บททั้งหมดของ The CEO's Unloved Wife: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Days rolled on, and Kaitlyn felt trapped in her self-imposed isolation. The quiet in the house mirrored the conflict inside her. She wanted comfort but was held back by shame when it came to talking to Fiona, who had always been there for her. The mistakes she'd made in the past cast a dark cloud over the present.In the midst of her solitude, Kaitlyn decided to face her struggles alone, delving into her emotions on her own terms. It wasn't about dodging responsibility but an honest attempt to shield her loved ones from her internal storm.Something within Kaitlyn urged her to accept her fate, not just for her sake but for the child growing within her. Despite feeling a lack of strength, she was determined to find a source of resilience.Choosing to gather herself, she opted for a stroll around the house's garden. The fragrance of flowers and the tranquil scent carried by the wind worked as a balm for her troubled heart. In the midst of uncertainty, nature provided a temporary refuge,

"Kaitlyn, dear. You almost gave me a heart attack. Please don't do that again," Maria warned, her voice tinged with genuine concern, as she dried Kaitlyn's feet. The warmth of the towel contrasting with the residual chill of the water.Dean, busy drying Kaitlyn's hair, remained quiet, his silence echoing the weight of the recent scare. Kaitlyn, realizing the impact of her actions, bowed her head, her guilt palpable. She hadn't intended for them to think she was contemplating something as serious as drowning.In the end, she apologized softly, her words hanging in the air with a mix of regret and vulnerability. "I'm really sorry..." she sighed, nervously playing with her hands, the room filled with a sense of tension."You can go, Maria. I'll handle the rest," Dean ordered in a serious tone, creating an atmosphere of subdued tension that made Kaitlyn uneasy. Maria nodded, understanding the shift in dynamics, and exited the room.Dean sighed as he sat beside her, unexpectedly placing hi

As the soft hum of the hospital continued around him, Kyle found a quiet corner to set up his makeshift workspace. The gentle glow from his laptop illuminated the room as he delved into his work, the rhythmic tap of keys echoing in the stillness.His little sister, Aya, lay peacefully asleep, her earlier conversation lingering in the air. Kyle, determined to balance his responsibilities, focused on the task at hand - preparing for the upcoming exhibit at the gallery sponsored by a big company.His publisher had emphasized the importance of showcasing his talent in the context of the company's product release. They were in search of the perfect photographer, and Kyle aimed to seize this opportunity. Amidst the challenges surrounding Aya's health, he saw a chance to bring a touch of normalcy, success, and a source of strength.As he worked on selecting and editing his best photographs, each image became a testament to the resilience he found within himself. As Kyle sifted through his p

A faint sound of beeping monitors awakens Dean. Slowly, he opens his eyes, only to be met by the harsh brightness of the hospital room. As awareness settles in, he takes in his surroundings and realizes that he's confined to a hospital bed.His gaze shifts to his bandaged arm, evidence of the recent self-inflicted wound. With a cautious movement, he leans back on the pillow, still grappling with lingering dizziness.Turning his head to the right, Dean's eyes lock onto Kaitlyn, lying unconscious in another hospital bed. Concern etches his features, prompting him to attempt to rise, yet a groan of pain halts his movement.The room's door swings open, revealing Maria entering with a tray of fruits and flowers. The contrast between the sterile hospital setting and the vibrant colors of the offering creates a surreal atmosphere in the room.Maria, wearing a mixture of relief and concern, approaches Dean. "You scared us, Mr. Castellan. How are you feeling?"Dean, his thoughts momentarily sh

Having regained composure, Kaitlyn chooses to return to the hospital room for some rest. Upon entering, Dean hurriedly approaches her, desperation evident in his demeanor.He gently cups her cheeks, observing her puffy eyes and red nose. "What happened? Were you crying?" he inquires with deep concern etched on his face.Her response was a gentle push, his attempt at comfort dismissed."I want to sleep," she stated, avoiding eye contact. Though hurt, he accepted the rejection, attributing it to the unpredictability of her pregnancy hormones."Where have you been, though? Who were you with?" he managed to ask, keeping his composure, reluctant to entertain thoughts of Kaitlyn being with someone else."Can you please stop with those questions? It's not like I have the freedom to just go with anyone, knowing you'd-- ugh... Just stop asking questions. Please," she sighed in surrender, carefully climbing onto her bed.Dean stares at her, clenching his teeth. It seems like Kaitlyn is slipping