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I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband The little miracle
Romeo“She is sick. It is a clinical diagnosis. You didn't cause her organs to fail.""I did…" I replied, the words tearing out of my throat like shards of broken glass. I turned away from her, unable to look at the sympathy that was trying to replace her anger. I couldn't handle her understanding. I didn't deserve it.I walked over to the edge of my desk, gripping the polished wood until my fingers went numb.“You think she just walked out on me six years ago because her father died? Or just because her mother forced her to?” I let out a harsh, ragged breath. “No… we were inseparable. She left because of what it cost her to keep me breathing. When my father was assassinated, I didn’t want to survive. I was reckless. I was suicidal. I put a car into a concrete retaining wall at a hundred miles an hour.”I turned back to face her, my voice dropping to a whisper.“My liver was lacerated beyond repair. I was dying on a table in a private clinic. The entire estate was at war; they couldn’
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Note
Hello guys, I noticed there’s a wrong chapter published last night. I mostly upload 5-6 chapters and set a timer for auto-publishing them. I usually check after it gets published and fix it instantly if there’s an issue. But last night I was so sick, I couldn't even pick up my phone... So I couldn't fix it immediately. I am sorry about that. It was not intentional at all. But yeah, a mistake surely. I have fixed it now, you will be able to see the edited chapter after it gets approved by my editor. Please, wait patiently.
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Who is it
RomeoThe glass of scotch sitting on my desk had been there for nearly three hours. But I had not touched it. The drink was there out of habit more than desire.I did not want the numbness. Numbness was a luxury I had not earned.Leaning back in my leather office chair, I pressed the heels of my hands against my burning eyes and exhaled slowly. Exhaustion had settled deep into my bones. There was a relentless ache pulsed behind my temples, sharp enough to make every heartbeat feel like a hammer striking against my skull.For seven days, I had barely slept.Two hours a night, if I was lucky.I had confined myself almost entirely to the medical wing and my office, existing on little more than black coffee and the crushing weight of thoughts I could not escape. Every hour had blurred into the next until time itself had become meaningless. There was only Isabella’s recovery, Irene’s exhaustion and the growing certainty that I was finally being forced to face truths I had spent years a
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Everything stopped
RomeoThe glass of scotch sitting on my desk had been there for nearly three hours. But I had not touched it. The drink was there out of habit more than desire.I did not want the numbness. Numbness was a luxury I had not earned.Leaning back in my leather office chair, I pressed the heels of my hands against my burning eyes and exhaled slowly. Exhaustion had settled deep into my bones. There was a relentless ache pulsed behind my temples, sharp enough to make every heartbeat feel like a hammer striking against my skull.For seven days, I had barely slept.Two hours a night, if I was lucky.I had confined myself almost entirely to the medical wing and my office, existing on little more than black coffee and the crushing weight of thoughts I could not escape. Every hour had blurred into the next until time itself had become meaningless. There was only Isabella’s recovery, Irene’s exhaustion and the growing certainty that I was finally being forced to face truths I had spent years a
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Gone again
IreneHearing Romeo’s voice crack open on my name, my jaw tightened so hard the muscles ached. The raw, unfiltered desperation in his eyes was too much to look at, too heavy to carry in the bright afternoon sun. I immediately looked away, forcing my entire posture into a rigid, unyielding line.What the hell was he trying to do? Why was he apologizing now?I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. "There is nothing to apologize for, Dr. Galante," I said.It was a lie, of course. A desperate, exhausting lie to cover up the devastating heartbreak I could feel pooling in my own eyes. I couldn't let him see it. Not here. Not with Isabella sitting between us. "You are just doing your job." I added."You know that is not what I mean," Romeo pushed gently.He didn't back down. Instead, he took a half-step around the bed, ignoring the fact that his sister-in-law was sitting right there, watching us with wide, confused eyes. He was closing the distance I was risking everything to maintain."Do
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Too late
IreneSeven days can change the entire landscape of a house, but it hadn’t done a single thing to clear the exhaustion anchoring itself inside my bones.For a week, I had lived in a blurred loop of split-second naps, lukewarm coffee, and a rotating shift of keeping Isabella grounded. My hair was thrown up in a claw clip, my clothes were wrinkled.But today was a milestone.“Your vitals are exceptionally strong today, Isabella,” Romeo’s voice broke the quiet hum of the intensive medical suite. He unclipped her chart, his clinical tone perfectly practiced, though the dark circles under his eyes mirrored my own. “The internal bruising is healing beautifully, and your blood volume has finally stabilized.”I stood near the door, arms crossed, watching him slide his pen into the pocket of his navy scrubs.“Which means…” Romeo continued, offering Isabella a small, genuine smile. “You have officially graduated from the intensive medical suite. We are moving you to the south wing today. The ro
I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband Bouquet
Isabella’s POVI was having a nightmare.A nightmare of Dante leaving me. A nightmare of the world without him. A nightmare of Elara asking me questions. I felt like I was drowning until I forced my eyes to open.I breathed hard and swept my hand across the Egyptian cotton sheets, seeking warmth.
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Dante’s POVI felt her stiffen next to me. Her breathing stopped.I looked down at her. Her face had gone pale, the blood draining away so fast she looked like a statue. She was staring straight ahead. Her eyes were wide with a terror I had never seen in her before."Bella?" I whispered as I leaned
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Mateo’s POV3:00 AM. The Santiago Penthouse.I poured another glass of vodka. The crystal decanter clinked by the trembling of my hand.The apartment was silent but inside my head, there was chaos. Too much chaos.I loved you.I had said it. I had screamed it in a room full of elites. And she had l
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Dante’s POVI had shut myself in the office of Inferno Tech’s New York headquarters.I glanced at the clock. It was ticking at 4 A.M. It was almost dawn. And I hadn't slept a bit.I saw my reflection on the table glass. I looked like a mess. My tie undone. Coat left somewhere in the office. My hair
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