All Chapters of Come With Me, Rejected Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Mariana looked at herself in the mirror with the same coldness with which a crime is plotted. She adjusted her surgical cap, tightened her mask, and hid the stolen uniform that had allowed her to infiltrate as part of the hospital's auxiliary staff under her surgical gown. Her gaze, lit by hatred, did not waver. She had come too far to turn back.She had prepared for months. She had followed Arabella 's every move even in exile, using a fake identity, traveling from city to city until she was certain of every detail: the name of the gynecologist, the hospital, the room number. She knew everything. And now, with Eduard recovered and Arabella about to give birth, the time had come to execute her final plan.In the pre-delivery room, Arabella trembled with pain. The contractions were getting more and more intense, but her body wasn't responding as it should. She was pale, soaked in sweat, and breathing with difficulty."Where is my husband?" she whimpered, barely audible. "Please... I

Fernando drove for a couple of hours without stopping. The city lights were left behind, replaced by roads leading to the outskirts. Night was falling. The air inside the van was thick, heavy with the baby's incessant crying, plunging Mariana into despair and impatience."Damn it! She won't shut up! What are we going to do?" she shouted, putting her hands to her head."It's obvious," Fernando muttered, looking in the rearview mirror with irritation. "She's a newborn! She's hungry, cold, she needs diapers... care. Don't you know how to take care of a baby? You're supposed to be a mother!""Yes, but not like this!" Mariana said, her voice trembling, barely able to look at the little one wrapped in blankets. The baby cried with a strength that seemed to contradict her fragility. "What if she dies on us?"Fernando slammed on the brakes when he saw an old gas station open in the middle of nowhere. The van screeched before stopping in front of the small shop."She's not going to die," he sa

Arabella slowly opened her eyes. The dim light of the room forced her to blink several times before she could focus. Her body was sore from the C-section, and her mind was very scattered.The first thing she saw was a white ceiling, then a shadow moving beside her. Pandora was there, sitting in a chair, with her elbows on her knees and her hands clasped."Hello..." Pandora said, forcing a smile with just the corner of her lips.Arabella tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in her abdomen forced her to gasp."What... what are you doing here so early?" she asked, her voice weak and hoarse.Pandora hesitated. She wasn't looking directly at her; her gaze was lowered. It was difficult for Arabella to see her expression."I came... I came as soon as they told me you had woken up," she replied, but her voice trembled, and Arabella noticed.An uncomfortable silence fell. Arabella began to look around. The room was empty. Too empty for a family who just had their first child."Where...?" she

The call ended, and just a few seconds later, Eduard's phone screen lit up with an incoming message. He opened it."Tomorrow, at exactly 9:00 a.m. Leave the city on the old southern route. You'll reach a crossroads, take the narrow dirt path that goes up the hill. Don't stop, don't call, don't bring anyone, and don't even think about alerting the police. Don't deviate a single foot, because I know how to count every step. If you're late, if I see anything strange... you won't see your daughter again. Bring comfortable clothes. And your bags."The tone of the message was so calculated, so obsessive, that it seemed like a military order. Eduard still couldn't believe it was her who was orchestrating everything. Most of all, he still couldn't understand a valid reason.Eduard took a deep breath, feeling his heart pound against his chest. He turned around abruptly and drove back to the police station."It's a psychological game," the commissioner said after reading the message several tim

"CELESTE!" the commissioner shouted, and she turned automatically. The man aimed his gun at her. "You're not going to get away with this." His men began to advance toward the plane."Is that all you've got?" he said in a dry voice, not taking his eyes off her. "Because honestly, I expected more.""You're an idiot, commissioner. If you do anything stupid, I'll shoot the baby. After all, she's the only one you care about. Isn't that right?"Celeste, with her hair plastered to her face with sweat, tightened her jaw. She held the gun as if it were an extension of her own body, but she wasn't pointing it at the commissioner... instead, she turned toward the plane and aimed it at the little one the nurse was holding. Her gaze was defiant, and her finger, on the trigger, didn't waver.Eduard was a few feet away, immobile. Every muscle in his body was screaming to move, but any false step could mean the end for the baby. His dark eyes burned with a single goal: to get her out of there alive.