All Chapters of The Perfect Wife Walked Away: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

[Alice’s POV]The silence that followed David’s departure wasn’t peaceful. It was heavy, suffocating, like the air inside a tomb. I sat in the armchair for a long time, staring at the door he had walked through, the heat of the room doing nothing to stop the shivering that rattled my bones.He had left me with a choice. A cruel, impossible choice. Sell my freedom and return to a marriage that was a lie, or watch the research cease and let children like Toby die.I rubbed my hands over my face, feeling the sharp protrusion of my cheekbones. I was so tired. The tumor wasn't just a physical weight anymore; it was an anchor dragging me down into the dark. Every heartbeat was a labor, every breath a calculated effort to keep oxygen in my lungs.I thought about Endall in the old bunker. I thought about the blue light of the camping heater and the look of horror on his face when I collapsed. I had to get back there. I had to finish what we started.But I couldn't do it if David held the knif

[Alice's POV]The echo of their footsteps faded down the marble corridor, leaving me standing in the sudden, suffocating silence of the hotel hallway. I leaned back against the closed door, my chest heaving as if I’d just run a marathon. The timber was cool against my feverish skin, a small mercy against the heat that felt like it was consuming me from the inside out.I closed my eyes, trying to slow the racing of my heart. Adam’s words were still ringing in my ears.“I would do anything,” he told me. The raw intensity in his voice, the way he had looked at me — it wasn’t the look of a concerned friend or a former mentor. It was something else. Something dangerous.I shook my head sharply, trying to dislodge the thought. I was reading too much into it. He was stressed. The situation with David, the takeover of the institute, his forced engagement — he was under immense pressure. He was just being protective. That was Adam. He was the guy who patched up your knees when you fell off yo

[Alice's POV]The heavy velvet curtain swept shut behind me, sealing me in a plush, perfumed tomb. The wedding boutique was quiet, away from the chatter of the main floor, but the silence inside the fitting room was deafening. It pressed against my ears, matching the throb of blood rushing through my veins.I stared at my reflection in the tri-fold mirror. The woman staring back was a stranger.The dress was a masterpiece of architecture and lace — silk organza cascading down to the floor, a bodice encrusted with tiny seed pearls that caught the light like captured stars. It was the kind of dress I had dreamed of as a little girl, before life taught me that dreams were just fragile things waiting to be shattered.But on me, it looked wrong.My collarbones jutted out sharply, casting harsh shadows that made me look skeletal rather than elegant. My wrists, protruding from the delicate lace sleeves, were stick-thin. And my body… I placed a hand tentatively over the unmistakable swell tha

[Alice's POV]The boutique atmosphere had become stifling, a cloud of perfume and expensive fabric that clung to my skin, but stepping out onto the busy Zurich downtown street didn't offer the relief I hoped for. The air was crisp, biting at my cheeks, but the tension radiating from the man walking beside me was far colder.Adam hadn’t said a word since we left the shop. He walked with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his wool coat, his jaw set in a hard line. He was angry — an emotion so foreign to the Adam I knew from our university days that I didn't quite know how to navigate it. The Adam I remembered was calm, rational, a soothing presence in the chaotic world of med school. This man was a stranger, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.Marie, oblivious as ever, chattered away about the upcoming reception. She linked her arm through mine, steering me toward a waiting car. "I know the perfect place for lunch," she chirped. "It’s just around the corner. They h

[Alice's POV]The noise of the restaurant — the clinking of silverware, the low hum of conversation, the soft jazz — felt like it was sandpapering the inside of my skull. I pushed my chair back, the legs scraping harshly against the floor, ignoring Marie’s surprised chirp and Adam’s dark, penetrating gaze.“I’ll be right back,” I mumbled, not meeting their eyes. “I just need a minute.”I didn’t wait for a response. I turned and walked away as fast as my trembling legs would carry me, weaving through the maze of tables. The air in there was too thick, too perfumed. It choked me. Marie’s words were echoing in my head, bouncing off the walls of my consciousness.He’s looking for you. He regrets it.I shoved through the heavy velvet curtain that separated the dining area from the foyer and the restrooms. My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, not from exertion, but from a rising tide of panic. I felt trapped. Cornered.I pushed into the ladies' room and locked the stall