บททั้งหมดของ Come With Me, Rejected Wife: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The search for Arabella extended in all directions. It was as if the earth had swallowed her, and that only intensified Eduard's desperation, even more so because of her condition. He spared no resources: he deployed his entire team, activated contacts, and set up the mansion as the operations center.Arabella 's father arrived at the house, alone. Neither Maria nor Lauren joined the effort. For them, Arabella 's disappearance was almost a relief; a silent way to get her out of their lives for good.Pandora was present, along with some close friends, like Caleb, who had also joined the search with growing unease.Mr. Hopkins remained seated on the sofa, his hands trembling on his knees. He looked up, completely overwhelmed with guilt."This is my fault..." he murmured. "I was the one who forced her to marry you, Hostings. Maybe... maybe my daughter ran away from this marriage."Eduard approached and gave him a firm pat on the back."Don't say that. Everything was going well between

Arabella clearly perceived what was happening between Mariana and Nicholas. She didn't need more proof: there was no love between them, only manipulation and resentment.Nicholas pushed her violently onto an old sofa, while he began to unbutton his pants with anxious hands."Arabella , my dear... you're so damned desirable. Now I understand why you have two men crazy about you." He looked at her with lust and mockery, but she didn't flinch."Are you aware of what could happen to you if you touch me?" Arabella asked him firmly."Nothing is going to happen to me." Nicholas smiled with arrogance. "Everything is under control. The money is going to come to us like rice, but first, I'm going to have some fun with you, I definitely can't pass up this opportunity, you are, oh, my dear!"Arabella took two steps back, nervous, but she was trying to buy time."Do you still trust that bitch Mariana? You shouldn't. She only knows how to betray. She cares more about her own skin than anyone els

The van stopped hard. The screech of the tires on the gravel cut the tense air surrounding the warehouse. Christian took a couple of steps forward. His men raised their weapons, alert, but they didn't shoot.Eduard descended calmly. He was holding the briefcase with the money.Christian greeted him with a sarcastic smirk."You're just in time, brother.""I'm not your brother. Where's Arabella ?" he replied dryly, looking around. Then his eyes met hers, through the bars."There she is." Christian pointed with his chin."Eduard..." Arabella could barely pronounce his name, her voice broke."Arabella , my darling," he paled when he saw her. His world cracked. "Let her go, you imbecile! Let her out immediately!"Christian raised his gun and looked at the briefcase."Money first.""You bastard..." Eduard clenched his teeth and threw the briefcase to one of the men. The accomplice opened it, and upon seeing the contents, he smiled along with the others."Mariana! Bring her," Christian orde

The hospital was cold, even when the sun filtered through the large windows. Arabella settled into the same chair every morning next to Eduard's bed, with a tight heart and a silent hope clinging to her lips. The room was permeated with that disinfectant smell that never left, and the stillness of the place weighed like lead. Even so, she remained there, unmoving, loyal.Ever since Pandora convinced her not to sink into sadness or guilt, Arabella had decided she would not move from the hospital. Although she had returned home, she came back to the hospital every morning to see him; her place was by his side. She would take care of him, talk to him, and wait for him, even if whole days went by without his eyes opening.The cold of his absence was felt in every corner. Eduard's silence was worse than any scream. Sometimes, she would extend her hand to caress his, looking for some sign of a reaction, a minimal signal that he was still there, fighting."Good morning, my love," she would

Arabella seemed to have lost her mind.She carefully arranged the sheets, smoothing the folds with her fingertips. Then, with a swift movement, she pulled back the curtains and let the morning light flood the room."It's time to wake up, Mr. Hostings," she murmured with a tired smile, though he remained the same, motionless, with a serene face.She sat down beside him and took his hand, as she did every day for more than two months. Her rounded belly rested gently against the bed, and she caressed it tenderly."You know what? It moved today. Just when Antonia made your favorite stew, it almost made me cry. It seems our son likes it, too."Arabella was devoted, but she had completely forgotten about the outside world, her world, and had clung to that hospital bed as if it were the only thing that existed in her life."And don't look at me like that, Eduard. I know I have to go for my check-up, don't remind me again." Her voice broke; at times, her chest lost hope.But in reality, it