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Chapter Twenty-Three: Everything I Used to Keep
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The Billionaire’s Sacrificial Wife: Forced to Bear His Heir Chapter Thirty Six: More Humiliation
Sophia POV"Okay, Sophia." I drop my bag on the bed, pull Dr. Born's envelope from my coat, and prop it against the desk lamp where I can see it. "Three months. Let's go."I signed myself out of the hospital an hour ago over a nurse's loud objections, and I don't regret it for a second. For the first time in years, my hands are shaking because I'm eager and not because I'm afraid.First, the desk has to be cleared, and the shelves, and the corners I've been ignoring for weeks. I drag a trash bag from under the sink and start sweeping things off the bookcase, a stack of old receipts, a dead planter, a pair of matching mugs from the Regis weekend that I somehow never threw out."Why are you still here?" I mutter at the mugs, and drop them into the bag. The couple's keychain goes next, then the framed photograph, then Julian's gray hoodie still hanging on the chair.I'm reaching for the hoodie when three flat, heavy knocks hit the door, and I know exactly whose knuckles they are."Sophia
The Billionaire’s Sacrificial Wife: Forced to Bear His Heir Chapter Thirty Five: The Door He Opened
Sophia POV"Dr. Born will see you now, Dr. Hart." The nurse is already steadying the wheelchair beside my bed. "He asked for the exam room. He said you'd understand.""I'm sure I will." I swing my legs over the side, and my knees wobble so badly I have to grip the rail. "I can walk.""You can barely stand, ma'am." She slides the chair under me before I can argue, and I sink into it, hating how relieved I am.The corridor is quiet, and nobody in a dark suit is waiting outside my door. I don't ask where Ethan went, and I keep my eyes off the empty chair as we pass it.The exam room smells like antiseptic and old coffee. A tall, silver-haired man stands at the window with his back to me, his gray coat draped over a chair like he never planned to stay long."Close the door, please." He doesn't turn around. "And give us the room."The nurse obeys so fast the latch clicks before I can take a breath. Then he turns, and my whole chest tightens at once."Hello, Sophie." Dr. Born's eyes crinkle
The Billionaire’s Sacrificial Wife: Forced to Bear His Heir Chapter Thirty Four: Three Days in the Dark
Sophia POV"That's the third notice we've had to issue, Mr. Vale." A doctor's voice drifts down to me from somewhere far above, low and careful. "Her core temperature dropped too far, and her organs are failing one by one. You need to prepare yourself."I try to move my hand, and nothing happens. I try to open my eyes, and the dark only gets heavier, so I lie there hearing every word with no way to answer."Prepare myself?" Ethan's voice is a growl I barely recognize, and a chair scrapes hard across the floor. "You will not say that to me again.""We're doing everything we can, sir." The doctor hesitates. "But I have to be honest with you. She may not last the night.""Then get me someone who can do more." He says it as though the words are being dragged out of him. "Dr. Charles Born. Call him and tell him Ethan Vale is asking."A woman laughs, short and disbelieving. "Charles Born? Sir, he wrote the hypothermia protocol we're using right now. He's turned down presidents, he hasn't le
The Billionaire’s Sacrificial Wife: Forced to Bear His Heir Chapter Thirty Three: Pink Sprinkles — A Terrible Way to Go
Sophia POVI know Lily only wants me out of that room, and I drive to Miller's anyway, through a blizzard that has already swallowed half the county. Saying no has never once made anything easier for me.****The shop bell jingles behind me, and I stamp the snow off my boots, my fingers so stiff I can barely open my wallet."Honey, they closed the highway an hour ago." The woman behind the counter stares at me, flour on her forearms, like she can't believe I'm real. "What on earth are you doing out in this?""I need a dozen with pink sprinkles." I force a smile that makes my cheeks ache. "Not the white ones. The pink ones.""I'm guessing it's for your child." She is already pulling a box off the shelf, her voice gone soft and motherly."My niece." I shake my head, a little embarrassed. "She's five, and she's sick."She stops with the lid half folded and looks at me for a long second. "Then she's a lucky girl to have an aunt who'd drive through this. Stay here till the plows come thr
The Billionaire’s Sacrificial Wife: Forced to Bear His Heir Chapter Thirty-Two: The Man in the Watch
Ethan POVEarlier this morning, I’ve been parked outside her building for almost twenty minutes, the watch still sitting in the cupholder where I threw it last night, and I still haven’t worked out what I’m going to say to her.I didn't sleep. I spent most of the night replaying Priya’s voice in the parking lot—three hours, sir, she waited three hours—until the words wore a groove into my skull I couldn’t climb out of. I went there to apologize. I actually convinced myself long before that morning that I owed her that much, whatever this marriage is supposed to be.Then the building door opens, and it’s not her walking out alone.It’s him. Julian. I recognize the face, the ex who couldn’t keep his hands off her that night at St. Augustus hospital’s garage, and he’s close enough behind her that there’s no mistaking what this looks like from where I’m sitting.“Sophia, wait.” I can’t hear him enough, through the glass, but I don’t need to. They must have spent the night together. There
The Billionaire’s Sacrificial Wife: Forced to Bear His Heir Chapter Thirty One: Just a Contract
Sophia POV"She doesn't deserve it." Ethan's words are still hanging in the air when Emily pushes further, her voice soft and careful in that way she always uses when she's digging for something."You still haven't told me what happened between you two." A pause, the creak of a chair, Emily settling in like she's got all afternoon for this. "You've been like this since her birthday.""There's nothing to tell." Something cold slides into his voice, flat and final. "She's my wife on paper, Emily. That's all this has ever been.""Ethan…""I married her for one reason, and it's lying in that bed right now." His voice doesn't rise, doesn't need to, each word landing like it's been sharpened first. "Everything else, whatever she thinks this is, is on her. It's a contract. Nothing more."I stand frozen just outside the door, my hand pressed flat against the wall, every word driving deeper than the last. A contract. That's all I am to him, after everything, after the basement, after the way h
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