All Chapters of After The Divorce, He Regretted Everything : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The ambulances arrived one after another.Sirens cut through the night, sharp and urgent, lights flashed across the field, painting the tents in red and white. The sound alone told Yvonne this wave was worse than the last.She moved before anyone called her name.“Trauma teams to the front,” she ordered. “Clear operating tents, prepare for mass intake.”Doctors and nurses rushed into position, stretchers were unloaded. Yvonne stood at the center of it all, her was presence steady, her voice clear.“Tag critical first, airway and bleeding. Move fast.”Adrian watched her for a brief moment before stepping into his role. He coordinated security and logistics, clearing paths, directing vehicles, keeping chaos from swallowing the field.For once, he did not hover near her.He worked and he noticed.Inside the medical tent, Yvonne bent over a young man with severe chest injuries, his breathing was shallow, blood soaked through the bandages too quickly.“Prep for immediate surgery,” she sai

The medical tent was silent except for the steady beep of the monitor.Bright lights shone down on the operating table, reflecting medical metal instruments. The air smelled of disinfectant, outside, guards stood firm, and radios buzzed with low voices.She stood over the patient, hands steady, eyes focused.The man on the table was one of the local authority leaders, the same man who had blocked evacuation routes, the same man who had pressured Zenith and threatened the mission.Now, his life depended on her.“Vitals,” Yvonne said calmly.“Blood pressure unstable,” a nurse replied. “Internal bleeding confirmed.”Yvonne nodded.“Prepare for immediate surgery,” she said.No one questioned her, not even for a second.Adrian stood near the edge of the tent, watching her, he had seen her operate before but this felt different, the weight of power, politics, and personal cost pressed into every second.Yvonne picked up the scalpel.Her shoulder burned, her body screamed for rest but her ha

Morning arrived with tension hanging in the air.The field was awake early, vehicles moved in and out, supplies were checked twice, nurses spoke in low voices. Everyone felt it that something was about to change.Yvonne Carter stood near the landing zone, hands behind her back.She had not slept much.The name Marcus Hale kept returning to her mind, uninvited and persistent. A name from a time before Blake’s Villa, before marriage, before she learned how to endure for love.She had not seen him in years.The sound of an approaching helicopter cut through the air Yvonne did not move, she waited.When the helicopter door opened, a man stepped out. He is tall, broad shoulders with a calm posture.Marcus Hale scanned the field with sharp eyes, taking everything in within seconds. The chaos, the order, the quiet strength holding it together.Then his gaze landed on her, for a moment, he did not move, neither did she.Then Marcus smiled slightly and walked toward her.“Doctor Carter,” he s

Morning light shine slowly across the field, soft but uneasy.Nothing felt the same after the call.Yvonne Carter moved through the tents with her usual calm but inside, her thoughts were restless. Adrian’s warning echoed again and again in her mind, Marcus Hale is part of it.Part of what?.That was the question.She watched Marcus from a distance as he spoke with a logistics team. His posture was relaxed and calm, nothing about him suggested guilt. If anything, he looked exactly like the man she remembered, reliable and focused. That made the doubt worse.Trust once broken never returned the same way, Yvonne knew that better than anyone.She stepped into the command tent and reviewed the night reports again, no new movement, no signals intercepted, the field was quiet, almost too quiet Marcus entered a few minutes later.“How are you?” he asked.“I am fine,” Yvonne replied.He studied her face.“You are thinking,” he said. “That usually means something is wrong.”She did not answer

The field did not sleep that night.Yvonne Carter stood near the satellite unit, watching as security restrained Victor Lang. His suit was wrinkled now and his calm face was gone.“What were you doing,” Yvonne asked.Victor looked at her, then laughed softly.“You already know,” he said. “You just do not want to believe it.”“Answer the question,” she said.“I was protecting Zenith,” Victor replied. “From you.”Marcus stood beside Yvonne, silent but alert.“By hacking our communication line,” Yvonne said. “By contacting outside forces.”Victor shrugged.“Control requires pressure,” he said. “You are too independent, too visible.”Yvonne felt anger rise but she controlled it.“This is a medical mission,” she said. “People are dying out there.”“And power is shifting,” Victor replied. “Do not pretend you do not see it.”She stepped closer.“You crossed a line,” she said. “And you will answer for it.”Victor smiled again.“Not here,” he said. “And not today.”Security led him away.Yvonn