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Chapter 11

As I finish my resignation I head to Ethan's office This floor was quieter than the rest of the building. Glass-walled offices lined the halls; beyond them, the city stretched out in a sprawling sea of buildings and traffic. Only a handful of people worked here—executives, directors, senior partners. Ethan’s office sat at the far end. Mine was just a few doors away. We’d always shared this floor. Not because I was tied to him. Not because he’d handed me my position. And certainly not because I needed his name to build my career. I was head of this firm because I’d earned it. Years of relentless work had gone into that title—endless nights, grueling cases, back-to-back meetings, decisions that could make or break the firm. I’d built my reputation through my own effort, fought every step to be taken seriously. I belonged here. I belonged in that office. Yet today, I felt as if I belonged nowhere at all. Least of all beside him. I glanced down at the letter in

Chapter 12

I made it back to my office, the door clicking shut behind me like a lock on everything I’d just left behind. I stood frozen one heartbeat too long—then my chest caved in, air catching sharp and ragged. I stumbled to my desk and sank into my chair, knees gone weak, vision stinging hot. Every breath hurts, like breathing in shards of glass. I should be thinking about wedding dates. Dress fittings. Seating charts. Not shaking in my own office because a man who isn’t my fiancé just looked at me like I belonged entirely to him. I hunched forward, elbows braced on my knees, hands pressed tight over my mouth to muffle the sound clawing up my throat. What am I doing? What is happening to me? My breathing fractured—shallow, uneven, desperate. Tears spilled before I could stop them, hot and humiliating. Marco’s face rose clear in my mind: steady, safe, sure. Then Ethan’s voice echoed—I’m not letting you go—and my heart twisted so sharply I didn’t know which life was mine anymore.

Chapter 13

Ethan's Pov Everyone moved at once—but nothing moved fast enough. I saw her slump, saw Mia cry out, and I was already shoving through the glass doors, people scattering in my wake. The world narrowed to only her—pale, motionless, slipping away right in front of me. I dropped to my knees, swept her up into my arms, and stood—her weight solid against my chest, too still, too quiet. “Get out of my way.” I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. The words came low, sharp, dangerous—like a warning. And everyone saw it. The staff who’d rushed out. The strangers pulling out phones. Everyone froze. They saw me—Ethan Vane, their CEO, the man who was always composed, always controlled—face hard as granite, jaw locked tight, eyes blazing with a terrifying, unmasked fear. They saw the way I held her: not like a colleague, not like an employee, but like something precious, something irreplaceable. Arms cradling her close, one hand cupping the back of her head, protective, desperate, utterly

Chapter 14

Marco stayed with me until the sky outside the hospital window turned a muted gray, exhaustion etched like bruises beneath his eyes. He barely blinked each time the machines beeped, each time I shifted, like even the smallest movement might mean I was slipping away. But duty tugged at him—calls he had to answer, responsibilities he couldn’t ignore. With a reluctant squeeze to my hand, he promised he’d be back soon. “Rest, love. I won’t be long.” The door clicked shut, and suddenly the room swallowed itself in silence. Heavy. Still. I stared at the ceiling, every word I’d overheard still echoing clear and sharp in my mind. I knew. I knew everything. But I held it tight—deep, quiet, unspoken. The doctor had said rest. No stress. No overwhelming emotion. And I meant to do exactly that. I would not break. Not here. Not now. Then the door opened again. Ethan. He stepped inside quietly, arms loaded with fresh food, fruits, water, vitamins—everything he could think

Chapter 15

The decision was already made. I was leaving. Not immediately. Not while I was still lying in a hospital bed with nurses checking on me every few hours and doctors reminding me that I needed rest. But soon. I had already started preparing in my head. Every detail. Every possibility. Every way I could disappear without giving anyone enough time to stop me. For days, I played the part everyone expected me to play. I rested. I ate. I took my vitamins. I smiled when someone asked how I was feeling. I listened when the doctors told me to avoid stress. And whenever Ethan came, I let him believe that I was simply recovering. I didn't tell him about my plans. I didn't tell Marco either. No one knew. But there was one thing I couldn't leave behind. My family. My parents were in Switzerland. They had been living there for years, and despite the distance between us, they had always been there. Or at least, that was what the messages and photographs told me. I knew them. I

Chapter 16

When the room fell quiet again, I let my head sink back into the pillow and breathed in slow, shaky breaths—trying to untangle everything knotted inside me. It wasn’t Ethan’s fault. I knew that, clear and sure. He hadn’t lied. He hadn’t hidden me from myself. If anything, I was the one hurting him—walking away, shutting him out, acting like none of it mattered when I could see how much every word cost him. That stung worst of all: knowing I was the one causing him pain, the man who’d loved me faithfully all these years, and I had to push him away anyway. But Marco… My heart twisted. He’d lied. He’d kept the truth locked up, built our whole life on silence. And yet—he’d been there. Every single day. When I woke up scared and confused, he was the face I knew. He held me when I cried, remembered my coffee order, stayed up with me through nightmares I couldn’t place. He’d cared for me. Protected me. Loved me in the only way he knew how—even if it was built on something stolen. I di

chapter 17

It had been a few days since I arrived in Switzerland. I still haven't started working. And for once, I didn't feel guilty about it. I didn't need to. I had enough savings to live comfortably while I figured out what I wanted to do next. After everything that had happened in Manila, the last thing I wanted was to immediately throw myself into another routine. I needed time. Time to breathe. Time to adjust. Time to understand what my life was supposed to look like now. My parents understood. They never pressured me to find a job or make a decision. Papa had even told me that I could take as much time as I needed. “You don't have to rush into anything,” he said one morning over breakfast. “You've spent years surviving. It's time you learned how to live.” Those words had stayed with me. Besides, my parents were more than capable of supporting me. Over the years, they had built a successful business that had grown into several companies across Europe and Asia. They had prope

Chapter 18

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of soft footsteps outside my bedroom. For a few seconds, I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. Then I remembered. Switzerland. My parents. And the baby. I slowly placed a hand over my stomach. A small smile appeared on my lips. My baby. The thought still felt strange. Beautiful. Almost impossible to believe. I had spent so much time being afraid of what the pregnancy meant that I had forgotten to simply be happy about it. A soft knock came from the door. “Come in.” The door opened. Mama stepped inside carrying a tray. “Good morning, darling.” “Good morning.” She placed the tray on the small table beside my bed. There was toast, fresh fruit, eggs, and a glass of warm milk. I stared at it. “Mama…” She smiled. “You need to eat.” “I can eat by myself.” “I know.” She pulled the chair closer to the bed. “But I'm your mother. Let me spoil you.” I laughed softly. “You're already spoiling me.” “Good.” Sh

Chapter 19

After my first appointment with Dr. Moreau, my life slowly settled into a new routine. I still wasn't working a regular job. But that didn't mean I spent my days doing nothing. If anything, I found myself becoming more involved with my parents' businesses. It started casually. Papa would bring his laptop to the breakfast table and ask for my opinion on something. Mama would ask me to review a presentation or look over a proposal. Then, little by little, I started joining them at the office. My parents' main company operated under a private holding group. They had built it over decades, starting with a small investment business before expanding into several industries across Switzerland and Europe. Their portfolio included luxury hotels and resorts, commercial and residential properties, private investments, and a high-end Swiss watch and jewelry company. They also had interests in precision manufacturing and technology companies. It was much bigger than I had imagined. And

Chapter 20

Of course. I’ll revise the entire chapter so the search is connected to the Philippines, not specifically Manila, while keeping the flow, suspense, Ethan and Marco’s search, and Katya’s recovering memories. The Life No One Could Find I knew I couldn't stay careless. Switzerland was far from the Philippines, but distance had never stopped people from finding what they were looking for. Especially people like Ethan. And Marco. I knew them both well enough to understand that neither of them would simply accept that I was gone. Ethan would look for me. Marco would too. Maybe for different reasons. Maybe with different intentions. But they would search. And I wasn't ready for either of them to find me. Not yet. So I made a decision. If I was going to stay in Switzerland, I needed to protect the life I was building here. I didn't disappear completely. That would have raised questions. Instead, I became quiet. I stopped appearing publicly whenever it wasn't necessary. I ke

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