All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Xander stormed into his office without even realizing how hard he’d slammed the door. The sound echoed through the glass walls, but he didn’t stop. His steps were sharp, restless, and heavy as he paced back and forth across the marble floor. His jaw worked as though he were grinding down a storm inside his teeth. He didn’t notice David standing by the door until he cleared his throat. Xander didn’t stop pacing. He kept moving, hands clenched, his breathing uneven. It was the first time David had seen him like this since Tatiana’s funeral—if it could even be called that. “Xander,” David said more firmly this time, stepping further in. But Xander didn’t hear him at first. He was still talking to himself under his breath, muttering fragments David couldn’t catch. David took another step, ready to touch his shoulder when Xander finally turned, surprise flashing across his eyes. “You’re here,” he said, but his voice sounded distant, unfocused. “I’ve been here,” David replied. “You

Xander stepped into the bedroom with a force that shifted the air. Every movement charged the room with the storm rolling inside him. His shoulders carried the heaviness of everything he had just discovered. He moved past the bed, straight toward the center of the room, and began pacing in sharp, restless lines. David closed the door behind them quietly. His gaze locked onto Xander, tracking each tense stride, each harsh inhale, as though Xander were fighting something unseen and overwhelming. “Bro,” David said softly, leaning on the door, “breathe. Pull in some air. Slow it down.” Xander continued pacing. His hands kept moving—rubbing his face, dragging through his hair, clenching hard enough that his knuckles strained. His breath came in quick bursts. David stepped forward. “Come on. Talk to me. Even small words help.” Xander halted. His chest rose sharply. His eyes carried the wild edge of a man cornered by his own thoughts. “My mind feels like it’s tearing apart,” he

Tatiana’s hand shot out to the doorframe to steady herself. The hallway tilted—just a fraction—but enough for Damian to reach out as if to catch her. She didn’t let him. She forced her spine straight. Her voice barely formed the words. “Where… where is he?” “Lynx...” Damian replied, low and controlled, but the strain in his eyes gave him away. “He collapsed.” Collapsed. The word echoed, sharp as glass. Tatiana swallowed hard, but her throat felt too tight to let anything pass. Her fingers clenched. Her heartbeat wouldn’t slow. She forced air into her lungs and stepped back into her room. "The car is waiting." Damian didn’t move. He watched her for a moment—long enough to see she could stand, breathe, function, but she wasn't hiding it well. “I’ll get ready,” she said. Damian nodded once and left. The door clicked shut. Tatiana stood there, unmoving. Her breath came too fast—too shallow—her chest squeezing painfully tight. Why was she reacting li

Cassandra hesitated slightly, hands fidgeting as if her own body wasn’t sure whether to move or retreat. She swallowed, face paling as she tried to regain her practiced grace. “E-Evelyn… you want me to—” “Yes,” Tatiana cut in smoothly, “Why? Is getting me a simple glass of water suddenly beyond you? I thought I was a guest here.” Selena’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smirk, enjoying every second. Cassandra shot Tony a desperate glance, as if expecting him to rescue her dignity. But Tony straightened his jacket instead, cold and detached, refusing to intervene. Tatiana turned slightly, dismissing Cassandra with the smallest shift of her body. “We’re here for your son-in-law, aren’t we? Showing hospitality should be the least of your duties.” Cassandra’s face twitched — a blend of embarrassment, anger, and brittle pride. Beside Tatiana, Liam’s mouth curved into a subtle, almost invisible grin — amused, approving, and entirely unbothered. Tatiana folded her arms lightly

“Finally,” David exhaled, stepping closer to the bed. “You’re awake.”Xander swallowed, throat dry. “Why am I here?”“You’re in a hospital,” David answered, his voice steady but tense.Xander frowned. “I know. I'm not that stupid. How did I end up here?”“You passed out,” David said plainly.Xander pushed himself upright, but the sudden motion sent a sharp, stabbing pain straight through his skull. He hissed, immediately crouching forward with his hand gripping his head.“Hey—easy!” David caught him, supporting his weight before he could slump. “Careful.”Xander steadied his breathing, forcing himself upright. David watched him anxiously.“What happened?” David asked carefully. “Do you remember anything?”Xander tried.He really tried.He reached for the memory, but everything was blank—foggy, scattered, nothing forming into a picture.“Nothing,” Xander muttered. “It seems I was just… stressed out.”David exhaled hard. “You got all of us worried, bro!"“All of us?” Xander repeated, li