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The abandoned wife and her secret son Chapter 44
Aria POVDr. Daniel walked into the room quietly, the way doctors always did — like they had learned early on how to carry heavy news without letting it show in their footsteps. His expression was composed, professional, giving nothing away before he was ready to give it.“Her surgery is scheduled for eight o’clock tomorrow morning,” he said, his gaze moving to where I sat at my mother’s bedside.“Okay,” I said softly. Just that one word, because it was all I could manage.I was still holding her hand. I hadn’t let go since I arrived. My thumb moved slowly over her knuckles — back and forth, back and forth — the same absent rhythm I had kept for the past hour, as if the motion itself was doing something useful. As if it was keeping us both anchored.Am I happy or terrified? I genuinely couldn’t tell. Both feelings sat inside my chest at the same time, pressed so tightly together they had become indistinguishable from each other. Tomorrow felt enormous. Tomorrow felt like a door I coul
The abandoned wife and her secret son Chapter 43
Aria POVThe hospital smelled the way it always did — antiseptic and something faintly floral underneath, like someone had tried to soften the sterile reality of the place with an air freshener and failed. My sneakers squeaked softly against the polished linoleum as I made my way down the corridor toward Dr. Daniel’s office, my fingers wrapped tight around the strap of my bag just to have something to hold onto.I knocked twice before pushing the door open.Daniel was at his desk, pen in hand, a patient file open in front of him. He looked up immediately, set the pen down, and gestured to the chair across from him with a relaxed smile. I sat, straightening my back the way I always did when I was trying to appear calmer than I actually felt.“I had a chance to see some of your paintings,” he said, his tone unhurried, warm. “The ones hanging in the east hallway. I must say — I’m very impressed.” The design I painted to contribute to the hospital since my mom is here.Something small and
The abandoned wife and her secret son Chapter 42
Aria POV The coffee shop was the kind of place that made you feel like the rest of the world could wait. Soft acoustic music drifted from somewhere near the ceiling, low enough that you could talk over it without raising your voice. The air smelled of roasted beans and warm vanilla, and every surface — the wooden counter, the small round tables, the mismatched chairs — had that worn, comfortable look of somewhere people came to exhale. I had needed exactly this. Somewhere small and ordinary and safe.I wrapped both hands around my mug and let the warmth seep into my palms.Vanessa sat across from me, her natural hair piled high on her head, her oversized cream sweater making her look effortlessly put-together in the way she always managed without trying. She had been mid-sip when I told her, and now she was staring at me with her cup frozen halfway to the table, her eyes wide.“For real?” she asked, her voice dropping to a sharp whisper of disbelief.I nodded slowly. “I’m telling you
The abandoned wife and her secret son Chapter 41
Aria POVThe smell hit me first.Julian’s cologne — cedarwood and something darker underneath, smoky and expensive — had already claimed the air in my room, tangled now with the sharp bite of whiskey. It was a disorienting combination. Too familiar, too much.He was watching me with those green eyes, glassy and slow, fighting to hold focus.“Julian.” I kept my voice even. “I think you should go back to your room.”He blinked. Something in his expression shifted, softened in the way that only happened when his guard had been completely stripped away. “Aria,” he said, his voice rough at the edges, like it had been dragged through gravel. “I like your hair.”Before I could step back, his hand lifted. His fingers were warm as they pushed a loose strand away from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear, his touch so careful it felt almost reverent. My heart stumbled in my chest before I could stop it.I caught his hand and pulled it down. “Just stop. You’re drunk. You don’t mean any of wh
The abandoned wife and her secret son Chapter 40
Aria POVThe room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of pages.I was curled up against my headboard, legs tucked beneath me, a half-eaten packet of biscuits on the nightstand beside a cold cup of tea I kept forgetting to drink. The novel in my hands — The Space Between Heartbeats — had swallowed me whole for the better part of the evening. It was one of those stories that hurt in a beautiful way: a woman waiting for a man who didn’t know how to stay, loving him in the cracks of every ordinary moment. The kind of love that left marks. I had dog-eared nearly every other page.I turned to a passage I’d read twice already. She didn’t leave because she stopped loving him. She left because she loved herself just enough to know she deserved more than almost. I stared at the words for a long moment before closing the book and setting it face-down on the sheets.A notification lit up my screen.I swiped down without thinking, expecting something meaningless — a promotional email, a soc
The abandoned wife and her secret son Chapter 39
Julian POVThe evening light inside Selene’s apartment was soft and amber — warm in a way that felt rehearsed, like a stage set. Candles on the windowsill. A throw blanket folded perfectly on the armrest. She had called me over, said she needed to tell me something important. So I came.She sat across from me on the couch, her hands folded in her lap, eyes downcast. The room smelled faintly of lavender and something older underneath — stale air that no amount of candles could fix.“I just don’t want to bother you with it,” Selene said softly. Her voice was barely a breath, almost a whisper, like she was testing the weight of each word before releasing it. “I feel like I should carry my burden myself.”I held the medical report in my hands. Three pages. I had read every line twice. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, compounded by Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy — a condition the doctor had labeled Secondary CTE-Adjacent Syndrome, traced back to repeated psychological trauma from a violen
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