All Chapters of The Perfect Wife Walked Away: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

[Adam’s POV]When I left the clinic to head back to the villa, I was deep in thought.While it was a relief to know that all Camilla’s expenses were covered by her trust fund, she could look forward to only the best in care and education as she grows up, there were still other drains on my admittedly modest income.If — or when — Alice passed away from her illness, there would no longer be her income coming in from the Zurich Institute.I had to face the reality that while early delivery of the baby had lifted her long-term chances of survival, it only went up from a less than 5 percent chance to maybe 15 to 25 percent.Even with aggressive treatment commencing straight after the caesarian on Monday, and with the best oncology team David could assemble, Alice faced a long hard struggle with debilitating treatment regimes.She is already so weakened by the well-established grip of the cancer, that her recovery would be especially hard.Being brutally realistic, it will be touch and go

[Adam’s POV]She made a striking entrance.She always does.Every eye turned to her as Marie made her way across the VIP lounge toward me, at the Marriott hotel.I could see the men assessing her, and the women envying her.She was immaculately dressed and immaculately groomed. Perhaps even more than usual. Perfect makeup, designer clothing, elegant hairstyle. And diamonds sparkled at her ears, wrists and throat.Sourly, I wondered whose money paid for this extravagant display.“Adam, darling,” she purred when she reached the lounge setting where I waited.As society dictates, I stood up and gave her a stiff, formal hug while she air-kissed each side of my face.We both sat down in brocade lounge chairs opposite each other, with a marble coffee table between us. I had a beer open on the table, growing warm.When I didn’t offer her a drink, Marie waved over a hovering waiter and requested a martini. She slipped him a slim plastic card and waved an exquisitely manicured hand in my direc

[Alice’s POV]Saturday is the big day. The wedding.Adam drove me to the entrance of the church, took out my wheelchair and helped me out of the car. As I settled myself into my chair, he got back into the car and went to find a car park.As I waited for him to join me, the wedding guests kept filing into the church. Several people recognized me, and offered polite greetings. Their expressions showed their surprise that I would attend my former husband’s remarriage.Surprised, too, were the press and media hounds gathered at the church steps. This was an event that would dominate all the social platforms and current event news forums for the week – the marriage of handsome billionaire business mogul, David Newcombe, to his beautiful blushing bride.I garnered some pointed attention from reporters and a few cameras flashed. I smiled.Adam and I went into the church together. Feeling mischievous I whispered to him, “Do we sit on the groom’s side, or the bride’s side of the church?”Afte

[Alice’s POV]When I woke up this morning, I was feeling a little apprehensive about this afternoon’s operation.A caesarian delivery and a hysterectomy. Followed by a full-scale program of radiation and chemotherapy.It was going to be a challenging time. And top of that, there would be a newborn to care for.I had breast-fed Camilla but Professor Baxter warned me that I wouldn’t be able to do that, this time, it would drain too much of my strength and the baby would need supplementing, anyway, to bring it up to a healthy birthweight.A nurse bustled in with a loaded tray, for my breakfast.“Thank-you,” I said, as she left.I considered all the implications of the challenges ahead of me. With any luck, my ovaries would be cancer free and they wouldn’t remove them. So, I won’t be plunged into instant menopause. Yet, I will never have another child. While I felt that two children were enough for any working woman to cope with, in the back of my mind I wondered if Adam would want a biol

[Alice’s POV]Everything around me looked blurry, and sound seemed to be coming at me from a long way away.I shook my head, tried to sit up and fell back down against the pillows. My vision quickly cleared. I was in a recovery room, with a nurse in attendance.“Good afternoon, Alice,” she said cheerfully. “Would you care for some hot tea or sparkling mineral water?”“Ah, yes, a cup of tea would be nice, thanks.”I looked down at my body, under the white linen covers. The big baby bump was gone. Under the covers, I felt down my abdomen and my fingertips encountered bandaging.“My… where’s my baby?” I cried.“It’s okay, don’t worry. The baby has been taken to the NICU.”Adam walked into the room and crossed to my bedside. He leaned over and gently kissed my forehead.“You’re awake,” he exclaimed.I tried a smile. “Adam, the baby…?”“He’s doing well,” he said with a grin.“He? I’ve got a little boy?”“A very little boy. Sure, he’s underweight but we knew that. But Alice, he’s perfect!”