Semua Bab Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Dominic's pov:I stood by the window in the office, staring out at the city below. The streets were bustling with life, but inside my chest, everything felt still. Suzanne had left for her checkup, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.I had barely been able to focus the past couple of days—working from home had been a welcome distraction, but I knew I couldn’t stay away for much longer. But today, the thought of leaving her alone was gnawing at me. She was pregnant with our child, and everything had felt so fragile lately.She had insisted that I go back to work. The way she’d smiled, that soft, understanding smile, had made me feel torn. She didn’t want me hovering, and I respected that. But still... a part of me wanted to keep her close, to be the one taking her to every doctor’s appointment and holding her hand through everything.I picked up my phone, seeing her text from a few minutes ago. I’m fine, don’t worry. She was always so strong, always so com

Dominic’s pov:I sat beside Suzanne’s hospital bed, my fingers tangled with hers, my body heavy with exhaustion. The beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the room, steady and cruel.She hadn’t moved.Hadn’t stirred.She lay there, pale, fragile—too fragile.I had seen her angry. I had seen her fight. I had seen her push through pain and heartbreak with fire in her eyes. But I had never seen her like this. Motionless. Defenseless.And it killed me.I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my forehead against her hand.I would have given anything for her to open her eyes and scold me for hovering. To tell me I was being ridiculous. To roll her eyes when I told her I wasn’t leaving her side.But she didn’t.And I hated that I couldn’t fix this.The door creaked open behind me, but I didn’t move. I knew it was the doctor. He had been in and out since she was brought in, checking her vitals, reading charts, and giving me medical updates that I barely processed.But this time, something

Dominic’s pov:I hadn’t moved from her bedside.The sterile walls of the hospital room blurred around the edges, and the beeping machines faded into white noise.All I could see was her. Suzanne. Lying there, pale and too still, like some fragile thing that might disappear if I blinked too long.She was asleep again. Resting, finally.The doctor had said it would take a few days for her body to recover from the trauma, but at least she was stable. Awake enough to speak earlier… to ask about the baby.That moment wouldn’t stop replaying in my head.The way her eyes searched mine, already knowing the answer… The way her voice cracked when she asked if the baby made it… And the way her face shattered from my silence.I let out a sharp breath and dragged my hand down my face.I should’ve been celebrating an heir.That was the point of this whole arrangement, wasn’t it? A contract marriage.She would give me a child. An heir. In return, I’d give her security, freedom from her past, and t

Suzanne's pov:Recovery is quiet. Not peaceful, just quiet.There are no loud voices, no footsteps rushing down the halls.No beeping monitors or sterile hospital lights overhead. Just the sound of curtains swaying in the soft afternoon breeze, and the occasional murmur of Maria, the housekeeper, humming downstairs.Dominic had brought in a private doctor.I remember catching a glimpse of her that first morning, sharp brown eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses, her grey-streaked hair pulled into a neat bun.She was in her fifties at least, her presence calm but commanding, like she’d seen too much to be shaken by anything now.She moved with certainty, spoke with clarity, and treated me like a person, not a patient.She never hovered. Her nurses, clearly handpicked by her, were quiet, graceful, and never stayed longer than they needed to.They administered meds, checked my vitals, and then left. Always respectfully, always gently.It’s been four days now.Four days since I came home. Sinc

Suzanne’s pov:I woke up with a gasp.My hand flew to my chest as I sat up, the echo of the fire still flickering behind my eyes.My heart was pounding, my skin clammy with sweat, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if it had been real.The smoke. The white envelope. The choking fear of seeing something I couldn’t unsee.But then I looked around.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn back just enough for the early morning light to trickle in.My water glass was exactly where I left it. No mysterious envelope. No smoke. Just silence. Just me.It was a dream. Just a dream.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing the shaking to stop.I had dreamt about Tavon before, but this time it was different, more vivid. More cruel. As if my subconscious was trying to warn me of something that hadn’t happened yet.A soft knock came at the door, followed by it creaking open slightly.“Mrs. Khan?” one of the nurses peeked in, holding a tray with fresh meds and a soft smile. “You’re awake