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Chapter 116: The Long Way Home
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The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 136: A Coldness Deeper Than Cold Itself
[Alice’s POV]Success was a drug, potent and immediate.For the next forty-eight hours, the bunker became a blur of adrenaline, espresso, and sheer, desperate willpower. We fell into a rhythm, a dangerous dance of chemistry and survival. Endall and I stopped being two individuals; we became a single, synchronized organism.We didn't need to speak. He would hand me a beaker; I would pass him a reagent. We exchanged glances across the lab bench that spoke volumes — confirming stability, warning of pressure changes, celebrating the microscopic shifts in color that meant we were winning.We produced three more vials. Three lives. Three victories against death itself.By the second night, Endall’s eyes were bloodshot, the dark circles bruising his skin, but there was a feverish brightness in his gaze. He slammed a notebook onto the metal table; pages filled with frantic calculations."We can scale up! If we bypass the automated mixing stage and do it manually, we can double the yield. It r
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 135: When My World Tilted
[Alice’s POV]The silence in the room changed. It wasn't the silence of waiting anymore. It was the silence of peace. Elena and I glanced at each other, and for the first time I saw a ghost of a smile on her lips. It was as if she barely dared to hope, while still preparing herself for her child’s crisis to reassert itself.Toby opened his eyes. They were clear, focused. He looked at his mother, then he turned his head and looked at me. He managed a thin smile. His hands were relaxed; the shaking had faded away."Doctor?" he whispered. His voice was weak, but the slurring was gone.I leaned forward, my heart hammering. "I'm here, Toby." I gave his small hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement."It doesn't hurt anymore," he said, the words barely a sigh. "I feel... I’m comfortable."I felt a sob tear at my throat, but I swallowed it down. I had to be the doctor. I had to be the rock. "Yes, Toby, that’s right. You're comfortable. You can rest now."Now, Elena let out a sound that was hal
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 134: A Reason for Hope
[Alice’s POV]Toby was lying on a narrow cot in the center of the room. He looked smaller than he had in the photos, frailer, his body curled inward as if trying to protect itself from an invisible attacker.His mother, a woman named Elena, sat beside him, her hands knotted together in her lap so tightly her knuckles were white. She didn't look up when Endall and I entered. She just stared at her son, her eyes rimmed with red, praying to a god she wasn't sure was listening.The air in the room was thick, suffocating. It felt like the moments before a storm, where the pressure drops and the world holds its breath.I set the metal case on the table and popped the latches. The sound echoed like a gunshot. Inside, nestled in the foam, sat the vial of R4310. It glowed faintly in the dim light, a silent promise."Is it... is it ready?" Elena whispered, finally looking at me. Her voice was scraped raw."It's ready," I said. My voice sounded strange to my own ears — calm, detached. Profession
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 133: Dancing to Another Tune
[Adam’s POV]"You’re brooding again," Marie teased, though there was a sharp edge to her voice. "You look like you’re at a funeral, not a celebration. Look Adam, people are watching.""Let them watch," I said, the words low and rough.She frowned briefly at me before plastering a delighted smile on her face, as if I had said something witty and charming. Then she pouted prettily, a calculated expression designed to make men feel guilty. "Come on. Don't be like this. The orchestra is starting a waltz. Dance with me, my love."It wasn't a playful request. It was a command."I don't really feel like —" I started."Adam," she cut me off, her voice dropping to a whisper, her smile fixed. "My father is watching us. Don't make a scene."I looked past her, toward the edge of the ballroom where her father stood, a glass of wine in hand, his eyes cold and assessing. He owned me. He knew it. I knew it."Fine," I said, setting the untouched whiskey down on a tray with a clatter.I let her lead me
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 132: This Gilded Cage
[Adam’s POV]The ballroom was a sensory assault. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto a sea of tuxedos and evening gowns, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume, champagne, and the faint, metallic tang of greed. It was the charity gala of the year, a playground for the wealthy to pat themselves on the back for writing checks that were merely rounding errors in their bank accounts.I stood at the edge of the room, leaning against the polished mahogany of the bar. In my hand, a tumbler of Scotch sat untouched, the amber liquid swirling lazily with ice cubes that were slowly melting.I wasn't here to drink. I wasn't here to celebrate. I was here because I had no choice.Across the room, Marie was in her element. She stood in the center of a vocal circle of socialites, a vision in shimmering, silver silk. Her laughter rang out above the din of the orchestra — bright, bell-like, and utterly devoid of substance. She glowed under the flash of cameras, her smile practiced and per
The Perfect Wife Walked Away Chapter 131: Just a Gentle Touch
[Alice’s POV]I opened my eyes. The image of that sick little boy was burned into my retinas.I remembered the way his mother looked, the utter devastation in her eyes when she realized the world had given up on her son. I recalled the photo Endall had shown me — Toby in a wheelchair, his hands curled into claws, his eyes bright but shadowed by the inevitability of his fate.That photo was fuel now. It burned hotter than the fever raging inside me. It was more potent than the pain.I reached out and gripped the valve.My hand still trembled, but I didn't let it stop me. I locked my elbow, using my shoulder to stabilize my arm. I moved with agonizing slowness, fighting my own body's betrayal.Left. Just a millimeter left.The metal was cold against my skin. I turned the wheel.The hum of the machine dropped in pitch. The needle on the temperature gauge held its breath, then slowly, agonizingly, began to recede from the red zone. It drifted back to the center, settling into a safe, rhyt
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