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Chapter 33: The unmasking and the reckoning
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Winning Her Back Chapter 38: Crash!
My bedroom door shut behind me with a soft, final click. The room wrapped itself around me in comforting shadows, the calming scent of lavender linen spray, and a profound, enveloping silence after the hospital's pitiless auditory onslaught. It was like being swathed in a cocoon. Sanctuary needed to be fortified. First, elimination of hospital aura. I filled a bath, water scaldingly hot, to the top of the big tub so that steam fogged the mirrors. I slipped into the scarcely scaling water with a groan that was almost a sob, the warmth extracting the bone-deep cold, the steam clearing my congested sinuses. I bathed my skin methodically, watching the suds roll down the drain, trying to wash away not just the antiseptic smell but the tacky residue of fear and helplessness. It was persistent, clinging like a second skin beneath.Wrapped in the warm, fluffy robe, my damp hair a chill weight on the back of my neck, exhaustion was a palpable pull, urging me towards the bed. I could barely ma
Winning Her Back Chapter 37: Sanctuary shattered
The antiseptic smell still lingered on my clothing, a haunting echo of the fluorescent-lit limbo that had been my world for days. The soft, steady beep… beep… beep of the cardiac monitor felt seared into my brain, a metronome for worry. Time grew meaningless within the pale green walls, marked only by the slow expansion and contraction of Mom's lungs and the steady stream of doctor updates.And then, the decision: discharge. It hit me like a punch, but one that opened a dam. Relief, profound and convulsive, surged through me so forcefully my knees buckled. I had to grab the arm of the sturdy hospital chair. Mom, propped up on pillows, was still pale, her smile faint, but it was her smile. Dad stood beside her, his hand a boulder on her shoulder, his own exhaustion etched deep but overlaid by a fierce, protective love. They were my beacon in the tempest, worn but standing. "Sweetheart," Mom's voice was papery, thin, but filled with that same familiar, stubborn strength that would take
Winning Her Back Chapter 36: Ruptured
"Mrs. Blackwell, I’m calling from Metropolitan General Hospital. Your mother was admitted by ambulance. She listed your name as her emergency contact. She requires surgery immediately."The world spun wildly around me. "Surgery?" A wailing sound tore from my mouth. Horror, cold and damp, seeped into me. Mom. My stability. Panic clamped my arms and legs. I was out of bed before the line went through, forcing myself up from the silk sheets. My numbed fingers were stumbling, my brain freezing with terror as I yanked on dark jeans and a soft sweater. Worst-case scenarios and incomplete prayers battled in my head. I had to go now. Yanking my purse, I tore out of the bedroom, my socked feet making no noise on the shining floors.I rounded into the large living room, a tornado of fear, and collided headfirst with an immovable wall of heat and expensive linen. Ethan.His arms came out in front of him, encircling my upper arms, pinning me in place. The contact was a jolt, freezing me rigid for
Winning Her Back Chapter 35: Cornered and shattered
The mansion felt less like a gilded cage and more like a vast, echoing tomb. Four days. Four days of meticulously navigating through the halls to avoid interacting with him. Four days of meals taken silently in the kitchen at odd hours, of burying myself in the library until the shelves blurred, of locking my bedroom door with a click that felt both defiant and pathetic. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant murmur from the staff, sent my heart into a frantic gallop. The weight of his presence, his anger, his betrayal, pressed down on me, a constant, suffocating fog.He’d been ominously quiet too. No demands, no confrontations. Just a simmering silence that felt more dangerous than any shout. It coiled in the air, thick and expectant, like the charged stillness before a lightning strike. I should have known it wouldn’t last.I was in my room, the late afternoon sun painting long, accusing shadows across the floor, trying and failing to focus on a book. The words swam meaningle
Winning Her Back Chapter 34: Embers and ashes
Chapter 34: Embers and AshesOur mouths were inches apart when he leaned back. His turbulent, dark eyes held mine enthralled. "I stood up for you today. Are you pleased with that?"The single word was a spark flung onto dry tinder. I let out a dry, humorless laugh as all the fury I struggled to restrain splattered out. "Pleased?" I echoed, my voice cold and cracked. "Stepping into our house with your ex, huh? Yelling at her not to call me names after calling me a slut and gold-digger yourself?"The words I recalled, thrown like knives, struck me again. Scalding tears burned hot and insistent behind my eyes, but I did not shed them. My voice trembled, not with fear, but with a huge, growing fury. "Why, Ethan? Why did you bring her here? To punish me? To prove some twisted point?" I gasped a rough breath, the suspicion that had haunted me twisting like a knife. "Or," my voice dropped to a killing whisper, trembling with the awful possibility, "was she right? Did you want me to be jealo
Winning Her Back Chapter 33: The unmasking and the reckoning
The cold smooth wood of Ethan's study door seared against the flush on my cheek. My heart wasn't merely pounding; it was like a frantic bird slamming against my ribcage, wings battering against bone. Each muffled syllable within was a shard of glass scraped against my nerves.Ethan's tone was low and threatening so I could only catch pieces of the conversation: “…..played me, manipulated every damn step."A crisp, feminine voice which could only be Claire's replied”….wanted us….only ever wanted us together, Ethan!"A choked, despairing cry “….you loved me! Remember Venice? Remember how it felt?"Venice. It was a physical blow. My breath caught, shallow and useless. My hands, palms pressed against the wall beside the doorway, were wet with sweat.The battle within raged harder. The furniture groaned. A splintering crash, glass shattering? Claire's voice rose, high, bereft of its usual honeyed inflection, revealing the poison beneath.“….I’m not the villain here!" she shrieked, the soun
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