All Chapters of The Final Goodbye : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alex rolled over lazily on the damp sheet until his shoulder bumped against another body. For a moment he lay there, the sunlight sliding across the room like a hand waking the house. Then alarm pricked through his fog. He sat upright so fast his head spun, the world tilting for a second. There was a figure at his side, a warm body curled close, and for a beat his brain refused to place who it was.His heart kicked. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and nearly fell, then scrambled to his feet, a laugh of disbelief stuck in his throat. The sight of bare skin made him feel like a schoolboy caught in mischief. Curiosity and dread pulled him back around the mattress. He peered over the sleeping form and felt his knees go loose. It was Eva, Eva Mendes, her hair thrown across the pillow like a dark flag, her breathing even, her lashes resting against her cheek. Where had the time gone? How had he fallen asleep like that, with her? A ridiculous, high-pitched sound left him, h

Amara hurried down the hallway, clutching a small box wrapped neatly with a red ribbon. Her heart beat fast, excitement written on her face. She had spent the whole morning preparing the little gift, and now she was eager to surprise Alex in the living room. But just as she reached the staircase, she froze. Voices floated from below - familiar ones. She slowed her pace, each step lighter than the last until she stood still, hidden in the shadow of the upper floor.James’s voice carried first, sharp with frustration. “Alex, this thing you’re doing is not good at all. How can you keep treating Amara this way? Even when Eva abandoned you for another man, Amara stood by you. She never left your side, she even married you despite everything. Do you not see the love in that?”Amara’s heart tightened at James’s words. She held the box closer to her chest, her breathing shallow.Alex’s scoff cut through the room like a blade. “James, you worry too much. I never wanted this marriage in the

Even though Eva’s face twitched at the sound of Amara’s name, she forced herself to stay calm. Her lips stretched into a polished smile, her voice soft like honey. She refused to allow irritation spoil the moment she had carefully created.“Alex babe,” she cooed, setting the flask neatly on the table, “I brought lunch. You should open it.”Alex didn’t even raise his eyes to meet hers. His voice came flat, heavy, uninterested. “Not interested.”The silence that followed thickened the room. Daniel, his assistant, shifted awkwardly by the door. He had sensed enough. Clearing his throat with a polite cough, he stepped forward. “Sir, I’ll excuse you now,” he said, his eyes darting briefly towards Eva before bowing slightly. Without waiting for a reply, he slipped out, closing the door gently behind him.Eva’s smile fell the instant the door clicked shut. Her jaw tightened, fury sparking in her eyes. But within seconds, she masked it with another carefully painted smile. She dragged the

The evening was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against the ears and made a man restless. From the hospital’s topmost floor, the whole city sprawled beneath the fading sky. The clouds hung low and heavy, painted with streaks of orange and grey, drifting slowly like tired wanderers. On that lonely rooftop, Alex sat in a wheelchair, his back bent, his face hollow.In his hand, he gripped a glass of whiskey, his fingers trembling slightly with every rise and fall. The half-empty bottle rested on the tiled ground beside him, tilted as though it, too, had grown weary of standing upright. His eyes were half-closed, his lips parted, his body sagging into the chair like a man at the edge of both sleep and life.The wind brushed past, cool but sharp, tugging lightly at his clothes. For anyone else, the rooftop view would have been breathtaking. But Alex saw none of that. His eyes stared through the horizon, unfocused, his mind far from the beauty around him.Then he saw her.Amara.

Daniel was still panting, his shirt damp from sweat, his chest rising and falling heavily. He clutched the file in his hand as though it carried life itself.“Dr. Spencer,” he said, forcing his words through the breaths, “a record shows she’s been receiving private medication from Dr. Kelvin. She was here, in this very hospital. And… she just left yesterday.”Alex, still pale from his earlier attack, jolted upright in bed, eyes bulging like a man who had been pulled out of a grave. His voice shook, yet it carried raw conviction.“I knew it!” he shouted, pointing a trembling finger at James. “I knew she’s alive. All of this; her funeral, the ashes, the papers, it’s all punishment. She’s punishing me, James. Amara is alive!”James clenched his jaw, his eyes darting to Daniel. A subtle shake of his head, a quiet signal, told the young man to stop feeding Alex’s desperation. Daniel lowered his gaze, biting his lip, uncertain if he’d already said too much.James bent closer, his voice fi