All Chapters of ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91 – Breathless Silence The room was too quiet.Not the kind of peaceful quiet that soothed or healed—but the hollow, heavy kind. The kind that buzzed in your ears after a scream, the kind that clawed at your insides until you couldn’t tell if you were suffocating or simply going mad.Clara sat in the corner of the private ICU room, wrapped in Alex’s hoodie, a garment far too big for her narrow shoulders. It still smelled like him—cedar, expensive cologne, and faint hints of something darker, something dangerous. Something safe. Her legs were curled beneath her, numb. Her eyes, dry but red-rimmed, stared unblinking at the bed that seemed both too large and not large enough for the man she loved.Alex lay still. Pale. Bruised. Hooked up to machines that beeped rhythmically, mockingly, as if taunting her with the sounds of life while offering none of its comfort.A respirator hissed softly every few seconds, a mechanical breath exhaled on his behalf. Monitors tracked his vitals

Chapter 93 – Silent HoursThe hours in the hospital blurred into one another. Outside the ICU window, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the stillness within those sterile walls. But inside, time stood still.Clara sat by Alex’s bedside, her fingers curled tightly around his. The antiseptic sting of the air, the rhythmic beeping of the monitors, and the faint rustling of nurses' steps were all that accompanied her vigil. His hand was warm in hers, but he hadn’t stirred. Not once.She spoke to him anyway. Stories from their past. Memories he had given her. Letters she’d read from his journal. She read them aloud sometimes, hoping that his mind, somewhere deep in the fog, would recognize the sound of her voice, the cadence of her love.Kevin entered quietly that afternoon, holding a manila folder. He looked tired, dark circles haloing his eyes. Clara turned, releasing Alex’s hand, heart skipping."Any news?"Kevin nodded, though his expression remained grave. "Avi traced the origin

Chapter 95: The EscapeThe night rain fell like a whisper, threading silver trails down the city windows, muting the world in a hush of water and wind. Inside the armored transport van, Vincent Maddox sat handcuffed, shackled at the wrists and ankles, his expression blank. His pale eyes flicked to the window, watching droplets race each other down the glass. Rain always meant something was coming. He could feel it in his bones.Officer Rudd sat across from him, tense and unspeaking, while two others flanked the back compartment. The convoy was headed toward Blackridge Supermax for solitary housing ahead of trial. The mood in the van was grim, even among the guards. Everyone knew what Vincent Maddox had done. And what he was still capable of.What they didn't know was that he wasn’t going to make it to Blackridge.At precisely 9:47 p.m., the convoy received a radio message: "Medical emergency on Route 16. Redirect to safe zone Bravo-2. Ambulance en route."The lead driver confirmed and

Chapter 97 – Sleep and Storms Rain clawed at the windows like restless fingers, the wind screaming against the walls of the safe house as though it, too, knew the weight of grief. Thunder rolled overhead in shuddering waves, each burst of sound echoing like a memory Clara couldn’t outrun. The lights flickered once, then held steady, dim and golden, casting long shadows over the room where she sat, still and silent.Wrapped in a thick woolen blanket, Clara perched on the edge of the guest bed, unmoving except for the occasional twitch of her fingers or the blink of tired eyes. Sleep had become an estranged luxury—something she no longer trusted. Dreams were cruel now, either too full of Alex’s laughter or too empty. Waking was worse. Waking meant remembering.On the bedside table, her phone lay screen-side up, dark and lifeless. She checked it every ten minutes. The last message from the hospital had been over five hours ago. No change. Still stable. Still unconscious.The words no lo

Chapter 99 – A Flicker of LightThe morning light streamed into the sterile hospital room, casting pale gold over the whitewashed walls and gleaming faintly against the chrome fixtures. The scent of antiseptic was sharp, ever-present, but Clara no longer noticed it. It had become the background scent of her vigil. Machines beeped in a steady rhythm beside Alex’s bed—a mechanical lullaby that had become almost comforting, if only because it meant he was still with her.She sat curled in the armchair beside him, knees drawn up, a blanket tangled around her legs. Her spine ached from sleeping upright for too many nights. Her hair was unwashed, pinned back hastily, and her eyes were red-rimmed with exhaustion. But she refused to leave. Not until he woke up. Not until she saw the warmth return to his eyes.She had been reading to him again. Not the same desperate pleas from earlier days, but steadier now—his favorite political thrillers, letters from her journal, snippets of their old text