Share

Chapter 3

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-28 18:35:09

HANNAH

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Mancini.” Dr. Ramirez came into the living room.  “How are you feeling today?”

I gave her a faint smile.

“Better now,” I say. “Still stuffy, but the fever’s gone.”

“That’s a good sign,” she nodded and sat down across from me. “ Let’s get started with a quick check-up.”

Dr. Ramirez went through the usual checks. Blood pressure. Temperature. Pulse. I’d done this so many times before, but this time felt different. I just wanted good news.

But then she paused. “Wait… according to your medication tracker, you haven’t logged any doses for almost a month.” Her voice tightened. “Is that right?”

I hesitated, “Yes… I had that terrible cold, remember? I was taking cold medicine, and I didn’t want any interactions with the fertility drugs. So… I stopped for a bit.”

Dr. Ramirez set the tablet down and looked at me, her brows drawing together. “Hannah, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought I’d be fine once I got better. I didn’t think—” I stopped myself. “I didn’t want to bother you. I’ve troubled you so much.”

She exhaled sharply, visibly frustrated but trying to stay calm. “Look, Hannah. This medication is time-sensitive.A disruption like this could throw everything off. We may have to adjust the whole cycle.”

I blinked, surprised by how anxious she seemed. To be honest, I didn’t have much hope left for the treatment. It’s already been seven years, after all..

But she looked genuinely distressed. Not just like a doctor doing her job, but like someone who cared.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t realize it would affect things so much.”

“I know you didn’t,” she replied, her tone softening. “But that’s why I’m here, to guide you through this. You should never feel like you're bothering me.”

I was touched that she was so responsible for me.

“We’ll need to run a few extra tests before restarting the medication,” she continued. “And I want to see you again in five days. We’ll reassess and pick things back up without losing too much ground.”

“I understand,” I said. “And I’ll be more careful.”

“I know you will,” she replied. “We’ll get back on track, Hannah. I just need you to keep trusting the process, and me.”

“I do,” I said with a smile. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

During my check-up, Nico stayed in his study. He didn’t come out until Dr. Ramirez was about to leave. 

“Thank you for coming over, Doc,” Nico said.

Dr. Ramirez gave a small nod. “Of course. Just let me know if anything changes.”

“I guess I’ll see you next week, Doc,” I said. “Goodbye for now.”

After Dr. Ramirez left, I felt a bit drained. Nico noticed I wasn’t feeling well and pulled me into his arms. “Don’t worry, honey. Everything’s going to be okay. I only care about whether you’re happy.”

I nodded and leaned against him. His broad chest gave me a sense of comfort.

He asked Paula to prepare some afternoon tea on the balcony. Then he kissed my forehead and said, “A little sunshine will lift your mood.”

We had just sat down on the balcony when Nico’s phone rang.

After the call, he let out a groan. “Oh God, I need to step out for a bit. Can’t work pause for just one minute? All I want is to enjoy some tea with my beautiful wife.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and gave him a gentle push. “Go on, then. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

He left. I sat on the balcony with my tea. The late afternoon breeze brushed against my skin.

A thought crept in when I was trying to relax. 

If I couldn’t give him a child, would Nico go to someone else?

I hated this idea. No matter how much he loved me, it might not be enough. 

I’m not sure how much time had passed. I suddenly heard shouting from downstairs. 

It was…Nico?

I froze by the railing. At first, I thought he was on the phone.

Work could get intense for him sometimes.

Then I saw Dr. Ramirez standing in front of him. He was arguing with her.

What was going on?

I set my tea down and went downstairs.

“Nico,” I called out. “What’s going on?” 

Nico turned first. He softened instantly when he saw me, like he could switch it on and off. 

“It’s nothing. I just…” he said, struggling to continue. I got upset hearing about the medication issue. I don’t think this treatment is working, and I don’t want to waste more time.”

Dr. Ramirez looked stunned. “Mr. Mancini —”

“I’m considering hiring someone else,” he cuts in. “Someone with a different approach.”

I tried to process what he just said. “Wait, what? Why would you —”

“It’s not about her,” he replied. “It’s about you and your health. I just want what’s best for you.”

His concern caught me off guard. Nico wasn’t frustrated with me at all.

He still cared about protecting me. But Dr. Ramirez didn’t deserve to take all the blame.

“Honey… It’s okay,” I said quietly. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Nico sighed. “I just… I’m worried you’re not getting better fast enough,” he said. “I want us back on track. That’s all I was talking about with her.”

“I know you’re worried,” I said softly. “I want to start the treatment as soon as possible. But it's been great working with Dr. Ramirez. She’s always been very responsible with me, and she knows my physical condition very well. I don't want to find another doctor to help us out.”

Dr. Ramirez smiled. “Thanks for your belief. I’m still confident I can help you conceive, Mrs. Mancini.”

I nodded. “Then let’s keep going.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist. “I just want you to have our baby, Hannah. I want to see you holding them one day. I want a family with you.

I looked up at him. “I want that too. If I follow Dr. Ramirez’s treatment plan, maybe I can conceive one day.”

“Can’t wait, honey,” Nico beamed.

I pictured it. Nico was cradling our baby with a big smile on his face. I could almost hear the silence in the house change. It would be filled with the sounds of tiny footsteps and giggles. 

I wanted that more than anything. 

I turned to our driver. “Ben, please take Dr. Ramirez home,” I said.

Dr. Ramirez gave me a kind smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Mancini.”

Nico exhaled beside me and gave a reluctant smile. “You’re too kind, you know that? I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey,” I whispered. I leaned into his touch for comfort.

We headed back inside. Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand.

I looked down and squinted.

No name. Just an unknown number.

Hmm… Strange. 

The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared.

My eyes went wide the second it came into focus.

My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone.

Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep.

His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

What?!

I told myself it might be fake. After all, Nico had business rivals who wanted to destroy his life. What the fuck is this cruel trick?

But then I saw the small birthmark on his shoulder. It was the one I’d kissed a hundred times. That was exactly Nico! He really cheated on me!

I felt like throwing up. The image of the family I wanted with Nico was shattered in an instant.

Everything I’d been hoping for suddenly felt like a lie.

I felt dizzy. The last thing I remembered was everything going dark.

Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App

Latest chapter

  • Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband   Chapter 130

    HANNAHThe mansion doesn’t feel like a mansion anymore. It feels like a carcass.The chandeliers are still lit, but they buzz too loudly in the empty halls. The lilies in the foyer are wilted, their petals browning like paper left too close to a flame. Someone—probably Alvarez—still keeps the marble polished, but the shine feels wrong. Too clean. Like the place is trying to hide what it’s been.Most of the staff have gone, taking quiet leaves of absence or just not coming back at all. Veronica is gone too—retreated somewhere private to salvage what’s left of her reputation. Sydney’s room was cleared out overnight. No goodbye, no scene. Just gone.Only Nico’s shadow lingers. His study door is sealed, crime tape stretched across it, the desk inside probably still smelling like his cologne and broken glass. He’s not here anymore. He’s somewhere else—under investigation, under guard, under everything.For the first time in years, I can walk through this house without listening for footste

  • Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband   Chapter 129

    SYDNEYI wake to the sound of my phone buzzing nonstop. At first, it feels good. Like victory.This is it. The story must have gone live. My inbox must be full of congratulations, of editors asking for exclusives, of Nico finally seeing what Hannah really is.I reach for the phone, heart thudding.And then I see the notifications.Not praise.Headlines.HANNAH MANCINI: THE SURVIVOR WHO STOOD AGAINST HER HUSBAND’S EMPIRE VIEWERS RALLY AROUND HANNAH AFTER SHOCKING FOOTAGE PUBLIC OUTCRY GROWS AS HANNAH’S STATEMENTS TREND #IStandWithHannahThe tabloid story I planted is there, buried three scrolls down.And the comments under it are brutal.“This is disgusting. Leave her alone.” “This is just more victim-blaming trash.” “Sydney’s name is on this? Of course it is. She’s been jealous from the start.”My mouth goes dry. I keep scrolling, keep reading, keep looking for someone—anyone—to say what I wanted them to say.They don’t.**********************************By the time I sit up, the

  • Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband   Chapter 128

    NICOThe walls are too loud. They whisper when I walk past, like the plaster itself has joined the chorus.“Fraud.”“Control.”“Coercion.”Words reporters love because they don’t have to live inside them.I slam my fist against the wood paneling in the study until my knuckles sing, but the whispers don’t stop. They never stop.**********************************The staff scatter when I enter a room now. Alvarez lowers her eyes. Even the gardener—who’s worked here twenty years, who once said I saved his son’s job—won’t meet my gaze.Traitors. All of them.Only Hannah smiles. She smiles like she believes, like she hasn’t already poisoned me with her performance, her “truth.” I saw the way she looked at the crowd last night, saw how the cameras adored her.She’s mine. She’s always been mine.But even mine smiles too much when I’m not watching.**********************************This morning, the board came. I should’ve told them not to, but they swarmed anyway, their suits and their nerv

  • Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband   Chapter 127

    HANNAHThe ballroom feels hotter tonight. The chandeliers blaze so brightly it’s like they want to burn holes in me, but I stand very still, smiling, the perfect wife beside her perfect husband. Nico’s hand rests on the small of my back — warm, possessive, grounding me in a way that feels more like a chain than a touch.Cameras flash. Glasses clink. The murmur of expensive conversation swells and dips, like everyone’s waiting for the main act to begin.And they are.I glance toward the far wall where the press has been corralled. Red camera lights glow like waiting eyes. Somewhere outside the building, David is watching through the feed, waiting for me to give the signal.I can feel the flash drive like a weight in my clutch. Cold. Small. Capable of ending everything.Nico raises his glass again, ready to speak, but I slide forward before he can, letting the train of my dress sweep behind me.“Before Nico speaks,” I say, projecting my voice so the whole room can hear, “I’d like to say

  • Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband   Chapter 126

    HANNAHThe mansion gleams like it’s been scrubbed within an inch of its life. Chandeliers blaze overhead, marble floors polished until they reflect my dress back at me — the same emerald silk Nico chose, a replica of the one I wore the night we met. He thinks putting me in it will rewrite history, drag me back to a place where I still loved him.Underneath the silk, against my ribs, the mic David gave me hums like a second heartbeat. Two taps to go live, three for backup. I tap twice before stepping out of my room.The house is a theater tonight. Staff move like clockwork, faces blank, hands sure. Guests arrive in waves — businessmen in black suits, women in couture, the city’s gossip writers already whispering before they’re even handed champagne. It’s a reconciliation story too shiny to resist: the fallen wife restored, the perfect family rebuilt.I catch Alvarez’s eye as I pass. She doesn’t speak, just inclines her head the smallest fraction — a signal we agreed on. South hall clear

  • Never Forgive You, My Ex-Husband   Chapter 125

    HANNAHBy the time I made it back to my room, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.The house was quiet, too quiet, the kind that pressed on my skin and made me wonder if Nico had eyes on me even now. The vows I’d found scrawled across his desk burned behind my eyes — You’ll never leave me again — written so many times the pen had nearly carved through the paper.I wanted to scream. I wanted to smash something until it broke loud enough to wake the whole damn house. Instead, I paced.The knock came soft, deliberate.“Open the door, Hannah,” David’s voice, low and dangerous, the kind of voice that never asked twice.I hesitated for three full seconds before turning the knob.He was already inside before I could say anything, shutting the door behind him. He didn’t bother with hello.“You can’t do this,” he said, his voice sharp. “You can’t stand up in front of half the city tomorrow and let him put a ring on you like some trophy he just cleaned and polished.”“I’m not letting him—”“Yes, you

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status