Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex wife’s Revenge : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The silence in the hospital’s hallway was louder now.Raina sat again, the fury she felt at seeing Jessica was now gone, it was replaced by a that suffocating feeling of dread and helplessness.Jessica leaned against the wall, her arms folded but eyes nervously trained on the ICU doors. Margaret stood closest to them, unmoving, her posture unnaturally stiff.Then the doors creaked open.A doctor in blue scrubs stepped out, pulling down his surgical mask.Margaret was the first to move. “Doctor?”He nodded, his voice calm, clinical—but not without a human edge.“Okay, we've done our final checks for todayHe’s still stable for now. But still unconscious. The internal bleeding has been stopped and we managed to stabilize his vitals. However... he hasn’t woken up yet. It’s too early to say if there’s any brain trauma, but for now—he’s holding on.”Everyone exhaled at once, like they'd all been suffocating in silence.“You can go in. One at a time. But keep it brief.”He stepped aside.Ma

The hallway was eerily quiet, painted in muted grays and the faint hum of machines humming in the background. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but Margaret Kingston was already up, her hair slightly scattered and her hands wrapped around a paper cup of her coffee that had since gone cold.She had barely slept, even blinked through the night.She couldn't, not when her son was there battling for his life.Moments later, Raina stirred on the couch beside her. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.Margaret didn’t look at her. Her eyes were fixed down the hallway, toward the ICU.Raina stood up at once, noticing the state Margaret was in.She gently placed a hand on her shoulder.“Let’s go check on him,” she said quietly.Margaret gave a short nod, and the two women walked down the hall in silence. As they reached Aaron’s room, they found the doctor standing outside, reviewing a chart on his tablet. He glanced up at them with a somber expression.Margaret’s chest tightened. “Doctor?”The ma

Flashbulbs exploded in bursts of white light as Lucas Kingston stepped out of the sleek black Mercedes-Benz.He was dressed in a sharp tailored tuxedo, he exuded that calm and controlled elegance the public had come to expect from him.His wife, Tris, followed closely behind, her silver gown trailing behind her.She moved with her elegance that commanded her fair share of attention.They barely had a moment to pose before the questions came towards them like darts.“Mr. Kingston! Over here… how’s your brother?”“Are rumors true that he's been unconscious for two days now?”“Is Aaron awake yet? Can you give us a statement?”“Sources say alcohol was involved.. was he drinking and driving before the crash?”That was a lie!But Lucas didn’t flinch.His face remained expressionless and unreadable, giving away nothing to the journalist.He held Tris’ hand tighter, leading her forward with that authority of his, refusing to acknowledge the storm of speculation swirling around them.Tris gav

Lucas stood near the center of the gala hall, bathed in golden light and surrounded by music and chatter. The wine glass in his hand was nearly empty. He had been sipping it slowly, trying to shake the odd feeling creeping up on him for a few minutes now, but right now, it was getting harder and harder to ignore.At first, it was just a haze, some minuted after he met that lady, Flora.Then, slowly, it began to blur the edges of everything he saw, the chandelier overhead sparkled too brightly, and the voices around him started to feel like they were distant, like echoes in a tunnel.His head grew light. His vision swam.He blinked, shook his head, but the dizziness deepened. He took a step back, but the floor tilted. For a moment, he thought he’d fall. His breath caught in his throat.The warmth in his chest spread quickly to his limbs, numbing them. His fingers went slack around the glass, and then it slipped and shattered on the marble floor with a sharp crack.People turned immedia

Raina padded quietly down the long staircase, the loose silk of her robe trailing behind her.Morning light filtered in through the tall windows, golden and soft. The house was quiet, save for the subtle clinking of cutlery from the dining area.Finally, in what felt like a long time, she felt at peace.When she turned the corner, her eyes landed on Aaron, he was already seated at the dinner, a plate of untouched eggs in front of him and his fingers were wrapped around a hot mug of coffee.He was fully dressed, in black suits and a crisp tie, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His dark hair was brushed back, jaw clean-shaven.He looked ready and sharp, and even more than attractive than usual, even for Raina.She paused as something in her chest tightened.“You're up early,” she said, walking toward him.Aaron looked up, his gaze scanning her with mild surprise, then back to his cup. “Didn’t sleep much.”Her eyes narrowed. “You’re dressed like you’re going somewhere.”He didn’t answer