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8. The Name They Buried
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2026-10-10 23:50:31
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THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE 10. Brother Two
Josh came for me two days later.He did not knock either. He just walked into the room with a black medical bag and set it on the desk. He was wearing a white coat over a grey suit. His glasses were pushed up on his nose. He looked at me the way he had looked at me in the hospital. Clinical. Detached. Like I was a problem to be solved."Sit down," he said. "I need to run more tests."I sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled out a blood pressure cuff and wrapped it around my arm. He checked my pulse. He looked at my eyes. He listened to my heart. He did all of it without speaking. Without smiling. Without asking how I felt."You are healing well," he said. "The surgery was successful. The internal bleeding has stopped. The fractures are setting. You will make a full physical recovery.""Physical?"He paused. He looked at me for the first time."The toxin is still in your system," he said. "It has been there for years. It has damaged your organs. It has weakened your immune system. It wi
THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE 9. Brother One
Emmanuel came for me the next morning.He did not knock. He just opened the door and stood in the doorway. He was wearing a black suit. No tie. Sleeves rolled. He looked like he had already been awake for hours."Get dressed," he said. "You are coming with me.""Where?""To work."I did not argue. I got dressed in the clothes that were in the closet. Black trousers. A white shirt. A grey coat. They fit perfectly. I did not ask how he knew my size. I did not want to know.The car was waiting. The driver did not speak. Emmanuel did not speak. We drove into the city and stopped in front of a building I had seen a thousand times but never entered. The Sterling Tower. Fifty floors of black glass and steel. The kind of building that made the rest of the city look small.We walked through the lobby. Marble floors. High ceilings. Silent elevators. Every person we passed stopped and nodded. Not at me. At him. At Emmanuel Sterling. The man who owned the building. The man who owned the bank. The
THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE 8. The Name They Buried
They moved me out of the hospital on the fourth day.Not through the front door. Through a service entrance. Josh pushed the wheelchair. Emmanuel walked ahead, scanning every corner, every shadow. Hector followed behind, carrying a small bag that held everything I owned in the world. A photograph. A diagnosis paper. My mother's jewelry. Nothing else.No one spoke. Not in the hallway. Not in the elevator. Not in the parking garage. The black car was waiting. The windows were tinted. The engine was already running.I did not ask where we were going. I did not need to know. For the first time in eight years, I was not the one making the decisions. I was the one being carried. It felt strange. It felt almost like being a child again. Except I had never been a child. Not really. Not since I was three years old and someone took me from a train station and handed me to strangers.The car pulled into a private estate forty minutes outside the city. The gates opened before we reached them. The
THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE 7. Sterling
Three days later, the DNA results came back.I was sitting up in bed. I could move my arms now. I could stand if I was careful. Josh had been monitoring me every day. He did not say much. He just checked my vitals, ran his tests, and left. But he was always there. Every morning. Every night. Like he was afraid I would disappear if he stopped watching.Emmanuel was in the chair beside my bed. He had barely left the hospital. He had a company to run. A life. A family. But he stayed. He slept in that chair. He ate in that room. He answered his phone in whispers so he would not wake me.The doctor walked in with the envelope. Not Josh. A different doctor. Josh was standing behind him.The doctor handed the envelope to Emmanuel. Emmanuel opened it. He read it. Then he looked at me."You are a Sterling," he said. "There is no doubt."I let out a breath I did not know I had been holding.I had known. Somewhere inside me, I had known since the moment I saw the cherry blossom on his wrist. But
THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE 6. Wake
Zara. The first thing I heard was a beeping sound. Steady. Rhythmic. Like a heartbeat that was not mine.The second thing I heard was a voice. Low. Calm. A man's voice. He was saying something I could not understand. Something about blood pressure. Something about surgery. Something about seven minutes.Seven minutes. That number stuck in my head. I did not know why. I did not know what it meant.I opened my eyes.The room was white. Everything was white. The walls. The ceiling. The sheets. The light. It was so bright it hurt. I blinked. I blinked again. I tried to move my hand. It felt heavy. Like it was made of stone."You are awake."The voice was close. I turned my head. It hurt. Everything hurt. But I turned my head anyway.A man was sitting beside my bed.He was tall. Even sitting down, I could tell he was tall. He had dark hair, cut short. Grey eyes. A sharp jaw. He was wearing a black suit with no tie. His sleeves were rolled up. On his left arm, just above the wrist, there w
THE DYING WIFE'S REVENGE 5. Nathan's Delusions
Nathan's Pov. Nathan sat in his study and poured himself another glass of whiskey.It was almost three in the morning. He had not gone to bed. He never went to bed when he was angry. He just sat in his chair and drank and told himself he was right.Zara was being dramatic. She was always dramatic. That was the problem. She felt everything too much. She cried too easily. She took everything personally. He had told her a hundred times to grow a thicker skin. She never listened.Six months to live. He took another drink. That was just like her. Just like her to drop something like that on him in the middle of the night and expect him to drop everything and hold her hand. He had a company to run. He had a mother who was already planning the surrogate contract. He had Chloe to think about.He was not a monster. He was a realist.He stared at the wall and replayed the argument. She had looked at him with those big eyes, the same eyes she had when they first met. The same eyes she had when
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