DmitriAs I stood in the hospital corridor, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anger, I couldn't shake the overwhelming urge to lash out at whoever had caused Isabel's injuries. The mere thought of her lying in that hospital bed, battered and bruised, filled me with a seething rage that threatened to consume me.My first instinct was to track down the driver of the van that had caused the accident, to unleash my fury upon them without mercy. I imagined myself confronting them, my fists flying as I sought retribution for the harm they had inflicted upon Isabel. However, even as the violent fantasies played out in my mind, a small voice whispered a sobering truth: my anger was born out of a fierce desire to protect Isabel at all costs.She lay there, her face pale and drawn, her eyes clouded with confusion. The sight of her injuries sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of her vulnerability in a world filled with danger and uncertainty. I wanted nothing more than to w

NickI paced the sterile hallway of the hospital, my mind raced with worry and uncertainty. Isabel, my soon-to-be ex-wife, lay in a hospital bed behind closed doors, her life hanging in the balance after a devastating accident. Despite the tumultuous state of our marriage, I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of responsibility that weighed heavily upon my shoulders.I stood outside her room, my heart pounding in my chest as I awaited news from the attending doctor. When he finally emerged, his expression grave and solemn, I braced myself for the worst."Mr. Sokolov," he began, his voice tinged with a note of sympathy. "I'm afraid the situation is quite serious. Isabel suffered a significant head trauma during the accident. There's a large contusion on her brain, and we're monitoring her closely for any signs of deterioration."My breath caught in my throat at his words, a surge of fear coursing through my veins. "Is she going to be okay?" I demanded, my voice raw with emotion.The docto

NickThe days stretched on, each one feeling heavier than the last as I grappled with the weight of my decisions. Isabel's presence in our home served as a constant reminder of the choices I had made and the consequences they bore. Despite her physical recovery, the tension between us hung thick in the air, a silent testament to the fractures in our relationship.As I moved through the motions of daily life, a sense of emptiness gnawed at me from within. The absence of Jane's laughter and warmth left a gaping hole in my heart, one that seemed impossible to fill. Guilt and regret gnawed at my conscience, tormenting me with what-ifs and maybes.But amidst the turmoil, a flicker of determination ignited within me. I refused to wallow in self-pity or succumb to despair. Instead, I resolved to focus on the future, to channel my energy into building a better life for myself and my family.With each passing day, I threw myself into my work, seeking solace in the familiar routine of the offic

NickThe rage coursing through my veins felt like fire, burning hot and unrelenting as I stood face-to-face with Dmitri in my office. His presence alone grated on my nerves, his Alpha traits radiating off him like a suffocating aura."What the hell were you thinking, Dmitri?" I seethed, my voice laced with fury as I glared at him. "How could you let those damn paparazzi pictures get out? I pay you to handle these things, to keep us out of the spotlight!"Dmitri's expression remained impassive, his steely gaze meeting mine without a hint of remorse. "I did everything in my power to contain the situation, Nick," he replied coolly. "But you know as well as I do that once those vultures get a scent of blood, there's no stopping them."His words only served to stoke the flames of my anger, frustration bubbling up inside me like a raging tempest. "I don't give a damn about excuses, Dmitri," I spat, my voice laced with venom. "You had one job – to protect Jane – and you failed miserably. How

NickThe days blurred together as I tried my best to be affectionate and supportive towards Isabel, my mind clouded with conflicting emotions. Every touch, every kiss, every hug we shared seemed to summon images of Jane to the forefront of my mind. It was a battle I fought daily, trying to suppress those memories and focus on the present, on my duty as a husband to Isabel and a father to our unborn child.Isabel, for her part, seemed content with my attempts at closeness, though she never asked for more than I was willing to give. It was a relief in some ways, her lack of demands, but it also left me feeling hollow, as if our connection was fading with each passing day. And yet, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt at the thought of abandoning her, of leaving her to face this pregnancy alone.Despite my efforts to be a supportive husband, I couldn't shake the feeling that our bond was weakening, that the pain in my heart was slowly dissipating. It was a bittersweet realisation, o