All Chapters of After The Divorce, He Regretted Everything : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The first emergency briefing took place at dawn.The conference room was filled before sunrise, screens lit with maps, medical charts, and satellite images. The atmosphere was no longer calm. It was tense, focused, and sharp.This was no longer planning.This was reality.Yvonne Carter stood at the front of the room, hands resting lightly on the table. Her eyes moved across the faces in front of her. Doctors from different countries, emergency coordinators, logistics teams, security staff.All waiting for direction.“Situation update,” Yvonne said calmly.A coordinator stood and began speaking. “A severe earthquake hit the northern region overnight. Infrastructure damage is extensive, local hospitals are overwhelmed, casualties are rising.”The room grew silent.Yvonne nodded once. “Medical response priority?”“Trauma care, emergency surgeries, infection control, limited resources.”Yvonne looked at the screen. She processed the information quickly.“We deploy the first emergency team

The ground shook like it was tearing apart from the inside.Yvonne lost her balance.She went down on one knee as stones slid past her boots. Dust filled the air again, thick and choking, she could barely see Lena’s face anymore, only her hand, still gripping Yvonne’s sleeve.“Doctor,” Lena cried weakly. “I am scared.”Yvonne swallowed hard.“So am I,” she said honestly. “But we will get out.”She looked around fast.The wood had shifted when the ground cracked, but not enough. The space above Lena’s leg was wider now, but still trapped.Another sound echoed deep below.Not loud but wrong.Yvonne knew that sound.It was the warning before collapse.She pressed her hand against the ground. The vibration was stronger now.They had seconds.Yvonne took a sharp breath and made a choice.“Lena, listen to me,” she said firmly. “I need you to stay awake. Do you understand.”Lena nodded, tears sliding down her dusty face.“I am going to move the wood and when I do, I need you to pull your leg

Morning came slowly.Soft light slipped through the hospital curtains, touching the edges of the room. The machines hummed quietly, steady and calm, unlike the storm inside Yvonne’s chest.She had not slept.Her body was exhausted, but her mind would not rest. The doctor’s words from the night before repeated again and again.They may reconsider your position as lead.Yvonne stared at the ceiling.She had fought too hard to return to this world, she had rebuilt herself piece by piece after the divorce. Being a doctor was not just her career, It was her identity, her proof that she was more than someone’s wife.Losing it now felt unbearable.A soft knock sounded.She turned her head.Adrian stepped in.He looked cleaner than the night before, but no less tired. His eyes looked her face the moment he entered.“You are awake,” he said.“Yes.”“How do you feel.”“Alive,” she answered. “That should be enough.”He nodded slowly and pulled a chair closer to the bed, but did not sit down.“I

Night fell slowly.The hospital room was quiet, outside the window, the rain had stopped. Yvonne sat upright in bed, her back supported by pillows, her injured shoulder carefully secured.Her phone lay on the table beside her.Every second felt heavy.This was worse than the field, worse than chaos and blood and urgency. There, she acted, here, she waited.Waiting had always been her weakest place.She closed her eyes and took a slow breath.No matter the answer, she would face it.A soft knock broke the silence.The door opened.Adrian stepped in.She frowned slightly. “I asked you to leave.”“I know,” he said quietly. “But the board called me.”Her heart jumped. “Why.”“They wanted a financial and risk assessment confirmation,” he said. “Her jaw tightened, “Did you speak for me.”“I spoke about the program,” he replied carefully. “Not you.”She searched his face, trying to find the truth.“You promised you would not interfere.”“I did not interfere,” he said. “I supported the missi

The aftershock passed quickly and the ground settled.Yvonne stood still for a moment, listening.No new alarms, no collapse.She exhaled slowly.“Check all structures,” she said, “Report any damage immediately.”Her voice was calm and controlled, the way a leader’s voice should be.Adrian stepped back, giving her space. He did not touch her again, he did not speak, he only watched as she moved forward, issuing orders, grounding the chaos.This was her world and he was only a part of it.Later that night, the camp quieted. Emergency lights glowed softly, medical teams rotated shifts, patients slept under thin blankets, breathing shallow but steady.Yvonne sat alone inside the a tent, reviewing reports.Her shoulder hurt and her head ache but she ignored both.A soft knock came at the entrance.“Come in,” she said.Adrian stepped inside.“You should be resting,” he said.“So should you,” she replied without looking up.He moved closer and stopped across from her.“The patient you opera