All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The ambulance siren wailed as Xander cradled Tatiana’s limp body against his chest. Her blood soaked through his clothes, warm and sticky. His expression didn’t shift, but his arms locked around her as if prying her away would kill him too.The stretcher rolled in with sharp efficiency. He lowered her onto it without a word. He climbed into the ambulance without looking back with her.Tony made the attempt to join, but the glare from Xander steeled him in his place.The doors slammed shut, sealing only him in with her and the paramedics.As the vehicle tore through the night, Xander sat rigid, one hand gripping the side rail, the other holding hers. His thumb brushed her cold skin.Xander's eyes didn’t waver from her face—silent and desperate.To feel the same fear again after seventeen years was something that was going to break him. He wasn't sure why he had such a memory, but all he knew was that Tatiana should wake up.He didn't care anymore. Whether she cheated or not, he didn't

Tatiana’s eyes fluttered open, the light of the room soft and almost ethereal. Her eyelids twitched as if weighed down by sand. Slowly, her eyes began to open, lashes parting to reveal a blurred ceiling above her. A dull, radiating pain throbbed as she tried to lift her head. It felt heavy, as though her skull had been filled with stones. Her face tensed, lips parting slightly as she drew in a shaky breath. The room… this wasn’t what she was used to. Not even close to a hospital. The space radiated elegance—walls painted a delicate cream with a warm undertone, ornate moldings traced the edges of the ceiling like intricate lacework. The lighting was soft, diffused through antique glass sconces rather than harsh fluorescent bulbs. A hospital monitor stood in one corner, but its sleek frame was matched by polished mahogany paneling. A faint scent of roses lingered in the air, blending strangely with the sterile smell of disinfectant. The bed she lay on was unlike any hos

Tatiana’s eyes widened as she caught Liam’s gaze drifting deliberately down to her stomach. For a moment, she didn’t understand why. But then it clicked. The air in the room grew thick, pressing in around her. Her heart stuttered, a strange, shaky beat.Her breath hitched. She followed his gaze downward, staring at her abdomen, then back up at him. Her face froze, shock painted clear in her widened eyes and slightly parted lips. Her fingers, resting loosely on the bedsheet, twitched involuntarily.“Damn you, Liam! Do you want to give her a heart attack?!” Damian hissed through gritted teeth, shooting a sharp glare at him.“Chi… child?” Tatiana’s voice broke on the word. It came out weak and uncertain, as if she was afraid to breathe it into existence.Damian stepped closer with his expression softening. His voice lowered, a gentle contrast to Liam’s ruthlessness. “Yes, Tatiana,” he said tenderly, “you are three months pregnant.”The words seemed to echo in the room, bouncing off the

The black car rolled smoothly to a stop at the entrance. The morning air was crisp, a soft breeze tugging at the hem of Tatiana’s coat as she stepped forward. Sidney was already waiting by the steps, her elegant figure wrapped in a deep blue shawl. She reached for Tatiana with both hands, cupping her face gently. Her palms were warm, steady — the kind of warmth Tatiana didn’t know she needed until it was there. “Look at me,” Sidney said softly, “I’ll be waiting for your return, my dear. No matter how long it takes, you will come back. And when you do, I want to see that same strength in your eyes… even brighter.” Tatiana’s chest tightened. She forced a small smile, nodding, but the lump in her throat made it hard to speak.She hadn't known a mother's love until she met Sidney and for this much she was grateful she met Liam. “Oh! Grandma! Stop making mum cry,” Lilian declared, “Don’t worry, Grandma. I’m going to take care of my mummy and my baby brother. You don’t have to worr

“What’s the point in trying to bring that little brat down from his neck, mum! You should know my brother is no different from your husband." The sharp voice of a teenage girl echoed from behind Tatiana. "Lilian?" Damian was shocked, "Didn't Liam say she wouldn't come along?" His question hung as Lilian stepped into view, her presence drawing immediate attention. Damian froze for a heartbeat. His eyes swept over her, taking in the changes time had drawn on the once small, loud seven-year-old brat he used to know. A fitted blue jeans and a bright pink top that hugged her slim frame. A small Teasybear bag hung loosely over her back, its cheerful design a stark contrast to the confident, almost dismissive way she carried herself. "Can he dare?!" She was no longer that little girl who would follow him demanding attention. She was taller now, sharper in speech, bolder in stance—and apparently worse than before. “Oh,” Lilian said casually, one brow arching, “forgotten… he’s