All Chapters of Reclaiming Her Love: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SylviaThe morning sun poured through the hospital windows, turning the glass walls of my office into sheets of soft gold. The quiet hum of machines, footsteps, and murmured voices filled the hallways. The surgery on Governor David Collins was only two days away, and the air inside Rhode’s Hospital felt heavier than usual, filled with tension, hope, and pressure.I sat at my desk, surrounded by stacks of medical reports, scans, and surgical outlines. Every inch of my workspace looked like a battlefield, papers spread everywhere, notes scribbled in red ink, and coffee cups I’d lost count of. My head was pounding, but my focus didn’t waver. This wasn’t just another operation. It was the operation that could define my career, and the hospital’s reputation.A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.“Come in,” I said, not looking up immediately.The door opened, and that deep, familiar voice filled the room. “You’ve been locked in here all morning again, haven’t you?”My lips curve

SylviaThe governor’s surgery had stretched into three long stages, three waves of pressure, sleepless nights, and endless tension.The second stage had gone smoother than expected, though it wasn’t without its challenges. We’d spent nearly six hours stabilizing his heart and ensuring the grafts from the first phase were holding strong. There had been a minor fluctuation in his vitals midway through, but we caught it on time. I couldn’t ignore the way Kate kept glancing at the monitors as if waiting for something to go wrong. Still, nothing happened, no mishaps, no errors, no reason to question her, and I let it go, even though a small part of me whispered that I shouldn’t.Now, we were on the final stage, the stage that would decide whether Governor David Collins walked out of this hospital alive or left in a box draped in flags.The air in the operating room was heavier than ever. Everyone was quieter, more focused, but the tension was so thick you could almost taste it.“All instru

SylviaThe dinner night had finally arrived, the governor’s grand celebration. The lights shimmered like falling stars against the golden hall ceiling, the air smelled of rich perfumes and expensive wine, and laughter flowed like music. Everyone was dressed in their finest. It was supposed to be a perfect evening, a night of joy, pride, and gratitude.But even before the night properly began, I should have known peace would not last long.From the moment Kate stepped into the hall, I could feel her eyes on me. She was all smiles and charm on the surface, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. I had learned to recognize that kind of look, polished venom wrapped in silk.Violet and I were talking to a few guests near the buffet table when it happened. I had just turned to pick up my glass when I felt a sudden tug at my gown, a sharp rip! followed. I looked down in disbelief.My long emerald-green dress, which I had carefully chosen for tonight, now had a slit running up the side.“Oh my G

SylviaThe first thing I became aware of was the sound of someone shouting. A deep voice, angry and sharp, cutting through the fog in my head. Then came the brightness — a blinding light flashing straight into my eyes.I groaned softly, pushing it away with one hand. “Ugh… stop,” I mumbled, my throat dry. My voice came out weaker than I expected.As my eyes adjusted, I realized where I was, a wide, well-lit room. It took me a few seconds to recognize it wasn’t my hospital office but a suite, Logan’s hotel suite.Before I could think further, I heard him again.“I don’t care how much it costs, I want to know who did it!” Logan barked into his phone. “Yes! Check every camera, every glass, every damn waiter that served her drink! I want names before noon!”He was pacing back and forth, his hair slightly messy, shirt sleeves rolled up, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. The tone of his voice made something twist in my chest, anger, fear, worry, all tangled together.I tried to sit up,

Sylvia Sylvia slept for hours after I returned from Governor Collins’ estate. Hours that felt like days. I stayed by her bedside the whole time, watching her breathe, watching the small lines on her forehead relax little by little.It wasn’t until late afternoon that I saw her fingers move.Violet, who had been pacing the room like a worried mother hen, froze instantly. Andrea, who had been quietly scrolling through her phone on the sofa, dropped it on her lap.“Did she just move?” Andrea whispered.“Finally,” Violet breathed.I leaned forward immediately, placing my hand gently on Sylvia’s arm. “Sylvia… sweetheart, can you hear me?”She groaned softly and turned her head toward my voice, blinking slowly like someone waking from a long dream.Her eyes opened fully, clear this time, not foggy or confused, and she stared at the three of us hovering over her like anxious bodyguards.“What… why are you all looking at me like that?” she asked, voice rough but steady.“You scared us!” Viol