged Too Late Scars Beneath Silence
“I didn’t do anything,” Miranda said. Her voice was steady despite the tremor in her burned wrist, fingers curled tightly around it. “She… ”“She hurt me,” Vivian cried, cutting her off.Miranda turned her eyes to Adrian. “She tipped it.”“That’s enough,” Adrian said sharply. He didn’t look at Miranda. “How exactly does someone deliberately pour hot coffee on herself? I saw what happened.”Miranda said nothing.Vivian collapsed back against the couch with a fragile sob, clutching her thigh. “Why would she do this to me, Addy? I didn’t provoke her. I was just sitting there. You shouldn’t have let her serve me.”Adrian’s attention was already on Vivian. “You need ointment.”Before he could finish, Aunt Felicia rushed in with the first-aid box.“I’ll handle it,” Adrian said, taking it from her. “Her skin is sensitive. She doesn’t tolerate pain well.”He knelt in front of Vivian and began applying the ointment himself.Vivian winced exaggeratedly, her eyes flicking toward Miranda with qui
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