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CHAPTER 72
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2026-07-27 15:09:25
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FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED CHAPTER 96
JASON’S POVI found myself, in the quiet hours after Ella’s exhausted sleep finally claimed her, sitting with Aldric’s confirmation that her financial breakthrough had indeed connected directly to Cross’s broader network, and processing an admiration considerably more complex than I’d initially anticipated feeling.I had known, in some general way, that Ella possessed genuine business acumen. She’d built an entire successful venture alone, in the human world, with no resources beyond her own determination and skill. But watching her work through that complicated financial documentation with such focused, methodical precision, identifying patterns our own trained analysts had struggled to fully untangle, revealed a depth of capability I hadn’t fully allowed myself to appreciate until confronted with it directly.It unsettled me somewhat, if I was honest with myself, sitting alone in the quiet aftermath of her breakthrough. Not because I doubted her capability, but because I understood,
FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED CHAPTER 95
ELLA’S POVI found Jason the following morning looking considerably more exhausted than I’d seen him even during the darkest hours of my own recovery, papers spread across a portable desk someone had arranged near my hospital bed at his insistence, his focus divided uncomfortably between my continued care and whatever fresh crisis had apparently consumed the previous night.“What’s happening?” I asked, watching him rub his eyes with obvious, accumulated fatigue.“Cross has moved against Silvermoon’s stock,” he said, apparently deciding, after our earlier conversation about complete honesty, that continued careful management of difficult information served neither of us well. “A coordinated sell-off, sophisticated enough that our analysts are struggling to trace it back to him directly, though the timing makes his involvement almost certain.”“Show me,” I said immediately, pushing myself more upright despite Dr. Marsh’s continued recommendation for strict rest.“Ella, you need to focus
FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED CHAPTER 94
JASON’S POVI left Ella’s bedside that evening with a cold, focused determination that felt considerably different from the raw fury I’d carried immediately after her rescue, something more controlled and strategic settling into place as I processed Vivienne’s difficult update about Cross’s continued elusiveness.He would not simply disappear entirely, I told myself, sitting alone in my study attempting to plot our next steps forward. A man who’d spent thirty years patiently constructing this elaborate scheme wouldn’t abandon it entirely simply because one particular attempt had failed. Whatever he was planning next, I intended to be considerably more prepared for it than we’d managed to be for the wedding day assault.I spent several hours reviewing every scrap of intelligence Aldric’s team had managed to gather, searching for any pattern or clue that might offer insight into wherever Cross had retreated to regroup, though the frustrating reality remained that his careful preparation
FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED CHAPTER 93
ELLA’S POVI woke to Jason’s careful update about the fourth baby’s continued critical condition, and felt the fragile peace of my earlier recovery giving way to fresh, exhausting worry.“Dr. Marsh says the next several days will be crucial,” Jason said gently, his hand still holding mine with the same careful tenderness he’d maintained throughout my recovery. “Three of them are stable. The fourth is fighting, but genuinely critical.”I absorbed the update slowly, fear and fierce, protective determination tangling together in equal measure. “What can I actually do? Beyond simply resting and waiting?”“Exactly that, for now,” Jason said, though I could hear him working to soften the difficult reality of such limited agency during a crisis this significant. “Rest, reduced stress, careful monitoring. I know that feels frustratingly passive, given everything else you’ve already fought through to protect them.”I nodded, understanding the medical reality even as frustration built at my own
FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED CHAPTER 92
JASON’S POVI hadn’t fully processed how completely I’d come to love her until I watched those monitors flatline.I sat now in the quiet aftermath, Ella finally settled into genuine, peaceful sleep after that terrifying crisis, and found myself replaying those endless, devastating seconds over and over, unable to fully release the raw, visceral terror that had gripped me watching Dr. Marsh’s team fight desperately to restart her heart.I had known, in some abstract, careful way, that my feelings for Ella had grown into something considerably more significant than the wary suspicion of our earliest weeks together. I had told her I loved her, had meant it fully in the moment, had built an entire future around that genuine, hard-won affection. But sitting there watching her chest fail to rise, watching the monitors display nothing but flat, terrifying silence, I understood the actual depth of that love with a clarity that felt considerably more absolute than anything careful, considered
FAT, BARREN, AND REJECTED CHAPTER 91
ELLA’S POVI drifted in and out of awareness through what felt like an endless stretch of time, fragments of sound and sensation reaching me through a fog that made distinguishing dream from reality increasingly difficult—monitors beeping steadily somewhere nearby, the low murmur of medical staff conferring in careful, professional tones, occasionally Jason’s voice, rough with exhaustion and fear, speaking words I couldn’t fully process but somehow found deeply comforting regardless.I understood, in whatever fragmented awareness I retained, that we’d survived the extraction. Sherwood’s grip, the desperate struggle, the terrifying uncertainty of that locked room—all of it had somehow resolved into this current, hazy stability, though the specifics remained frustratingly difficult to fully grasp through the exhaustion and medication clearly working through my system.I fought, in whatever way my compromised consciousness allowed, to hold onto awareness, some instinct insisting that re
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