All Chapters of Mrs. Hunt for 30 days: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MitchelleDorian and I walked out of the car and headed straight for the hospital reception desk through the automatic sliding doors, and the antiseptic smell hit me immediately along with bright fluorescent lights that made everything feel surreal and too sharp.The receptionist looked up from her computer as we approached and immediately turned to Dorian, probably assuming he was the one in charge."Who do you want to see sir?" she asked politely.Dorian did not answer because he was looking at me while I frantically tried calling my father again with shaking hands, and the phone just kept ringing and ringing without connecting to anything."Madam, please, who do you want to see?" the receptionist asked me directly when Dorian remained silent."Jason Hunt," I replied without thinking, and the name came out automatically like muscle memory.She typed something into her monitor and then looked back at me with a professi

Chapter Eighty-ThreeChloe"Chloe darling, how are you?"My eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds but I forced them open anyway. There was Mom sitting in that same visitor's chair like she had never left. Her face looked different somehow, older maybe or just more worn down than I remembered.I managed a weak nod because talking seemed impossible right now."You've been unconscious for three days." Mom leaned forward, grabbing my hand. "How do you feel . my love?"Three days? Had it really been that long?I nodded again, squeezing her fingers as hard as I could manage, which probably was not very hard at all.I tried to sit up, and Mom quickly got up from her chair to help me, adjusting the pillows behind my back.I was grateful for everything she had done, waiting here day and night for three days. That was genuine love. If only I could say the same for Father, or even Chelley. I was certain that bitch was somewhere out there, smiling, celebrating the chaos like it was a v

MitchelleI finally came downstairs after spending what felt like hours in the bath. My skin was wrinkled from the hot water but at least I had stopped crying. Danika had set up food on the dining table, simple sandwiches and tea that she must have thrown together from whatever she found in the kitchen."Eat something," Danika instructed, pushing a plate toward me. "You need your strength."Dorian appeared from his study carrying his briefcase, already dressed for work in one of his sharp suits."I'm heading to the office." He walked over to kiss my forehead. "I'll handle all the issues with your supposed meetings for today. Don't worry about Mark Wellington or any of the other appointments. Just rest.""Thank you," I whispered.He squeezed my shoulder gently before leaving. The sound of his car pulling away echoed through the quiet house. Danika sat down across from me at the table, watching me pick at the sandwich without actually eating it.I appreciated everything Dorian was doing

ChloeI woke up back in my hospital ward with bright fluorescent lights burning into my retinas. The last thing I remembered was the anesthesia in the emergency room, when everything went black.A team of doctors came in shortly after I opened my eyes, checking my vitals and shining lights in my pupils. They asked me questions about pain levels and whether I felt dizzy. After what felt like hours of poking and prodding, the head doctor smiled at me."You're doing much better, Mrs. Hunt," he announced. "Your body is healing nicely from the trauma."I wanted to ask about Jason. The words formed in my throat but I swallowed them back down. Everything regarding Jason had brought nothing but trouble. Maybe it was better not to know right now.The doctor continued explaining my discharge plan."You'll need counseling," he stated firmly. "What you've been through, the physical trauma combined with the loss of your pregnancy, these are serious events that require professional mental health su

MitchelleThe conference room at Petrova Technologies was nothing like I expected. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, sleek modern furniture filled the space, and everything from the lighting to the temperature felt perfectly calibrated for comfort and focus.Ms. Elena Petrova sat at the head of the glass table, radiating the kind of confidence that came from building an empire from scratch. She was in her late forties, impeccably dressed in a charcoal grey suit with her dark hair pulled into a sophisticated chignon. When she smiled at me, her whole face lit up."Mrs. Roth, thank you for making time to meet with me," Elena greeted warmly, extending her hand."The pleasure is entirely mine, Ms. Petrova," I replied, shaking her hand firmly. "Your work in sustainable tech infrastructure is remarkable.""Please, call me Elena," she insisted, gesturing for me to sit. "And I must say, your presentation at the gala was one of the most innovative approaches to market integr