All Chapters of I Faked My Death to Destroy My Husband: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Isabella’s POVDante was there, on his knees.And he wasn't alone.I held my breath, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the corridor. Standing directly in front of the terrifying, tall man was a tiny little girl.She looked no older than six to seven. She was wearing light pink silk pajamas with dark curls spilled over her little shoulders. Panic instantly flared in my chest. What was a child doing in a place like this? Was she safe with him? He looked like a killer. He looked like the kind of man my father used to make people disappear.But as I watched them, the panic slowly turned into utter confusion.He reached out with shaking hands and gently tucked a stray curl behind the little girl's ear. The tenderness in the gesture was so raw, so completely out of place on a man who looked like a walking nightmare, that it made my heart stutter in my chest.The little girl was clutching something in her hands. She looked up at him, her dark eyes wide and serious. Dante said somethi

Dante’s POV"Thank you, Chiara.” I murmured. "I will trust you."I carefully lowered my arms, transferring my sleeping son back into her warm embrace. As soon as he was safely tucked against her chest, I felt empty again."Keep them safe.” I ordered quietly, my voice hardening as I glanced down the hall toward the armed guards stationed at the elevators."Of course." Chiara nodded. She pulled the baby a little tighter to her chest. "Go back to her, Dante."I turned away and walked back down the dim corridor.When I stepped into the quiet medical suite, I walked past the sleeping Irene and moved straight to the armchair in the darkest corner of the room.I didn't sleep a single wink. I spent the entire night just listening to the beeping of her heart monitor, memorizing the rise and fall of her chest.By the time the morning sun pierced through the blinds, I felt too exhausted.Irene had stepped out twenty minutes ago to shower and grab a coffee, shooting me a warning glare to "behave

Recommended song: Falling in love (Cigarettes after sex)Dante’s POVHer question was completely innocent.Can I see your wife? She had asked. I stared at her. At her wide, curious eyes, the soft flush still dusting her cheeks, and the way her fingers nervously picked at the hem of the white blanket. She wanted to see a picture of the woman who had managed to tame the giant, brooding bodyguard. She wanted to see herself.It took everything in my power not to laugh. It wasn't a bitter laugh, either. For the first time in three agonizing days, a genuine, warm amusement bloomed in my chest."You want to see a picture of my wife." I clarified.Isabella nodded eagerly, her nervous energy making her look incredibly cute. "Yes. If that isn't crossing a line! I just... I want to see the woman who makes you look like that when you talk about her."I slowly pushed my hands into the pockets of my dark trousers, taking a moment to calculate my next move. I couldn't pull out my phone. My lock sc

A week later…Isabella’s POV"Your vitals are exceptionally strong today, Isabella. The internal bruising is healing beautifully, and your blood volume has finally stabilized."Romeo said as he unclipped the medical chart from the end of my bed. He offered me a warm, reassuring smile, though the dark circles under his eyes betrayed how many hours he had spent awake, keeping me alive."Which means…" Romeo continued, slipping his pen into the front pocket of his navy blue scrubs. "you have officially graduated from the intensive medical suite. We are moving you to the south wing today. The room has actual sunlight, a much softer bed, and significantly fewer machines that beep at you."A genuine wave of relief washed over me. I had been trapped in this windowless, shadowy room for what felt like an eternity. "Thank God." I breathed out, offering him a tired smile. "I think the heart monitor was starting to give me a migraine.""I will personally unplug it.” Romeo chuckled softly.The mov

Dante’s POVI knew it the exact moment when realization hit her.Isabella’s wide, dark eyes dropped from my face down to her left hand resting on the silk sheets.The wedding band I had slid onto her finger was still here. It was a delicate, custom-forged band of brushed titanium interlaced with small, flawless diamonds, a perfect match to my own."This isn't my ring." Isabella whispered. The sound was so fragile it barely carried across the sunlit room. She lifted her trembling left hand, bringing the ring closer to the light. "Mateo gave me a princess cut. This is... this is different."At the foot of the bed, Irene froze. She slowly turned around, her tear-stained eyes going wide with panic as she realized the lie was rapidly unraveling. She looked at me, a silent, desperate plea for help, but I didn't move. I couldn't. I was completely paralyzed, trapped in my role as the stranger in the corner."Irene." Isabella muttered, her breathing beginning to hitch. Her eyes darted around