Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Wife On Paper : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Eliora's POV The hospital corridor felt like it was narrowing, the pale green walls closing in as the weight of Drew’s words settled over us. Kian. The name alone was enough to make the air in my lungs turn to lead.Zoey was the first to move, stepping toward Drew with her hands out as if she could physically push the suggestion back into his mouth. "You can't be serious," she hissed, her voice a sharp whisper that vibrated with protective fury. "You want Kian to find out about him like this? In this state? After everything he’s done, after the way he just treated her? Come on, Drew. Think."Drew didn't flinch. He stood his ground, his silhouette dark against the bright, sterile lights of the vending machines behind him. He didn't look at Zoey. His gaze was fixed entirely on me, cold, clinical, and devastatingly honest."Then what are you going to do, Zoey?" he asked, his voice echoing off the linoleum. "Are you going to stand here and watch the boy's levels drop to zero? Are you goi

Kian's POV "Where is he?"My voice didn't even sound like mine. It was a jagged, hollow sound that tore through the sterile quiet of the pediatric wing. The nurses gave me a weird look but I didn't care. I didn't wait for an answer from the nurse at the station. I was moving on instinct, my expensive Italian shoes skidding on the polished linoleum making a squeaky noise that made me sick to my stomach.My eyes caught them at the end of the hall. Zoey, Drew and Margaret… People who knew more about my life than I did.Drew stood like a sentinel, his jaw tight, his eyes avoiding mine the second they made contact. Beside him was Zoey, her face streaked with tears and a look of pure, unadulterated loathing directed straight at me. And Margaret, the woman I’d seen in the background of Eliora’s life for years, my son's nanny, was sitting on a plastic chair, her head in her hands."Kian," Drew said, stepping forward to block my path."Don't," I rasped, pointing a finger at his chest. "Don't

Eliora's POV “You might not want to hear this but I think he still likes you, Eliora.” Zoey whispered, leaning in close, her breath warm against my ear in the freezing hallway. “Come to think of it, you guys never got the closure that you needed. You know Kian just–”“Can we not?” I rubbed my temples, the skin there feeling paper-thin and raw. “My son is in surgery. My ex-husband is being used as a human pincushion. I can’t deal with Julian’s feelings right now.” I whispered-yelled at her, my voice cracking under the weight of the overhead lights.“You’re going to have to deal with them eventually,” Zoey said, her tone softening as she grabbed my hand. Her palm was the only warm thing in this entire building. “Especially now that Kian knows the truth. The storm is just starting, honey.”“I know,” I sighed, looking back at the red ICU light. It felt like an unblinking eye, judging me. “I know.”"Do you think Kian will ever forgive me?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could

Eliora's POV "What is the meaning of this, Elijah? How dare you steal from me?"The heavy oak door to his office slammed against the wall with a crack that sounded like a gunshot. I didn't wait for him to look up. I marched to his desk and hurled the bank statements, the proof of my financial execution, directly at his face. The papers fluttered like dying white birds, scattering across his polished glass desk and the expensive Persian rug.Elijah didn't flinch. He sat there, perfectly composed in his slate-gray suit, watching a single sheet of paper drift onto his lap."Eliora," he said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "You should have called. I would have sent a car for you.""A car? With what money, Elijah?" I leaned over the desk, my hands trembling as I pressed them into the glass. "The bank manager told me. It wasn't my mother. It wasn't a random person. It was you?” It sounded more like a question than a statement.“You’re the one who flagged my accounts for suspicious activity.

Kian's POV The antiseptic tang of the ICU was starting to taste like failure.I leaned my head back against the thin hospital pillow, closing my eyes, but the image was burned into my retinas: Ezra’s messy curls, his small hand wrapped around my thumb, and Eliora standing there with that look of shattered hope in her eyes.I wanted to reach for her. Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to pull her into my arms until our heartbeats synced. I wanted to kiss the guilt right off her lips.But then I remembered the two years of silence. The two years of a life she had kept away from me, making wonder if I was that much of a monster for her to keep my son away from me.The anger was a cold, steady hum in my bones, competing with the literal ache where they’d drilled for the marrow. I didn't know how to turn it off. If I stopped being angry, I’d have to start being broken, and I wasn't ready for that."I’m a father."The words slipped out, a rough whisper that bounced off the sterile w