Dear readers, if you read the previous chapter and notice that the chapter is duplicated, I apologize, it was a technical error when loading the chapter, but I have already submitted it for review. Thank you.
Ella’s Point of ViewThe ER doors parted with a sharp hiss, unleashing a wave of chaos—beeping monitors, clipped voices, the acrid bite of antiseptic stinging my nose. My heart thudded against my ribs, each step through the maze of gurneys and bustling nurses fueled by a mix of duty and dread. Celeste Hayes—Garrett’s daughter, Cliff’s granddaughter, Shawn’s cousin—her name alone was a spark in my chest, igniting questions I couldn’t answer. Why was she here, asking for me? The hospital’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows, but I pushed the unease down, my scrubs whispering with each determined stride. I was a doctor first, and no matter how viciously the Hayes family schemed against Shawn, a patient deserved my care. Yet the weight of their betrayal—Cliff and Garrett’s relentless pursuit of Shawn’s company—clung to me, a shadow I couldn’t shake as I approached the curtained bay where Celeste waited.She sat on the exam table, her arm encased in a fresh white c
Ella’s Point of ViewThe hospital was my haven, a world of sterile air and steady purpose where I could lose myself in the rhythm of saving lives. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a stark glow over the operating room, the monitors’ rhythmic beeps a heartbeat I could trust. I moved with precision, my gloved hands steady as I closed an incision, the patient’s chest rising and falling, a fragile victory against the fragility of life. Dr. Biscop, my mentor from five years ago, had welcomed me back with open arms, his gray eyes warm with understanding as he’d listened to the jagged pieces of my past—Marcus’s betrayal, my years on the run with Lily, the weight of starting over. “You’re still one of the best, Ella,” he’d said, his voice steady, his hand on my shoulder. “This team needs you.” His words had anchored me, knitting me back into the fabric of the hospital, where I could be a surgeon again, not just a mother or a lover caught in a storm of schemes.I moved from on
Ella’s Point of ViewThe guest suite felt smaller after Emerson’s words, the air heavy with the echo of his plea to run, to abandon the life I’d fought so hard to build. I closed the door behind him, my hands trembling, my heart a tangled knot of resolve and hurt. The sunlight streaming through the curtains did little to warm the chill in my chest, the memory of his doubt—siding with Amanda, questioning Shawn—cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. I took a breath, steadying myself, and stepped back into the main room, where Shawn was shrugging on his suit jacket, his cane propped against the armchair, his tie slightly askew. The sight of him, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of his family’s betrayal, grounded me, pulling me back from the edge of my father’s fears.He glanced up, his eyes softening as they met mine, but a flicker of concern crossed his face. “What did Emerson want?” he asked, his voice low, his fingers pausing on his cufflinks, the faint clink of metal sharp i
Ella’s Point of ViewThe hospital’s fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above me, their sterile glow a stark contrast to the warmth of the Chicago skyline I glimpsed through the window, a jagged tapestry of steel and glass that was slowly becoming home. Days had passed, each one stitching me deeper into the city’s pulse. I’d thrown myself into work under Dr. Biscop, his calm, steady guidance anchoring me as I scrubbed in for surgeries, the weight of the scalpel in my hand a reminder of the life I’d clawed back from the chaos of the past. The operating room was my sanctuary—the hum of machines, the rhythmic beep of monitors, the delicate pulse of a patient’s heart beneath my fingers—where the noise of Marcus’s betrayal, Amanda’s treachery, and the Hayes family’s schemes faded, if only for a moment. I was a cardiac surgeon again, not just a mother or a lover caught in a web of power plays, and that truth steadied me, even as darker currents swirled beneath the surface.Lily was blossom
Theo’s Point of View The night was a blur of asphalt and rage, the road ahead swimming under the dim glow of streetlights as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my vision hazy from too much whiskey. The car swerved, tires screeching on a tight curve, the blare of a horn from an oncoming truck snapping me back just enough to jerk the wheel, narrowly avoiding a collision. My heart pounded, a wild drumbeat in my chest, but it wasn’t the near-crash that had me shaking—it was Marcus, Vanessa, their smug laughter, their hands all over each other, and the sickening echo of Amanda’s voice calling me useless, mediocre. My mind churned, a storm of betrayal and paranoia, Marcus’s taunts about Amanda’s bedroom habits clawing at me, planting seeds I couldn’t uproot. Had she gone behind my back in more ways than one? The thought was a knife, twisting deeper with every mile, the engine’s roar matching the scream building in my throat. I pulled into the driveway, the car lurching
Theo’s Point of ViewThe air in the bar turned thick, suffocating, as Vanessa Monroe slid onto Marcus’s lap, her blond hair catching the neon glow like a taunt. Their lips met in a sloppy, shameless kiss, her hands roaming his chest, his fingers digging into her hips with a familiarity that made my stomach lurch. The jukebox’s gritty rock riff pulsed in the background, mingling with the clink of glasses and the low hum of strangers’ laughter, but all I could hear was the echo of my own disgust, a sickening déjà vu pulling me back five years. Back then, I’d covered for Marcus, swallowing my unease as he snuck around with Vanessa behind Ella’s back, lying to her face while I played the loyal friend, the silent accomplice. Now, here they were, flaunting it like nothing had changed, like the wreckage of their affair hadn’t torn lives apart. I gripped my whiskey glass, the ice clinking against the sides, my knuckles white as I fought the urge to hurl it across the room.Rowon shifted in