บททั้งหมดของ The Bet That Ruined Us : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

[ANGEL'S HOSPITAL ROOM - 2:00 AM] The doctor had been clear about Ayven's room. No visitors. No noise. No stimulation of any kind. His body needed absolute rest to have any chance at what came next and Grayson standing at the window looking in at his unconscious son was the closest the rules allowed, so that was what Grayson did for two hours before he made himself move. He went to Angel's room on the pediatric floor instead. Third floor. Private room with its own bathroom and a security guard outside the door who straightened when Grayson came down the corridor and then relaxed when he understood this was not a threat but just a father. Angel was asleep. The doctors had sedated her hours ago after her examination because she had not been able to stop screaming for Ayven, could not stop the panic attacks from coming one after another, could not be reached through any of the ordinary means of comfort, her body too flooded with adrenaline and terror to find its way back down on its o

Hey Ink Lovers 🌸💕Please be aware that any medication, drugs, medical treatments, procedures, or anything related to them mentioned in this book are strictly for fictional purposes and are part of the storyline.Some things may not be medically accurate, so please don’t take anything mentioned here as medical advice or try to recreate anything you read in the book. 😂It’s fiction, babes. Let’s keep it that way. Purple Hearts 💜 [CITY GENERAL HOSPITAL - MORNING]Grayson left the car running at the entrance and did not look back at it.He pushed through the automatic doors and crossed the lobby and reached the reception desk. The nurse behind it looked up and he was already talking before she had fully registered he was there."Angel Cross. My daughter. Where is she?"She pulled something up on her screen and looked at it and her face arranged itself into the particular careful neutrality of someone managing information before releasing it."Third floor, sir. Pediatric ward."He w

[VINCENT'S ESTATE - SAME MORNING]The kitchen smelled like butter and eggs.Shayla had eaten most of what Vincent brought her. Not because her stomach wanted it but because she had made a decision somewhere in the middle of the night while lying awake with her hands flat on her belly that whatever she was feeling was not going to be something she passed on to this child. So she had eaten the toast and the eggs and drunk the orange juice and now she sat at the kitchen table with a mug of warm water and lemon because the smell of coffee was making her nauseous and she was trying to be honest with her body about what it could manage this morning.Vincent came back into the kitchen and stopped when he saw her still sitting there."You should try to sleep," he said. "Even just an hour. The baby needs you to rest even if your head will not let you.""Every time I close my eyes I see him on the floor of that warehouse," Shayla said. She was looking at the mug. "The blood on his shirt. The wa

[GRAYSON CROSS MANSION - LATE AFTERNOON]The security guard at the gate recognized her before she finished rolling down the window and waved her through without making her wait, which told her that Grayson had never removed her from the approved entry list. She did not know why that particular detail landed the way it did, somewhere in the center of her chest, quiet and certain.The cab pulled up to the front of the mansion and she paid the driver and got out and stood there for a moment looking at the house.Everything was exactly as she remembered it. The stone facade. The large windows. The garden that Matthew kept immaculate regardless of who was or was not in residence. She had stood in front of this house on the worst night of her life and walked inside it and somehow it had become the place she thought about when she thought about home. She had not understood that until she left it.She walked to the front door. The security guard posted there opened it for her without being as

[FIVE STAR DINING HOUSE - 7:30 PM]Wendy had chosen the green silk dress deliberately.Not because she was trying to be obvious about it. She knew herself well enough to know the difference between dressing for someone and dressing as someone, and this was the first thing. Vincent had always noticed green. Not in the way men noticed things to comment on them, but in the smaller quieter way of someone who registered beauty without making a performance of registering it. She had watched him do it enough times to know it was real.She had been sitting at the table for thirty minutes when the waiter came to refill her water for the third time and asked if she would like to order something while she waited. She told him no. She told him her guest was on his way.The restaurant was the kind of place where the lighting was warm enough that everyone looked like the best version of themselves. The kind of place where the sound of other people's conversations was present but distant, a low plea