Todos los capítulos de Heartbreak And Wars: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Aloe's POVThe sound of packing woke me from a restless sleep. It was the quiet, and ruffle movements in the hallway—footsteps, hushed voices, the rustle of equipment being moved.I'd heard similar sounds three years ago when Wakes had decided our Manhattan penthouse wasn't secure enough after a break-in attempt by paparazzi.It was the sound of my world shrinking again."Mrs. Savage?" Dr. Chen appeared in my doorway, his face carefully neutral. "How are you feeling this evening?"Evening. I glanced at the window, surprised to see darkness had fallen while I'd been dozing. The sedatives were still affecting my sense of time, making hours blur together like watercolors in rain."Tired," I said honestly. "Confused. What's all the activity in the hallway?"He moved to my bedside, checking my IV with hands that seemed less steady than usual. "We're making some adjustments to your care plan.Your husband feels you might be more comfortable in a... quieter environment."Quieter. Code for mo

Sofia's POVThe flash drive felt heavier than it should in my hand, it was just a few ounces of plastic and circuitry containing enough digital ammunition to destroy Wakes Savage's life.Three years of medical records, financial transactions, surveillance footage, and testimony from former employees who'd finally agreed to speak.All obtained through methods that would probably cost me my law license if anyone looked too closely."Are you sure about this?" Marcus asked from the driver's seat as we sat outside the New York Times building. "Once we walk in there, there's no taking it back."I stared up at the imposing façade, thinking about Aloe Savage, a woman I'd never met but felt like I knew intimately after weeks of investigating her life. Bank records showing her allowance being cut off whenever she displayed independence. Medical records with suspicious gaps and inconsistencies. Security footage of her flinching away from her husband's touch.Evidence of a systematic campaign to

Sofia's POVMy phone started ringing at 5:47 AM, thirteen minutes before the New York Times story was scheduled to go live.I'd been awake for hours, watching the clock, drinking coffee that had gone cold in my nervous hands."Sofia? This is Rebecca Martinez from CNN. We need to talk."I declined the call and immediately received three more… ABC, NBC, Fox News. Word was already spreading through the media ecosystem like wildfire, journalists calling in favors and chasing leads before the competition caught wind.At exactly 6:00 AM, I refreshed the Times website.There it was.**"BILLIONAIRE'S PREGNANT WIFE: A PATTERN OF CONTROL AND ABUSE"**The headline was stark, devastating. Below it, Aloe's photo, not a glamorous society shot, but a candid image from a charity event where she looked haunted, exhausted.The subheading read; *"Medical records, financial documents, and witness testimony reveal systematic abuse by Savage Group CEO Wakes Savage."*My hands trembled slightly as I scrolle

Aloe's POVDr. Chen appeared an hour later, wheeling in equipment that looked more suited to a hospital than a bedroom. His usual composed demeanor was strained, his movements sharper than normal. The media attention was clearly affecting everyone in the house."Good morning, Mrs. Savage. How are you feeling?" He began setting up what looked like an ultrasound machine, his hands moving with practiced efficiency."Confused," I said honestly. "Mrs. Henderson mentioned something about reporters."His face tightened almost imperceptibly. "Yes, well, there's been some... unwanted attention. Nothing for you to worry about.We're here to focus on your health and your baby's wellbeing."Always deflecting back to medical concerns. It was his shield, his justification for everything that happened in this house."I'd like to see the news," I said. "I have a right to know what's being said about me.""I'm afraid that wouldn't be advisable." He approached with the ultrasound wand, his voice taking

Aloe's POVThe morning brought deceptive possibilities. Mrs. Henderson appeared with breakfast and an unexpected announcement; I was free to explore the house and grounds, as long as I stayed within the property boundaries."Doctor's orders," she said with what might have been an apologetic smile. "He feels some gentle exercise might be beneficial for both you and the baby."For the first time in weeks, I wasn't confined to a single room. The relief was so intense it made me dizzy.I dressed quickly in the clothes someone had thoughtfully provided, designer jeans that still fit my unchanged waistline, a soft cashmere sweater, and expensive walking shoes.Everything was perfectly chosen, perfectly my size. Someone had been paying very close attention to my preferences.The house was even more magnificent than I'd glimpsed from my bedroom window. Soaring ceilings, original artwork worth millions, furniture that belonged in museums.Every surface gleamed with the kind of perfection that