All Chapters of After The Divorce, He Regretted Everything : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The helicopter smelled like blood.The medic’s hands moved fast, pressing, injecting and adjustingYvonne lay down looking pale on the stretcher.Her lips was dry, the bandages around her ribs were soaked with blood again despite the medic’s effort.“She is losing pressure,” the medic shoutedAdrian gripped her hand harder.“Fix it,” he said. “You have to fix it.”The medic did not look at him.“I am trying,” he replied. “We need a surgical unit now.”Marcus sat across from them, blood was on his sleeve that was not his own. His eyes never left Yvonne He was checking her breathing from time to time.The helicopter was heading towards the nearest international hospital.Adrian leaned closer to her.“Yvonne,” he whispered. “Stay with me.”Her eyelashes did not move.He touched her forehead“You do not get to leave,” he said. “You are not done yelling at me yet.”The medic slid a needle into her arm. The monitor beeped rapidly and then stabilized into a weak, trembling line.Marcus exha

The room did not feel safe anymore, even with guards outside the door, even with doctors moving calmly around her bed.Yvonne felt it the moment she fully woke that the war had followed her into recovery.Her eyes opened slowly and she turned her head slightly.She felt a pain along her ribs, she inhaled suddenly.A hand hold her hands“Easy,” Adrian whispered. “Do not move.”She looked at him.For a moment, memory and present collided. The desert, the gunshot, the boy running and the leader smiling.Her voice came out.“He escaped,” she said.Adrian nodded in disappointment .“Yes,” he replied.Silence filled the room, then she spoke “How long,” she asked.“Six hours,” Marcus answered from the doorway.She turned her head just enough to see him.“You should be resting,” he added.“I will rest when he is caught,” she replied.Marcus almost smiled.“That sounds like you,” he said.The doctor stepped in and checked her vitals.“You should be resting and not discussing like this ” he sa

The city looked different from inside an armored van.Yvonne watched it through thick glass as they moved toward the broadcast center. The street were blocked, fire burned in metal barrels, groups of people stood on corners shouting at passing cars.Some people carried signs with her picture, some carried signs calling her a liar.She felt like she was watching her own funeral and trial at the same time.Inside the van, no one spoke much, the air was filled with tension. Marcus sat across from her, eyes on a tablet that tracked routes and police reports. Adrian sat beside her, his shoulder pressed lightly against her shoulder.“You still have time to stay back,” Adrian said quietly.Yvonne did not look at him.“If I stay back,” she replied, “they will speak for me.”He swallowed.“And if you go,” he said, “they might kill you.”She finally turned to him.“They are already trying,” she said. “At least this way I choose where I stand.”Marcus glanced up.“Two minutes,” he said. “Once

The hallway still smelled like smoke.Water dripped from the ceiling, broken glass crunched under boots, medics rushed carrying the last patients out of the surgical wing.But Yvonne did not move.Her eyes stayed locked on Marcus’s screen.The broadcast kept playing.The leader stood in the center, calm, untouched. The man bleeding on the floor behind her suddenly felt unreal, like a shadow or something untrue.“You cannot kill an idea,” the voice repeated.Behind the speaker, rows of masked figures stood in silence.Identical and waiting.Yvonne felt her ribs hurt with every breath.“This is prerecorded,” Adrian said quickly. “It has to be.”Marcus shook his head.“Live encryption,” he replied. “Real time.”The screen showed a map. Points lit up across cities, not just this one, multiple locations, multiple cells.The message was clear, they were everywhere.The wounded leader on the floor groaned weakly. Security dragged him away in cuffs. He looked small now almost pathetic.Yvon

The room went cold.The man stood at the foot of Yvonne’s bed like he belonged, he dressed like a visitor bringing flowers instead of fire.Security voices shouted outside the hallway. He did not rush, he did not panic.He simply watched her.“You should not be here,” Adrian said, his voice low and dangerous.The man smiled slightly.“And yet,” he replied, “here I am.”The phone on the bedside table still showed flames.Another hospital drowning in smoke, doctors running around and patients crying.Yvonne forced herself to breathe.“Turn it off,” she said.The man turned his head.“Why,” he asked softly. “This is your world. I thought you would want to see it.”Rage rose in her chest.“That is not my world,” she said. “That is yours.”He laughed under his breath.“No,” he corrected. “It is ours. We built it together. You just refuse to admit your part.”Adrian stepped forward.“You touch her again and you are dead,” he said.The man’s eyes flicked to him for the first time.“You love