All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Emergency Delivery

The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor blurred into streaks as they rushed me down the hallway. My hand gripped the gurney rail so hard my knuckles went white. "We need to prep OR 3!" Dr. Morrison's voice cut through the chaos. "Now!" Another contraction ripped through me. I screamed. Couldn't help it. The pain was unlike anything I'd experienced—sharp, relentless, wrong. "The baby's heart rate is dropping," a nurse called out. "140... 130..." No. No, no, no. "Elena, look at me." Dr. Morrison's face appeared above mine. "We need to do an emergency C-section. The baby's in distress. Do you understand?" I tried to nod but another wave of agony stole my breath. It felt like my body was tearing itself apart from the inside. Every muscle contracted, every nerve scr

Code Blue

CALLOWAY They shoved me out of the operating room like I was nothing. Like I wasn't watching my entire world collapse behind those doors. Like the woman I loved wasn't dying ten feet away while I stood here, helpless and useless. "Mr. Sterling, please—" The nurse tried to guide me toward the waiting area, her hand on my elbow, her voice professionally sympathetic. She'd done this before. Ushered panicked family members away from trauma. Delivered bad news. Watched people break. I yanked my arm away. Pressed against the glass window of the OR doors. Inside, I could see controlled chaos. Too many people crowded around Elena's still form. Dr. Morrison barking orders, her hands moving fast, covered in blood. Nurses rushing around with bags of fluid, syringes, instruments I didn't recognize. Machines scr

Survival

"...is stable." The words didn't register at first. They couldn't be real. Couldn't be what she'd actually said. I'd misheard. I must have misheard. "What?" I stared at Dr. Morrison, searching her face for the truth. "She's stable," the doctor repeated, and now I could see the exhaustion weighing her down. Her shoulders sagged slightly. Her hands trembled as she pulled off her surgical gloves. "In ICU. It was close, Mr. Sterling. Very close. We lost her on the table for forty-three seconds." My stomach turned to ice. Forty-three seconds. Elena had been dead for forty-three seconds. "We managed to find the source of the hemorrhaging—a torn uterine artery. We repaired it, cauterized the vessels, and got the bleeding under control." Dr. Morri

Fortress Sterling

The penthouse had become a fortress. Armed guards stationed at every entrance. Security cameras in every corner. Motion sensors on the balcony. Panic buttons installed in every room—including the nursery. I couldn't move without Hayes or Martinez shadowing me. Couldn't feed Charlotte without someone watching. Couldn't breathe without feeling eyes on me. It had been a week since we'd found Damien's second note. A week of lockdown. A week of waiting for him to strike. A week of living in fear. "Ma'am, I need you to step back from the window." Hayes appeared beside me, his hand moving to his weapon instinctively. I was standing in the nursery, Charlotte asleep in my arms, looking out at the Manhattan skyline. Just looking. Not even close to the glass. "I'm ten feet away from it," I said tiredly. "It's not safe. He could have a sniper—" "

False Alarm... Or Is It?

The alarm system shrieked at 2 AM. I jolted awake, heart hammering. Charlotte started crying immediately—loud, terrified wails that cut through the darkness. "Stay here!" Calloway was already out of bed, gun in hand, moving toward the bedroom door. "Calloway, wait—" But he was gone. I grabbed Charlotte from her bassinet, holding her tight against my chest. Her cries were deafening, panicked. I backed into the corner of the room, as far from the door as possible. Footsteps pounded through the penthouse. Shouting. Hayes and Martinez's voices mixing with Calloway's. "Clear!" "Living room clear!" "Kitchen clear!" More footsteps. Running. The sound of doors being thrown open. Charlotte's wails intensified. I bounced her, tried to soothe her, but my hands were shaking too badly. "It's okay, baby.

Trust No One

The investigation started immediately. Marcus brought in a team—private investigators, background specialists, forensic analysts. Everyone who had access to the penthouse was being scrutinized. The housekeeping staff. The security guards. The building maintenance crew. Even the doormen downstairs. Everyone. "Mrs. Sterling, I need to ask you some questions." The lead investigator—a woman named Sarah Chen—sat across from me in the living room. Her recorder was running. "When was the last time you saw Victoria Sterling handle the stuffed bunny?" "I didn't see her handle it. I didn't even know she'd brought it until Hayes found it." "And you're certain no one else entered the nursery yesterday?" "Yes. No. I don't know." My hands clenched in my lap. "We have guards everywhere. Cameras everywhere. But Damien still got in. Still left those notes. So clearly someone isn't

Manhunt

The police presence was overwhelming. Squad cars lined the street outside our building. Detectives filled the penthouse. Officers questioned staff, reviewed footage, took statements. Detective Martinez—no relation to our bodyguard—sat across from me in the living room. Her badge glinted under the overhead lights. "Mrs. Sterling, I need you to walk me through everything again. From the moment you found the note." I was so tired. So exhausted. My body ached from lack of sleep. My eyes burned. But I repeated the story anyway. The note in the nursery. The stuffed bunny Victoria had left. Charlotte's rash spreading across her skin. The security footage showing Damien in the staff uniform. Every detail. Every moment. Over and over. "And you're certain it was Damien Anderson in the footage?" "Positive." My hands clenched in my lap. "I'd recognize him anywhere. That's my

Bonding

The hospital room had become our entire world. Three days of learning how to be a mother. Three days of fumbling through diaper changes and decoding every cry. Three days of healing while our daughter—Charlotte Rosie Sterling—demanded constant attention. I'd never been so exhausted in my life. "She's hungry again." I shifted in the hospital bed, wincing as pain shot through my abdomen. The incision from the emergency C-section was healing, but every movement reminded me of how close I'd come to dying. "I swear she just ate thirty minutes ago." "Cluster feeding." Calloway recited the term from his position in the uncomfortable chair beside my bed. He'd been sleeping there for three nights, refusing to leave. "Completely normal for newborns. Helps establish your milk supply." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Listen to you, spouting off baby facts like a professional." "I've been readi

One Threat Down

I sat on the bed, holding Charlotte's car seat, listening to Calloway's muffled voice through the door. He was on the phone with Marcus. Then the police. Then what sounded like a private security company. Every sound made me jump. Every creak of the penthouse settling. Every distant siren. Every breath. Damien had been here. In our home. In our daughter's nursery. He could come back anytime. Charlotte slept peacefully in her car seat, completely unaware that a monster was circling us. The bedroom door handle turned. I grabbed the lamp from the nightstand, ready to throw it. "Elena, it's me." Calloway's voice. "I'm coming in." The door opened. He stepped inside, followed by Marcus and two men I didn't

Taken

"Hello, wife." Damien's voice was calm. Almost pleasant. Like we were old friends catching up. "Miss me?" I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't scream. Charlotte squirmed in my arms, sensing my terror. "Don't." The word came out strangled. "Don't come near us." Damien stepped further into the nursery. The door clicked shut behind him. Locked. "You look tired, Elena. Motherhood not agreeing with you?" "How did you get in here?" My voice shook. "We have security. Guards. How—" "You really think your boyfriend's security could keep me out?" He laughed. The sound was wrong. Unhinged. "I've been coming and going for weeks. Right under their noses." "That's impossible." "Is it?" He gestured around the nursery. "I left you notes. Contaminated the bunny. Walked these halls in broad daylight. And no one noticed. Because they're incompete

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