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THE DIVORCED WIFE RETURNS TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S HERS ONE HUNDRED 20
DAMIAN They clean the wound like I’m a malfunctioning machine; efficient, careful, and detached. Scissors snip through the soaked gauze, antiseptic burns like hell, and I don’t flinch. Pain is background noise right now. Actually, white noise. Elena flatlines in my head every time I blink. “Hold still,” the nurse mutters. “I am,” I reply dryly. “You’re just slow.” She shoots me a look. If this were any other day, I’d apologise. Today is not that day. Fresh bandages are wrapped tight around my side, compression firm enough to make breathing a conscious effort. The doctor insists on another scan which of course, I refuse. He insists harder. I stare at him until he remembers who funds half the research wing. We compromise. I stay upright, I stay awake, and I stay here. They wheel me back towards Elena’s room, and the closer I get, the quieter the world becomes. As if the hospital itself knows better than to make noise near her. The glass wall reflects me. I look pale, jaw unsha
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DAMIAN “Mr. Blackwood, you need to return to your room.”I don’t even look at the nurse when she says it. My eyes stay glued to the glass wall of Elena’s room, to the blur of movement inside; doctors, machines, and hands moving too fast and too slow all at once.“I’m not going anywhere,” I say flatly.“Your wound—”“—is not my priority.”She opens her mouth again. Big mistake.I turn to her slowly and deliberately, the way I do when boardrooms go quiet and billion-dollar deals start trembling.“You people let someone walk into a monitored ICU room,” I say with my voice low and dangerous. “You let them tamper with my wife’s IV. So unless you’re here to tell me you’ve identified the intruder, arrested them, and sterilised this entire floor, don’t tell me where I need to be.”Her face pales. Another doctor steps in, palms raised. “Mr. Blackwood, we understand you’re under a lot of stress, but you were shot. Your bandage is already—”I glance down. Blood has soaked through the white dre
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ELENAMy eyes dart wildly around the room, searching for anything. A monitor, awire, even a shadow, or someone passing the doorway. The IV bag hangs there innocently, dripping poison into my veins like it has all the time in the world. My chest burns. Air goes in, but it doesn’t feel like enough. My lungs refuse to expand fully, as if my body has decided breathing is optional now. Move, I command myself. Just one finger and one muscle, please, but Nothing happens. Terror becomes physical as it claws at my ribs, coils around my throat. Tears stream unchecked down my temples, soaking into the pillow. I can’t even wipe them away.Angela. The thought slams into me harder than anything else. Angela needs me. I try to scream her name... in my head it’s loud and desperate, but my lips barely tremble. A pathetic, broken sound leaks out, swallowed by the machines, and the monitor beeps steadily, too steady.My vision swims, the edges of the room blur, lights smearing into halos. My body fee
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ELENA I wake up with the unmistakable feeling that I’m not alone. It isn’t the beeping of the monitor or the ache in my body that alerts me. It’s instinct. That quiet, ancient warning that prickles at the back of my neck, the one that whispers danger before your mind catches up.My lashes flutter open.White ceiling, pale morning light leaking through the blinds, the low hum of hospital life somewhere beyond the walls, and movement. Someone stands near the IV pole, their back to me, shoulders slightly hunched as if they’re adjusting something. Blue scrubs and hair tucked neatly beneath a cap.Relief washes through me first.“Excuse me,” I croak, my throat dry. “Could you… help me sit up?”The figure pauses.“I’d also like to be taken to Damian’s room,” I add, forcing strength into my voice. “Please.”Slowly, too slowly the nurse turns, and my world fractures.Isabelle.For a split second, my brain refuses to accept it. It tries to rewrite reality. That’s impossible, it insists. She w
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ELENA Silence. Not the peaceful kind, the kind that hums in your ears and makes your skin crawl. The kind that tells you something is wrong because men like them never leave things quiet for long. My wrists ache where the ropes bit into my skin, and my throat is raw from screaming, from begging, from saying Damian’s name like it was a prayer and a curse all at once. I hold my breath, but as I do so, I hear footsteps. They are not heavy or rushed. They are dragging. Hope rises in my chest so fast it hurts. “Hello?” My voice cracks, desperation spilling out before I can stop it. “I’m in here. Please... please, I’m in here.” I push myself upright, chains clinking softly. My heart is pounding so loudly I’m sure whoever is coming can hear it. “Dad?” I whisper. “Garrick?” The door creaks open, and then Damian amian stumbles in. He Literally falls through the doorway like his body finally gave up arguing with gravity. “Oh my God.... Damian!” My scream rips out of me as he hi
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DAMIAN Pain doesn’t arrive politely. It doesn’t knock or announce itself. It crashes hot, blinding, and personal.The gun went off and for a split second, I didn’t even register the sound. What I felt first was the impact, like someone had punched straight through my shoulder with fire wrapped around their fist. My body jerked violently against the restraints, metal biting into my wrists as a sharp, ugly groan tore out of me before I could stop it.So this is how it feels. It feels just brutal. I clenched my jaw hard enough that my teeth screamed, refusing, and I repeat refusing to give them the satisfaction of a real scream. Blood soaked through my shirt almost immediately, warm and sticky, dripping down my arm and splattering onto the concrete floor like it had somewhere important to be.“Elena—” I started, then swallowed the rest of her name when breathing suddenly became work.Her scream ripped through the room. That, that hurt worse than the bullet.“No—no, no, no!” she cried, s
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