All Chapters of THE CEO’S DIRTY SECRET: Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

JAMES Stella had been crying for days sometimes quietly until no more tears came from her eyes and there was nothing I could do about it I saw her pain and I had no idea on how to help she cried when she woke up and cried when she went back to sleep holding her stomach whispering my baby my baby. I held her in my arms trying to comfort her Sheila was here so was my mother everyone was trying to help but nothing was working. She wouldn't eat and she was barely sleeping but I couldn't blame her she was a mother who lost her child in one of the most horrible ways possible but I was still so worried about her because she wasn't fully healed and crying every time was putting a strain on her. Every time she whispered my baby it felt like someone was dragging a knife through my chest because even though I was trying to be strong the loss of our child broke me every single time I thought about it. I just held her tighter wishing I could take away even if it was a sliver of her pain. She

STELLA The soup tasted so much better today maybe it was because Sheila and James’s mom were talking nonstop or it was probably because I felt way better today. Today felt... normal in a strange way. I know I was still in the hospital with one arm and leg broken but I was... happy.James’s mom was in the middle of one of her dramatic stories, waving her hands around like she was acting on stage.“Back in my time I used to be not just the most beautiful in my street but every man wanted my number. God, I was so fine back then. How do you think I got James’s father, bless his soul.”Sheila was laughing uncontrollably. I was so surprised at how Sheila and James’s mom were getting along so perfectly.“Mrs. Hawthorne, the 70s and 80s might have been great but there was no technology,” Sheila said. “You people were practically living under a rock.”James’s mom placed a hand on her chest gasping dramatically. “And that’s exactly why our lives were much better and simpler too. Nowadays it’s

STELLA Doctor Lois came in with his usual bright energy like he was a magician about to perform a magic trick. He had his signature bright smile on but I just stared at him blankly. “Alright, Stella,” he announced cheerfully, “today is the day. I know you can't wait—me neither. We are going to be taking off your cast and from tomorrow we would be starting light physiotherapy.” Soon he grinned, “you would be out of here. Freedom from the hospital food and always seeing nurses and all the beeping from the annoying machines. And you can get to live your life again.” He seemed genuinely excited for me. He expected me to be excited too. I was even supposed to be more excited than him, but I wasn't. My mind wasn't even here. I kept staring at the blanket covering my legs and my fingers playing with the hem of the blanket. Lois kept talking and talking, telling me how it would feel weak at first but later with practice and exercise I was going to regain my balance. He explained how I s

James The mirror reflected a man I couldn't recognise. I was dressed in a black crisp suit, hair combed back slickly. There were no traces of all my sleepless nights and the rage eating me alive from the inside. Without Stella I just felt like a shell of myself, but in this suit I looked like I had everything figured out and this was perfect for what I was about doing. I slid my hand into my pocket and went downstairs and into my car. I'd expected my heart to at least skip a beat but nothing like that happened, so this was what emptiness felt like. When I got to Brad's company I stepped out and made my way straight to his office. Every step I took was one of confidence. The guards nodded stiffly when I passed; they were all Triad and I never knew all those while ago. Brad's office door was half opened like he was expecting someone. Maybe I was that person today. I was dropping the whole pretend act. Brad had to pay for his crimes. He was behind his desk, leaning back with that f

STELLA’S POVI gripped the edge of the rails as I took another step. The physical therapist had already left, and I was supposed to practice walking on my own, but it felt so impossible for me to even move one foot. Even when I pushed myself, it felt like my bones were grinding against each other. It just hurt so badly. My legs trembled and I quickly lowered myself back onto the bed before I collapsed.My chest rose and fell very fast, and God help me, I was not okay. Not even in the slightest.It wasn’t just physical. It was mental, and even emotional.I lay back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. It felt like I was about to have a panic attack.Today actually made it twelve days since I’ve heard his voice or even seen his face.These past twelve days have been the worst of my entire existence. I keep asking myself what exactly I did wrong, and I couldn’t pinpoint it, but I was ready to apologise because I couldn’t lose h