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Chapter 32
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By the second day, Alena's fever had spiked again despite the fluids and monitoring, her small body seeming to fight the last of the toxins with a violence that terrified me more than the initial diagnosis had. I'd barely slept, the hospital chair having become something closer to a second body than a place of rest, my whole existence narrowed down to the steady, anxious rhythm of the monitors beside her bed. I stood at the edge of her bed, watching the doctors move around her with careful, practiced efficiency, and felt something in my chest crack open at the particular smallness of her, barely a year old, her tiny frame lost in a hospital gown clearly sized for a child years older, an IV line taped carefully to the back of one impossibly small hand. "Her levels aren't dropping as quickly as we'd hoped," the doctor said, reviewing her latest bloodwork with a furrowed brow that did nothing to ease the dread already sitting heavy in my stomach. "I want to discuss an exchange transfu
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I watched her from the doorway of our bedroom that evening, curled on the edge of the bed with her laptop still open beside her despite the late hour, dark circles shadowing eyes that had carried too little sleep for too many consecutive days now. She didn't notice me watching. I let her have that moment of privacy a while longer, studying the particular exhaustion carved into features I'd come to know so completely — the way stress settled first in the set of her jaw, then in the careful, deliberate slowness of her movements, as though conserving energy she didn't have enough of to spend carelessly. Her free hand rested against her stomach, an unconscious gesture she'd developed weeks ago, protective even in exhaustion. I felt something ache deep in my own chest, watching her. I'd spent months learning exactly how to be steady for her through crisis after crisis — Lara, the trial, Julian, Alena's illness. I understood, intellectually, that difficulty simply seemed to be a pattern
The Billionaire’s Wife Revenge Plot Chapter 99
Alexander had appointed himself chief overseer of my wellbeing the moment the pregnancy was confirmed, and within a week I understood exactly what it might feel like to be gently, lovingly smothered. "You don't need to carry that," he said one evening, appearing beside me in the kitchen the moment I reached for a stack of dinner plates, taking them from my hands before I could properly protest. "Alexander, it's four plates. I'm pregnant, not fragile." "I know." He set the plates down with the particular careful attentiveness he brought to nearly everything these days. "I just want to help." "You want to wrap me in bubble wrap and set me on a shelf until this baby arrives." "That's an excellent suggestion," he said, entirely unbothered by my teasing, "though I imagine the shelf portion would prove logistically challenging." I laughed despite myself, though the particular exasperated affection in it did little to disguise how genuinely touched I was by his constant, carefu
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Lily came home earlier than usual that evening, something I'd noticed happening more frequently over these past few weeks as the pregnancy advanced and her body demanded rest in ways her stubborn determination usually resisted. I'd been quietly grateful for it, even as I worried about what it meant that she needed the extra hours simply to function properly through each day. I found her already upstairs when I arrived home myself, kneeling beside the bathtub while Alena splashed enthusiastically in the warm water, her small giggles echoing through the bathroom with the particular unguarded delight only bath time seemed to properly inspire. "Dada!" Alena announced, spotting me in the doorway, one small wet hand slapping the water's surface with enthusiastic force that sent droplets scattering across Lily's already damp shirt. "Hey, sweetheart." I crouched down beside them both, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Lily's head. "How was your day?" "Tiring," she admitted, though
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Lily came home earlier than usual that evening, something I'd noticed happening more frequently over these past few weeks as the pregnancy advanced and her body demanded rest in ways her stubborn determination usually resisted. I'd been quietly grateful for it, even as I worried about what it meant that she needed the extra hours simply to function properly through each day. I found her already upstairs when I arrived home myself, kneeling beside the bathtub while Alena splashed enthusiastically in the warm water, her small giggles echoing through the bathroom with the particular unguarded delight only bath time seemed to properly inspire. "Dada!" Alena announced, spotting me in the doorway, one small wet hand slapping the water's surface with enthusiastic force that sent droplets scattering across Lily's already damp shirt. "Hey, sweetheart." I crouched down beside them both, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Lily's head. "How was your day?" "Tiring," she admitted, though her s
The Billionaire’s Wife Revenge Plot Chapter 96
I watched her from the doorway of our bedroom that evening, curled on the edge of the bed with her laptop still open beside her despite the late hour, dark circles shadowing eyes that had carried too little sleep for too many consecutive days now.She didn't notice me watching. I let her have that moment of privacy a while longer, studying the particular exhaustion carved into features I'd come to know so completely — the way stress settled first in the set of her jaw, then in the careful, deliberate slowness of her movements, as though conserving energy she didn't have enough of to spend carelessly. Her free hand rested against her stomach, an unconscious gesture she'd developed weeks ago, protective even in exhaustion.I felt something ache deep in my own chest, watching her.I'd spent months learning exactly how to be steady for her through crisis after crisis — Lara, the trial, Julian, Alena's illness. I understood, intellectually, that difficulty simply seemed to be a pattern wov
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