บททั้งหมดของ My Ex-husband Wants me Back: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Dylan insisted on driving Alicia back to Emily’s place.“But you need to find your way home. I can get a ride from here,” Alicia said as they stepped out of the restaurant.“It’s already late,” he said, easing the car onto the road. “And since you’re staying with Emily to take care of her, I might as well use the chance to see her too. I haven’t checked on her since you told me she wasn’t feeling well.”Alicia smiled faintly. “Okay, that’s fine. Emily will be glad to see you. She’s been restless staying indoors.”The city lights streamed past the windows as they drove, the hum of the engine filling the brief silence between them. The weight of their earlier conversation lingered, but it had softened into something more comfortable, more careful.Alicia rested her head lightly against the seat, letting her thoughts drift.They had gone almost half a mile when her eyes suddenly sharpened.Her gaze snapped toward the sidewalk ahead, and her breath caught in her chest.They were approachin

Nathan instructed that a board meeting should be announced to be held immediately after the lunch break.The office cafeteria hummed with lunchtime chatter. The scent of warm meals lingered in the air as staff filtered in and out, laughing, complaining, and exchanging casual stories that had nothing to do with deadlines or balance sheets.The accountant dropped his tray onto the table across from Jack with a tired sigh.“Man… today has been something else,” he muttered, loosening his tie slightly.Jack looked up from his phone. “Already stressed and it’s barely noon?”The accountant shook his head and picked up his fork. “You have no idea.”Jack took a sip of his drink. “What happened?”The accountant leaned in slightly, lowering his voice out of habit. “The boss came down personally this morning. Some purchase records are missing again.”Jack froze for half a second.Again?He masked it quickly by reaching for his food. “Missing how?”“The files for the last building materials delive

The hospital lights were too bright.Alicia paced the narrow waiting area outside the doctor’s office, her arms folded tightly against her chest. Her bag rested forgotten on the chair beside her. Every few seconds, she glanced toward the closed door, her heart still racing from the frantic drive over.Emily’s pale face kept flashing in her mind. The way her body had felt limp in her arms. The panic in her own voice as she shouted for help at the emergency entrance.Twenty minutes passed.Maybe thirty.Every minute stretched.Finally, the door opened.A woman in a white coat stepped out, holding a file. Her expression was calm but serious.“Miss Alicia?” she asked.Alicia moved toward her immediately. “Yes. How is she? Is Emily okay?”“Please, come inside,” the doctor said gently.Alicia followed her into the office and sat across from the desk, gripping her fingers together to keep them steady.The doctor glanced at the file. “Before I explain, I need to ask. Has Emily been under any

A soft knock came again at the door of the ward.The nurse stepped inside and scanned the room before her eyes landed on Alicia. “Miss. Alicia? The doctor would like to see you.”Alicia’s heart skipped. She rose immediately, casting one last glance at Emily, still asleep, her features calmer now than they had been hours ago. Alicia followed the nurse down the corridor, every step heavy with anticipation.The doctor was waiting near the nurses’ station, her expression professional but gentle.“She’s stable,” she began, before Alicia could speak. “But given the emotional stress involved and the unprescribed medication in her system, we’d like to keep her under observation for a while. Just to monitor her recovery closely.”Alicia nodded slowly, her hands clasped together. “How long?”“At least overnight. Possibly a little longer, depending on how she responds.” She paused. “You’ve been here for hours. You should go home, get some rest. We’ll call you immediately if there’s any change.

Vin did not remember falling asleep.One minute, he was kissing her like he was trying to erase something. The next, his body gave in.Now he lay sprawled across the bed, one arm hanging loosely off the edge, breathing deep and heavy.Melvina sat up slowly.The playful smile she had worn earlier was gone.She studied him for a moment.“Vin,” she called softly.No response.She leaned closer, brushed her fingers over his shoulder, then shook him slightly.Nothing.His breathing didn’t change.Her eyes flicked to the half-empty wine bottle on the nightstand.Then back to him.A small exhale left her lips. Not relief. Not guilt either. Just confirmation.She slipped out of the bed carefully, making sure the mattress didn’t shift too much. Vin didn’t move.Of course he didn’t.She walked around the room and picked up his phone from where he had dropped it earlier. It took her two tries to unlock it. Her fingers were slightly damp.For a second, she just stared at the screen.This wasn’t w