Semua Bab Ex-husband, You Broke The Wrong Woman : Bab 191 - Bab 200

[Vienna]The last glass slammed against the wall, shattering with brutal force."Ahhhhhh," I yelled for the umpteenth time as I stared around me, but there was nothing else.There was fucking nothing else to break.Every nerve in my body burned with raw, searing pain.I stared at the phone lying on the floor. The fucking phone that had just delivered the worst Information.Yes, I have an informant.One of the nurses in that hospital is on my payroll.I pay her to keep an eye on Darian whenever I'm not in. She does a good job of calling me whenever Asher comes by, and I'm absent.She has no idea what is wrong with Darian, but she has been doing a perfect job for me, and right now she just passed me the fucking worst Information.Yesterday she said Asher has been pacing the hospital like a madman. She told me that he was almost losing it.I was fucking counting the damn time. I knew. I fucking knew that he would never know the child belonged to Elena, knowing how much I hated her.It wa

[Asher]I can’t thank her enough.I can’t fucking thank her enough.That single thought has been looping endlessly in my head as I stared at Darian through the thick glass door, my reflection faintly staring back at me.According to the doctor, he needs to be isolated for a few hours before anyone can go in and see him. It’s standard protocol after a transplant like this.Still, it feels like torture.Everything had gone smoothly. Those were the exact words the doctor used, and I’ve been clinging to them like a lifeline ever since.It’s been a little over five hours since Elena walked into the operating theatre and quite literally handed my son another chance at life.Five hours since she lay herself down on that cold operating table without hesitation.Five hours since she chose Darian—our son—over every ounce of pain, betrayal, and cruelty we had put her through.Tears pricked my eyes before I could stop them, my vision blurring as emotion tightened my throat.God, I wanted to see h

[Elena]It’s been three days.Three days since everything shifted.Three days since I learned I had a son.A son I might have lost without ever knowing he was mine.My chest tightened as I stared at the laptop screen, the face of my best friend filling the frame.Natalia.I had just told her everything.I hadn’t left the hospital until yesterday. The doctor said I could go earlier, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I wanted to see Darian wake up. But he didn’t.I knew I had to come home—knowing my mother would be worried.I lied to her, told her a friend needed me, that I wanted to be there for her.She didn’t ask any questions. But when my brothers and I walked in last night, I saw it in my mother’s eyes.She knew I was lying.But she didn’t push.And of course, I planned to tell her everything once I finished talking to my friend—who suddenly looked frozen on my screen."You’re not saying anything," I murmured.Natalia blinked as my words pulled her out of a fog.She opened her

[Elena]"He woke up when I called earlier," Asher said quietly the moment I stepped into the hallway. "But he fell asleep again."The words hit me like a soft blow to the chest.Awake.Asleep again.I stared at him for a second, like my mind needed time to catch up, before my gaze drifted to the guards standing behind me. "I’ll take it from here," I whispered.They nodded immediately, stepping back without question, giving me space.I drew in a shaky breath and followed Asher down the hallway.Each step felt louder than the last. My heart thudded so hard against my ribs it almost hurt, like it was trying to escape my chest and run ahead of me. The hospital lights blurred slightly, not because they were too bright, but because my eyes were burning.This would be the first time.The first time I’d see him properly since the Transplant.No glass separating us. No distance. He was no longer in isolationI could feel Asher’s gaze on my back as we walked, heavy and unreadable, but I

[Elena]"Oh my goodness!" I gasped.The paper cup slipped from his hand, spinning uselessly in the air for a split second. Hot coffee splashed down the front of my dress, seeping into the fabric and splattering across the tiled floor.The heat shocked the air out of my lungs. For a moment, everything else disappeared."Shit—are you okay?" the young man blurted.He reacted on instinct, fingers closing around my wrists as he gently pulled me out of the spill before I could even think to move. Almost immediately, like he realized what he was doing, he let go. His other hand fumbled into his pocket and he pulled out a folded towel, pressing it into my hands."I’m so sorry," he said again, voice rushed, unsettled. "Are you okay?""It’s fine," I murmured, though my heart was still racing. I took the towel, pressing it uselessly against the damp fabric. "It’s just… really hot." A small, breathless chuckle slipped out as I tried to dab at the stain, already knowing it wouldn’t help.He wince