All Chapters of After Divorcing My Ex-husband, I Returned And Shined: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Audrey pov The rhythmic clunking of the MRI machine had finally stopped, and Dr. Myers helped me out, guiding me back to sit on the examination bed. My legs felt stiff, but I managed to keep my expression neutral. I’d gotten too good at hiding discomfort over the years. The scan was done. That was the first step. Dr. Myers studied the images on his monitor, his face unreadable. My fingers curled around the edge of the bed, heart pounding slightly. I had been told before that there was no solution. What if that hadn’t changed? The doubt crept back into me. I had learned that he was the best. Why doubt then? He turned to me. “The results are clear. Surgery is the next step—and the sooner, the better.” A strange mix of relief and fear settled in my chest. Relief that something could be done. Fear because I had never allowed myself to hope for this. Before I could respond, the door opened, and Mr. Garcia walked in. The moment I saw him, I knew something was wrong. His u

AUDREY POV. When I got home, I headed straight to the new room I’d been given. It was bigger than I expected. Spacious. Modern. Luxurious, but not in an overwhelming way. It was definitely closer to the surgery quarters, just like Mr. Garcia had said. A long hallway connected this side of the estate to the medical wing, making it clear that this space had been designed for convenience. I sat on the edge of the plush bed, letting my fingers sink into the silk duvet. The entire estate had been impressive from the start, but now that I was actually staying in a different part of it, I couldn't help but wonder—just how rich was Mr. Garcia? A personal hospital? A private swimming pool? A gym that was probably better equipped than most professional ones? A literal movie theater inside the house? I hadn’t even seen everything yet, and I was already convinced his wealth was on another level. And yet, despite all of this, there was something strange about the estate. Something… m

AUDREY POV Pain. It came in waves, sharp and pulsing, radiating from my leg like a cruel reminder of my own recklessness. I should have known better. Should have stopped when I first felt the strain. But I hadn’t. Now, standing with Mr. Garcia’s hand still gripping mine, the pain wasn’t the only thing I felt. There was something else. Something heavier. Something I didn’t want to name. His face had been cold, sharp as a blade when he stormed into the ballroom. His voice—deep, commanding—had cut through the space like a whip. But beneath the anger, beneath the frustration, I had caught something else. Something like… worry. Why? Why had he looked at me like that? Why had he sounded like that? I tried to brush it off as simple annoyance—of course, he’d be mad. I was Amelia’s nanny, not her dance instructor. I was supposed to be recovering, not pushing my limits. I had no right to be reckless, especially under his roof. And yet… His anger had felt too raw. Too

AUDREY’S POV The cold seeped into my skin as they wheeled me down the hallway, the thin hospital gown doing nothing to stop the chill. The overhead lights were too bright, glaring down at me like watchful eyes. My vision blurred at the edges, my body heavy, weighed down by something I couldn’t quite place—fear, exhaustion… maybe both. Footsteps echoed beside me. Slow. Measured. Even without turning my head, I knew it was Michell. I tried to focus on him, to ground myself, but I couldn’t. My mouth parted, an attempt to say something—anything—but my tongue felt thick, the anesthesia already creeping in, dragging me under. The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me was Michell watching me, those sharp, unreadable eyes locked onto mine. MICHELL’S POV The tension in my chest didn’t ease. Not even a little. I stood by the operating room doors, watching as the nurses prepared Audrey. She looked… small. Fragile in a way I had never seen before. Her face was pale,

AUDREY POV Pain. That was the first thing I felt, again that day after briefly waking up. Deep, heavy, like someone had poured molten lead into my bones. It clung to my leg, wrapped around my spine, spread into my ribs like fire licking up dry wood. I wanted to move, to shift even a little, but the second I tried, the pain sharpened, cutting through the fog in my head. My breath hitched. The effort alone made my body scream. The steady beep of a machine filled the silence. A sound I didn’t recognize at first. My mind felt sluggish, thick with something I couldn’t name. My eyelids fluttered, too heavy to lift, but I fought through it. I tried to swallow. My throat was raw, dry like sandpaper. I opened my mouth, but no words came out—just a weak rasp. Then, a shadow moved beside me. I blinked slowly, forcing my eyes to focus. The world was a blur, edges too bright, colors bleeding into each other. But as my vision cleared, I saw him. Mr. Garcia. He sat beside my bed, a