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41 - RACE TO THE ER

Author: Cyra McKenzie
last update publish date: 2026-08-17 23:31:16

"There are no other options," he fired back gently but firmly. "We have to weigh the risk of liver strain against the immediate threat of brain damage from a febrile seizure."

I looked at my little girl lying under the bright fluorescent lights.

Her skin looked so pale, save for the unnatural red flush staining her cheeks. I was a billionaire CEO who controlled medical patents, yet I was powerless to save her. All the money in the world meant nothing if the medicine did not exist in the buildin
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  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    41 - RACE TO THE ER

    "There are no other options," he fired back gently but firmly. "We have to weigh the risk of liver strain against the immediate threat of brain damage from a febrile seizure."I looked at my little girl lying under the bright fluorescent lights.Her skin looked so pale, save for the unnatural red flush staining her cheeks. I was a billionaire CEO who controlled medical patents, yet I was powerless to save her. All the money in the world meant nothing if the medicine did not exist in the building."Do the ice baths," I finally whispered, my voice cracking. "But wait on the adult dose.""Miss Caldwell, I strongly advise against delaying—"Before the nurse could place the first ice pack on Mira's chest, the heavy double doors of the suite slammed open.A breathless senior nurse rushed into the room carrying a small, insulated silver lockbox."Wait," she gasped, practically jogging toward the bed.She popped the metal latch on the box and pulled out a small glass vial filled with clear li

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    40 - UNEXPECTED SAVIOR

    Mira stopped shivering and just went limp against my chest.Her breathing turned shallow, and her dark eyes fluttered shut. She felt so incredibly fragile in my arms, like a tiny bird caught in a brutal winter storm.I grabbed the heavy down blanket off the mattress and wrapped it tight around her small frame."We are not waiting for phone calls," I told Carson, lifting my daughter into my arms. "Get the car right now."Carson did not argue or try to reason with me. He turned around and sprinted down the hallway.I carried Mira down the main staircase as fast as I could without tripping over my own feet. Her head lolled against my shoulder, radiating a terrifying heat that seeped right through my silk blouse."Hang on, sweetie," I whispered into her damp hair. "Mommy is going to get you some help."We burst through the front door just as Carson threw the black SUV into park near the front steps.I climbed into the backseat with Mira secured in my lap. Carson hit the gas pedal before I

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    39 - VERDICT

    I waited for her to answer, and I held my breath in the freezing dark.Cheryl just stared at me with wide eyes, and her thick defenses were finally stripped away by the raw honesty of my question.I could see the faint glint of tears pooling in her dark eyes, making her look so incredibly fragile in that moment.Her lips parted softly, and she drew in a shaky breath as if she was finally ready to tell me the truth about our broken past.I leaned an inch closer because I desperately needed to hear her admit that the love we shared wasn't just a lie she manufactured.Before a single word could leave her mouth, a loud and heavy clunk echoed through the hotel walls.The massive backup generators in the basement finally kicked online and restored the grid.Blinding yellow light flooded the penthouse suite, and the overhead air vents roared back to life with a rush of warm air.Cheryl flinched violently like she had been slapped across the face.She scrambled backward on the small velvet cu

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    38 - PROXIMITY TRAP

    He held me for forty-eight hours and promised he would spend the rest of his life keeping me warm."You were so afraid of the dark back then," he murmured, his voice softening even more. "You wouldn't let go of my shirt."The memory twisted like a rusty knife in my chest, and the sudden urge to cry terrified me.I could not afford to let my walls crack right now, especially not with him.If I let myself remember the good parts of our past, the betrayal would crush me all over again.I thought about Mira, sleeping hundreds of miles away, and the stolen juice box sitting in a lab.I shoved the memories down and let a hot wave of anger take their place."That never happened," I snapped, pulling my arm away from his side."You know damn well it happened, Cheryl," Brian argued, sounding genuinely confused by my harsh reaction."It is all in your head, Brian, so just stop," I warned him, my voice rising in the quiet room."Stop what?""Stop acting like the victim of some great tragedy," I f

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    37 - SWALLOWING PRIDE

    His large hands lingered on my shoulders for a long, heavy second in the freezing dark.The heat radiating from his palms seeped right through the thick wool and warmed my skin.I wanted to shrug him off and throw the expensive coat right back at his chest, but a harsh shiver wrecked my body instead.I swallowed my stubborn pride and pulled the soft lapels tighter around my neck.Brian finally dropped his hands and took a step back into the shadows."Thank you," I muttered, the words tasting like ash in my dry mouth."Don't thank me yet because this room is going to drop below freezing in about an hour," he warned, his voice echoing off the frosted glass windows.The howling wind outside battered the penthouse, proving his point as a spray of ice hit the glass.I looked over at the massive king-sized bed sitting in the center of the dark room.The mattress was far too large to trap any real body heat unless we actually laid down and held each other under the sheets.I would rather wal

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    36 - FORCED WARMTH

    I eventually forced myself to turn off the faucet and wrapped a thick white towel around my body.I dried off and put my wrinkled travel clothes back on because my actual luggage was locked away on my grounded jet back home.I unlocked the bathroom door and stepped back out into the quiet bedroom, feeling a little more human but still incredibly on edge.Brian had taken his heavy wool coat off and tossed it over the back of a velvet armchair near the window.He loosened his silk tie and unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt, looking far too comfortable in our shared space."Your turn," I told him without making direct eye contact.He didn't say a word as he walked past me and closed the bathroom door, leaving me alone in the bedroom.I sat down on the very edge of the king-sized mattress and pulled my knees up to my chest.The howling wind outside reached a terrifying pitch and rattled the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.I looked out the glass and watched the thick ice accumulate al

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    CHAPTER 5 ~ DAUGHTER

    CHERYL'S POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, and my hands went numb. He stood two feet away from me. I had prepared myself for this exact moment for four years, yet hearing him claim my child still sent a sharp spike of fear through my veins. I forced myself to take a slow breath. I refused to

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    CHAPTER 4 ~ SHE'S BACK

    BRIAN'S POVI stood near the center of the grand ballroom while the classical music played softly in the background. Dozens of wealthy investors and corporate executives mingled around the elegant tables, but I struggled to focus on their conversations.Helen held tightly onto my left arm, and she

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    CHAPTER 3 ~ MIRA

    CHERYL'S POVThe private jet flew smoothly above the Atlantic Ocean, and I watched my four-year-old daughter negotiate with the flight attendant.Mira sat in the oversized leather seat with her tablet resting on her lap. Her dark spiral curls bounced slightly when she shook her head at the woman of

  • THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO    CHAPTER 2 ~ WON

    CHERYL'S POVThe taxi drove away from the Wilson estate, and I did not look back. I stared at the leather seat in front of me while the driver navigated through the quiet suburban streets. The silence in the car allowed my mind to drift backward, and the harsh memories of my high school years surfa

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