All Chapters of The Perfect Wife Walked Away: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

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Chapter 291: Fearful Odds

[David's POV]"I want you to convince her to live,” Adam urged."And if she won't?" I countered."Then we find another way. But we can't let her die, David. Not like this. Not if we can stop it."The corridor fell quiet. Lily had gone silent, her expression shifting from theatrical concern to something sharper and more calculating as she watched us closely.I looked at Adam for a long time. Then I felt my fists unclenching, the tension in my shoulders shifting — not disappearing, but redirecting, turning from violence toward something more dangerous."Fine," I said. "You're a bastard. And I'll work with a bastard if it saves her life."---------I hadn't wanted to come to the hospital today.That was the thing that kept echoing in my mind as we stood in the corridor. My knuckles were throbbing; I could feel my heart hammering. The taste of shock and rage were still sharp on my tongue.I hadn't wanted to come to the hospital today. It was Lily's twelve-week scan. It was just a routine

Chapter 292: A Room With A Better View

[Alice's POV]I was dreaming of lilacs.It was always lilacs now, in any fractured, thin sleep I was able to snatch in the bustling hospital ward.The purple clusters hung heavy on the branch, the scent cloying and sweet. I saw a church I had never been to, and a dress I had never worn. There was a man whose face I couldn't see, waiting for me at the altar. In the dream, I was whole. My belly was flat, my wrists were unscarred, and my body was my own — not a battleground, not a sacrifice, not a vessel for disease and life fighting for the same territory.I would stay in the dream, if I could. But the pain always pulled me back.I woke to the beep of the monitor and the faint afternoon light filtering through the window. The room was quiet. Adam was gone. He had been here earlier. His chair empty, the impression of his weight was still visible in the cushion. I assumed he was making phone calls, arguing with Dr. Ibanez, fighting for access to my personal medical records with his usual

Chapter 293: Whether You Like It Or Not

[Alice's POV]"Clinic La Prairie," David said. "Private facility. Best medical care in Switzerland, possibly the world. I had you transferred an hour ago.""Transferred?" The word ignited something in my chest. A spark of fury cut through the fog of the anesthetic. "I didn't authorize a transfer. I didn't —""You were unconscious. You couldn't authorize anything.""Because someone drugged me!" I tried to sit up, but the anesthetic was still lingering in my system. My muscles were uncooperative, my body felt heavy and unresponsive. "That nurse — that wasn't saline. She anesthetized me! Without my consent. David, that's assault. That's —""That was my doing."The words hit me like a second wave of anesthetic, cold, paralyzing, suffocating."I authorized the sedation," David said. His voice was calm. Controlled. The voice of a man who had made a decision and was prepared to defend it. "You were refusing treatment. You were refusing to listen to reason. I made a medical decision on your b

Chapter 294: Forming A Pact

[Alice's POV]"Replaced?" The word was a slap. Harder than anything anyone had ever said to me. "You think a child can be replaced?""I think a living child is worth more than an unborn one. I think a mother who can love and raise and protect her daughter is worth more than a pregnancy that ends buried in the ground. And I think you know that, Alice. I think you know it, but you're too stubborn and too proud and too goddamn self-sacrificing to admit it."I stared at him. The fury was still there, burning in my chest like a furnace, but it was warring now with something else. The terrible, unavoidable knowledge that he wasn't entirely wrong. That the choice I was making was not rational. That the instinct driving me — the primal, animal refusal to let go of the life growing inside me— was not rooted in logic or medical science but in something deeper and older and much, much more dangerous.But it was my instinct. My body. And my choice.And no one, not Adam, not David, not even the be

Chapter 295: Walking Through Closed Doors

[Alice's POV]"And I've already told you —"He stopped himself. Took a calming breath. The anger was there, simmering beneath the surface, but he was holding it back with a visible effort that I recognized from the worst days of our marriage. The days when he wanted to shout and chose not to, when he wanted to control and was learning, slowly and imperfectly, that control was not the same as love."The review first," he said. "Then we talk."I wanted to argue. I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip the IV from my arm and walk out of this gilded prison and find my way back to my villa, back to Adam, back to the life I had chosen. The life that was slipping away from me with every hour I spent in this silk-wrapped cell.But my body was not my own anymore. The anesthetic had left me weak and disoriented, and the cancer had left me something worse — hollow, thin. I was a husk of the woman I had been, running on stubbornness and fury and the faint, precious flutter of the life inside me.So,

Chapter 296: Death Over Surrender

[Alice's POV]"A termination. Followed by a full hysterectomy. The Vienna surgeon has agreed to perform it. The team will support the procedure. Dr. Ibanez is being consulted."I felt a terrible sinking feeling of inevitability. "You're going to force me?""I'm going to save your life.""David, I told you —""I know what you told me." His voice was shaking now, the control finally fracturing, the fear spilling through the cracks."I know you said you'd never forgive me. I know you said you'd rather die. And I believe you. I believe you meant every word, because you are the most stubborn, the most infuriating, the most impossible woman I have ever known. I have no doubt that you would choose death over surrender because that is who you are, Alice. That is who you have always been."He came closer to the bed. His hands were trembling."But I am also stubborn. And I am also infuriating. And I am also impossible. And I have spent the last ten years watching you fight battles that you shou

Chapter 297: Too Stubborn To Let Go

[Alice's POV]I reached for his hand. He flinched, as if my touch burned, but I held on."David, please," I said, and the calm cracked, and the desperation underneath it spilled through. "Don't make me choose between my child and my life, because I will choose my child, and I will die, and Camilla will lose her mother. Then you will spend the rest of your life knowing that you could have prevented it by just — by just letting me try."He pulled his hand away. Stumbled backward. The great David Newcombe, the man who commanded rooms and bent wills and had never once in his privileged life been denied anything he wanted, was standing in a private hospital suite watching his ex-wife choose death over his ultimatum, and he was crumbling."I can't," he said. His voice was barely audible. "I can't let you die, Alice.""Then don't. Let me fight. Let me try. Let me be the five percent."The silence stretched. A minute. Two. The clock on the wall ticked, each second a small, sharp hammer blow a

Chapter 298: In My Golden Prison

[Alice's POV]She hesitated. Then she nodded, turned, and left, the door clicking shut behind her.I looked at the food. The consommé was steaming gently, the surface smooth and golden. It was the kind of broth that was designed to nourish without requiring effort from a body too weak to digest anything more substantial.The fruit was arranged with the precision of a still life, including kiwifruit, strawberry, mango. Each slice was identical in thickness. The bread rolls were golden brown and smelled like butter and yeast and the ordinary, domestic comfort of a kitchen where someone had taken the time to make something warm.I didn't want it. I didn't want any of it. I wanted to be back at my villa, with Adam making terrible coffee and Camilla demanding pancakes and the emerald sofa and the amber light and the simple, irreplaceable feeling of being home.I wanted my life back. Not this monitored, luxurious non-life that David had constructed around me like a cage made of Egyptian cot

Chapter 299: A Person Not A Concept

[Alice's POV]His voice cracked on the last word. I looked at him, and for a moment, just a moment, I saw the man I had married. Not the stranger he had become, the man who had chosen Lily over me, but the David who had once stood with me in a Paris shop window and noticed what I wanted before I could say it.That David had been gone for a long time. But here, with a ten-year-old scarf in his hands and tears in his eyes, I could almost see his ghost."David," I said gently. "Thank you for the scarf. But —""I know," he said. "It's too late. I know it's too late. I'm not —" He stopped. Swallowed. Started again. "I'm not trying to win you back, Alice. I know I lost that right a long time ago. I'm just trying to... remind you. Of what we had. Of what we could have again, if you'd just —" "If I'd just what?""If you'd let go of this dangerous pregnancy. If you'd choose treatment. If you'd let me give you a future instead of…""Instead of this child?" I pulled the scarf from his hands and

Chapter 300: A Woman Scorned

[Alice's POV]"Shut up!"She pushed past him, one hand already raised. I noticed that her nails were painted a deep crimson that looked like dried blood, as she reached for my face."You couldn't just let him go. You couldn't just die like you're supposed to. You have to take him back, you have to!"The slap connected with my cheek.But it wasn't a slap — not the controlled, precise slap that Marie had given Adam. This was a scratch, nails dragging across my skin, leaving thin lines of fire in their wake. I felt the skin break, felt the warm trickle of blood. But I didn't fight back. I couldn't fight back; my body was sluggish with exhaustion and the weight of the life inside me.Then David's arms were around her, grabbing her, pulling her away, his face a mask of stunned fury.“What are you doing?" he demanded, his grip on her arms was tight enough to bruise."What am I doing? What are you doing?" Lily twisted in his grip, her eyes wild, her voice breaking. "I come here — I find you

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