All Chapters of A Wife For Seven Days : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

And now—standing at the VIP room door—the same feeling from that day crept back.That ache.That pull.That instinct he had no right to feel.And Xander felt something hit him—hard.A strange sting in his eyes, like a memory brushing him but disappearing before he could catch it.A shiver crawled up his spine.He blinked—slowly—because something about the man standing there felt too familiar.Too close.Too known.Like he had seen him before.And lost the memory.Damian’s gaze dropped briefly, taking in Xander’s whole posture — the stubborn determination, the pulled-out IV, the tension in his jaw.Then his eyes lifted again, pinning Xander in place.Damian stared.Damian never wanted to enter that room.He could still hear Liam’s voice from earlier — low, sharp, unmovable:“You have to check on him. You’re the best doctor here. In this city. We can’t risk anything.”Damian had stared at him like he’d lost his mind.“Liam… are you insane? Do you want him to see my face?”“He won’t,” L

Damian sat on the couch, elbows digging into his knees, his head bowed and buried in his palms. His whole body trembled faintly. Liam stood across the room — back straight, one hand in his pocket, gaze fixed forward at nothing. Cold. Unflinching. Their mother, Sidney, stood near the end of the room, worry etched across her graceful features. Damian’s voice cracked through the silence. “Why would you force me into this, Liam? For crying out loud, I’m your brother. Did you really have to make me go against my ethics?!” Liam didn’t turn. He didn’t even blink. Damian lifted his head, eyes red, breath shaking. “You said you would bring Xander back safely. And I supported you.” His voice broke. “You said you would bring our sister’s son home — and I wanted that more than anything. I wanted to make those people pay for what they did to Cassie. You know how much I loved her, so I was ready to follow you here." His hands fisted. His voice dropped, raw and cracking. “I wanted

Xander's face had turn blank. Expressionless and drained of any emotion. Karl inhaled deeply and continued, voice low but firm. “Xander… I know it might not be what I’m thinking, but I need to know the surname of that doctor. It’s not a coincidence Evelyn had the same face as Tatiana.” The room tightened. The air felt weighted — like something invisible had cinched around all three men at once. Xander’s expression didn’t change but something inside him shifted. A faint twitch in the jaw. A barely-there narrowing of the eyes. And beneath all that… a pain he clearly didn’t want anyone to notice. David exhaled hard, rubbing the back of his neck. His thoughts were spiraling just as fast — he could see the sense in Karl’s conclusion, the possibilities, the consequences… but he didn’t want to indulge any of it. Not when Xander was just recovering. Not when the name “Tatiana” still stabbed through the room like a blade. “Karl…” David warned quietly. But Karl didn’t ba

Xander’s eyes went wide, jaw tight. The words echoed inside him, bouncing off every thought he had ever held about Tatiana, her past, and now… the shocking connection. Damian… Evelyn’s brother-in-law… the doctor… The possibility slammed into him, sharp and cold: what if Evelyn… was Tatiana? Heat surged through his chest. Panic clawed at him. His legs wobbled, knees threatening to buckle. “Xander!” David’s voice cut through the haze. He moved instantly, sliding behind Xander to steady him, one arm around his waist, the other gripping his arm. “I… I need…” Xander’s voice was rough, ragged, barely a whisper, “I need… I need her records. Tatiana’s death certificate… everything from that day…” David froze, concern darkening his eyes. “Xander… what are you thinking?” “Let me… let me see it all. I need to know why Damian Ratford was the doctor that day and why I needed his authorization before I could access Tatiana's records. Why… why Evelyn… has the same face as Tatiana.” H

Liam stood rigid, eyes locked on the screen of Damian’s phone.The faint glow washed across his face, carving every line into something cold and unreadable.Damian paced the room, fingers dragging through his hair, breath shaking as the pressure rose and spilled over.“What now?” he burst out, voice cracking. “Things are going out of hand, Liam. Completely out of hand.”His hands trembled as he spoke.Liam didn’t look away from the screen.“Calm yourself.”Damian whirled.“Don’t tell me to calm down!” His voice pitched higher—panicked, afraid. “My career is at stake! I should expect the police at my door tomorrow morning—if not now!”The words came out like steam from a boiling kettle.Liam finally lifted his head.Before Damian could launch into another spiral, Liam picked up his phone.“What are you doing?” Damian demanded.“I’m stopping your agitation,” Liam replied, tone unnervingly calm.He turned away slightly, placing the call.Damian watched, pulse racing, as he heard Liam’s l