Semua Bab Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Bab 111 - Bab 120

[Asher]"I said I’m fine." Vienna’s voice cracked, low but firm — the umpteenth time she’d repeated those words since I came to the hospital to take her home.I knew she wasn’t fine. Our son had been down for weeks, but Vienna was the one falling apart. She’d become a shadow of herself — pale, restless, eyes sunken from nights without sleep.When my mom called earlier, she’d told me she’d just left the hospital and that Vienna looked worse than ever. I didn’t waste time. I drove straight there, calling Vienna several times on the way, but she didn’t pick up.When I arrived, I caught her outside Doctor Adam’s office. The moment she saw me, she flinched, and I knew she might have gone to ask the doctor why Darian wasn't getting better, even when she kept pretending that he was for reasons best known to her. So I did the only thing I could — I told her to come home with me.Thankfully, her mother had shown up at just the right time, or Vienna wouldn’t have listened. She’s my wife. And i

[Asher]I’ve never driven like a madman like this in my entire life.If I thought I’d ever known fear before, this—this was worse. It wasn’t the kind that made your hands shake or your stomach twist. It was the kind that grabbed your throat and refused to let go.The moment I spotted the hospital sign glowing in the dark, I swerved into the lot, the tires screeching as I slammed the brakes. I barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out and yanking open the back door.I didn’t care that people were staring.All that mattered was the weight of her—Elena—limp and cold against me, her breathing shallow like each one might be her last."You’ll be okay," I whispered, though my voice trembled. The words felt useless. Empty. "You’ll be fine, I promise."But my mind was a riot.What the hell was she doing there?How did she end up in the middle of the road—alone—looking like a car had run her over and ended up running off.The first doctor I saw turned just in time to hear my voice. "

[Raphael]I am Raphael Thorne, for heaven’s sake.One of the richest men in Boston. I could find anyone, get any information within seconds. But why was I right here for more than ten miserable hours, not having a clue where my only sister was?My mother was losing it. She knew something was wrong. She kept calling and I kept ignoring because I had nothing to tell her.I swallowed hard, jaw clenched, pacing the length of my living room with my phone pressed to my ear.I’d sent every one of my men out, but none had come back with anything solid. Every update was the same useless line. No sighting. No lead. Nothing.The footage I’d requested from the area had been wiped clean. Not missing. Not corrupted. Wiped. That made everything worse. Whoever did this was smart and deliberate.And then there was her phone. Left in her car.Someone had taken my sister. There was no other explanation.But who?Who the hell would dare?I’d promised her I wouldn’t dig into her past. She wanted to move o

[Asher]"Her brother is there now so I'm very sure she'll be fine," I mumbled under my breath, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.Hell, I wanted to stay longer —I wanted to be right there with her —and even when I knew she was safe with her brother, I just wanted to know exactly what happened.Who tied her up? And why the hell would someone tie her up? That was the things I so much need answers to and fuck all I want to do is make sure whoever did that to her would not live to see the next sunlight.My jaw clenched as I tried pushing the thoughts aside. I'm sure Raphael would be able to resolve whatever issue that is.I swallowed hard as I swerved my engine into the hospital lot.I took a slow, deep breath, tightening my hand on the steering wheel before turning off the engine.I stepped out and made my way inside the hospital. I still needed to make sure Vienna isn't mad anymore.Even when I was trying to save Elena, it was absolutely wrong of me to leave my wife in the middle

[Elena]"Are you sure you're okay now?" Mom asked just as I came down the stairs. Her brows were creased, her eyes darting over every inch of me like she was expecting to find something broken.I hadn’t left the house since the incident, but I couldn’t keep living like this—locked in, fragile, afraid. I was still shaken, yes, but I had a life. If I didn’t try to suppress the fear and move forward, it would swallow me whole."I'm fine, Mom. I have to go to work," I murmured, and she looked at me like I’d said something absurd before finally nodding.Yesterday was her and my late father's anniversary—the one we’d been planning for weeks—but she had to scale it down, worried sick about me. Even when I insisted I was fine and begged her to celebrate as planned, she refused. The whole thing was smaller, quieter because of me."The guard and the driver will take you anywhere you want to go for now, alright?""Sure, Mom, that’s fine. I need to leave now. A lot is waiting for me—Aurora’s alre