All Chapters of Reclaiming Her Love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sylvia The moment I stepped out of my office building, the cool evening breeze touched my skin, easing the long day I had just survived. My heels clicked lightly on the pavement as I walked toward the parking lot, already guessing where Logan would be parked. He always stayed in the same spot, under the small tree near the security post, claiming the shade kept the car cool enough for me.And just like always, the familiar black SUV was waiting, polished so much that even the dusk light bounced off it.Before I could take another step, the driver’s door opened and Logan stepped out. My heart did that stupid thing again, stopped, jumped, then pretended nothing happened. He walked toward me with that calm, confident gait of his, the one that always made people move aside without him saying anything.When he reached me, he didn’t say a word. He just leaned down and placed a soft, lingering peck on my forehead.“Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered.Sweetheart.The name always melted something

Logan I rarely stepped into anyone’s office unless the meeting involved millions of dollars, a merger worth fighting for, or a contract that required my signature written in perfect black ink. My time was money, and people knew better than to waste either.So walking into Victor’s company, on my own, unannounced, during office hours, felt strange.Strange enough that even the security guards stared at me like I had descended from the clouds. One straightened his uniform so fast the buttons nearly popped off. Another opened the door twice, even though it was already open.I ignored all of them and headed straight for the elevator.Truth be told, half of my mind was on Sylvia. She had been quiet since morning, probably exhausted from her rounds. I had resisted the urge to call her earlier, but I knew myself, I would end up checking on her anyway.The other half of my mind was on the very obvious, very frustrating situation that brought me here.Violet and Victor.Two grown adults opera

Sylvia The post-operation review for Governor David Collins began on a quiet Thursday morning. I walked into the surgical review room with my tablet in hand, ready to listen, ready to take notes, ready to face anything, except what actually happened.The room was packed.Doctors. Nurses. Senior specialists. Hospital board members. The governor’s legal team. Even journalists were outside, waiting for updates.Something felt off.Everyone kept looking at me in a strange way, some with pity, some with confusion, others with suspicion. I tried to ignore it and sat down at the head of the table, my usual position as the lead surgeon.As soon as I settled, the chief medical examiner, Dr. Hakim, cleared his throat. He looked nervous, almost scared.“We will begin the post-operation internal review regarding the unexpected complications discovered during the governor’s secondary check,” he said.Unexpected complications?That was already strange. Everything had gone perfectly during the fina

KateI was halfway through signing a document when the first notification hit my phone.Breaking News: Governor David sues Dr. Sylvia Hart for attempted murder.I froze. I knew the news was going to come but didn't expect it to be sooner.For a full five seconds, my brain refused to process the words. Then the second notification came.Hospital suspends Dr. Sylvia Hart pending investigation.I blinked. Slowly.A slow smile started to form on my lips… then fell, then reformed, confused and surprised all at once.I stood from my chair and headed straight for Emily’s office. If there was anyone who would have the full details, it was her.I didn’t bother knocking.I pushed the door open and stepped in.Emily was standing in the middle of the room, already holding her phone, staring at the screen like she’d just seen a ghost.“Please tell me you’ve seen it,” I said.She lifted her head slowly. “Kate… please tell me this is not some kind of joke.”“It’s not,” I said, closing the door behin

Logan I had been sitting on the armchair beside her bed for nearly an hour, watching her breathe softly as she slept. The sunlight coming in through the curtains rested gently across her face, and for a moment, the chaos outside this room felt far away.Everything had gone wrong so fast.The accusation.The shock.The hospital chaos.Governor David’s anger.The press outside the gates.And Sylvia…My Sylvia…Was suddenly at the center of a storm she didn’t deserve.She shifted a little, tucked her hand under her cheek, and sighed. I didn’t realize how tired she truly was until I saw her like this, peaceful, quiet, vulnerable.Then her eyelashes fluttered.She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and blinked up at me.“Logan…?” she murmured, voice soft and sleepy.I sat up straighter. “Hey. You’re awake.”She yawned lightly, pushing herself up into a half-sitting position. “How long was I asleep?”“A few hours,” I said. “You needed it.”She looked around the room slowly, confusion fading into