All Chapters of WHISPERS OF A HIDDEN HEART: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

Two hours later, Sandra slowly regained consciousness. Disoriented, she blinked a few times before realizing there was an oxygen mask on her face. She removed it weakly and looked around, confusion clouding her eyes. Beside her, Clark was slumped in a chair, fast asleep still holding her hand as if afraid to let go.She sat up slowly, her head throbbing. The scent of antiseptic filled her nose, and the white curtains around her told her she was in a clinic.“W-What happened? Why am I here?” she murmured in confusion, her voice hoarse.The slight sound of her voice stirred Clark awake. He blinked, disoriented for a second then, upon realizing she was awake, his eyes widened in relief.“Sandra…” he breathed, voice trembling with emotion.Before she could say another word, he leaned forward and pulled her into a tight, desperate embrace.“How are you feeling?” Clark asked gently, patting her back.Her eyes widened as flashes of what had happened came rushing back to her…the song, the chi

When Sandra returned to her unit, she closed the door behind her with a weary sigh. The weight of the night pressed down on her shoulders as she sank onto the couch and buried her face in her hands. It wasn’t supposed to be time for her to leave...not yet. But lately, it felt as though misfortune had been following her footsteps, one after another, as if she were the very cause of it all.After a moment, she rose and walked to her room. The soft glow of her desk lamp illuminated the scattered pages of her unfinished manuscript. She picked up one sheet and read through the lines in silence. A deep sigh escaped her lips. One that carried exhaustion, regret, and something she could no longer name.Once again, she had a story that would never find its ending.The doorbell rang.Listlessly, she opened the door. She gasped when Jerome suddenly pushed it wide and strode inside without a word.He turned to face her, his face flushed and his breathing uneven. “Don’t leave!” he burst out. “I’ll

"Please, I need to talk to Jessica!" Sandra pleaded, desperation lacing her voice as the employees blocked her way to the office.“You can’t just barge in here, Miss!” Mylene snapped, clearly losing her patience. “Miss Jessica doesn’t see just anyone. If you want to speak with her, you’ll have to set an appointment first!”“I said let me in! Jessica, talk to me!” Sandra shouted, struggling to push past the hands restraining her.“Let her in!” Jessica’s voice finally rang out after a few tense moments of commotion outside.Everyone turned their heads toward Jessica, who now stood on the loft, looking down at the commotion below. Her expression was grave, her arms crossed firmly over her chest.Sandra met her gaze fearlessly, her steps loud and deliberate as she approached the desk. Jessica had let the chaos unfold before allowing her in and that alone stung.“Did you hesitate to let me in because you were afraid I’d bring up what you did at the foundation?” she asked with a faint, mock

“Mom, please… just this once, grant me this chance. Let me be the one you listen to,” Jessica pleaded, her voice soft yet desperate.“I’ve told you countless times, I don’t want anything to do with that noisy world of yours,” Marta replied stubbornly, her tone sharp as the sound of dishes clinking under running water.The older woman still lived in the ancestral house Sandra had inherited. You’d never guess she had a daughter who was both a millionaire and a celebrity. Dressed in a simple housedress and apron, she went about cleaning the house, her hair tied neatly in a bun, with not a single trace of luxury on her.“Mom, this has nothing to do with the world you keep talking about. This is about the man your daughter loves.”“Love?” Marta scoffed. “Did that man ever love you for who you truly are?”“Jerome loves me, Mom. And he’s not the kind of man you think he is.”Marta let out a bitter smirk. “I know everything, Jessica. I know how your relationship with that famous man began. Wa