Muffled voices resonated through the hospital, blending with the noises of a wheeled bed gliding against the tiled floor. Kaitlyn, now in the emergency room, lay unconscious as nurses and doctors urgently collaborated to sustain her fragile hold on life.Amidst the controlled chaos, Dean, finally arriving at the hospital, stirred a commotion when denied entry to see his wife. Dr. Fiona Salvatore, the head doctor and Kaitlyn's friend, emerged from her office after being summoned. Shock gripped her as she witnessed Dean, his clothes stained with blood."What... happened?" she inquired, facing Dean with a wet face of tears."Fiona, please... Please save my wife... Save Kaitlyn..." Dean begged, holding onto the doctor's hand. Reacting to Kaitlyn's name, Fiona rushed into the emergency room, discovering a bloodied and battered Kaitlyn under the care of the medical staff. Suppressing her emotions, Fiona checked Kaitlyn's wrist for a faint pulse, determined to distinguish between Kaitlyn's a

"I missed you..." The words Kaitlyn could only utter, smiling with courage. She was filled with guilt and sorrow, still mourning after having a miscarriage.Kyle grimaced at the thought of Kaitlyn smiling, still thinking about him after losing her child. His hand trembled with anger and sorrow as he gazed down at Kaitlyn, who was all battered up, leaning back on her hospital bed."Kyle...? Do you... not miss me?" Her question almost choked her; she felt like losing her breath, but she did not bother to show it.He stood there still, quiet, just staring at her."How could you be so stubborn, Kaitlyn?" He started speaking, disappointedly wiping his tears, grieving for her lost child. "I told you not to leave me. I told you to run away with me. But no. You did not listen. Now look at you. You're a mess. You left me brokenhearted, and now you lost your child. How stupid can you still be?" His anger overwhelmed him."Kyle, you don't understand... I—" She immediately got cut off when he yel

I awoke to the warmth of a beautiful sunny morning, accompanied by the melodious giggles and laughter of a little girl that gently stirred my consciousness. As I opened my eyes, I found her standing by my bedside, her curly blonde hair and adorable uneven front teeth adding to her innocent charm. A delighted smile lit up her face as she cupped my cheeks."Mommy! Mommy! I saw a beautiful butterfly! I wanna follow it!" she exclaimed, joyfully bouncing on my bed.The curtains danced gently in the breeze that wafted through the open window. As I gazed at the familiar figure before me, a mix of happiness and an unexplainable urge to cry overwhelmed me."Mommy?" the little girl called out with a gentle, concerned tone, tilting her head curiously."Why are you crying?" she added, her eyes reflecting worry.It suddenly dawned on me; this was a dream, a poignant and beautiful one. What message were you trying to convey, my little one?"A... Are you my baby?" I asked, my hands trembling as I to

Eve: The Apple Of their EyesA Sequel to The CEO's Unloved Wife(DISCLAIMER: The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author has made every effort to ensure accuracy and authenticity, but disclaims any liability for errors or omissions. The views expressed in this work are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of anyone else.) ~Long ago, a woman served the household with honesty and love. She, a beautiful young lady with red hair and captivating blue eyes, won the hearts of everyone with her kindness and humor, making friends with all.While cherished by the household masters, their son harbored deeper feelings for her. Despite his expressions of interest, she rejected him, feeling she had nothing to be proud of and was just a humble servant. In truth, she viewed him as a master to serve faithfully, not as a romantic interest.However, one night, the young maste

Present DayAs soon as the boss received word that Kaitlyn had finally been transferred to Petersburg Hospital. Swiftly concluding his business, he washed his blood-stained hands, revealing a cold and merciless demeanor.Dressing in a sharp suit and tie, he confronted his reflection in the mirror. A knock on the office door signaled permission for someone to enter. A scarred-faced man stood at attention, acknowledging the authority before him."Sir, the car is ready for you," he informed.The boss, turning away from the mirror, walked out of his office, his underling trailing behind. As he stepped into the corridor, men in black suits lined up, bowing their heads in deference to the powerful figure passing through."We're off to visit her. Did you buy the flowers?" the boss inquired as they descended the stairs."Harlow got it covered, sir," came the dutiful response. The scarred-faced man followed, maintaining a respectful distance.The procession continued, the boss's presence comma