Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

[ Tyler’s POV ]“The recipient you are dialing is not responding. Please try again later.”The automated voice from the server cut through for the fourth time, flat and entirely indifferent to the knot tightening in my chest. Mae had called me from the estate nearly an hour ago. Her voice had been tight, trembling with an anxiety she was trying hard to mask as she asked if Sarah was still at the hospital with me. She said Sarah’s phone was going straight to voicemail, and she hadn't arrived home. It didn't make sense. disappear without checking in with her staff.I was standing near the glass partition of the waiting wing when Skye noticed me pacing."Tyler?" she asked, looking up from her chair, her blue eyes still puffy. She rubbed her arms through her stained white jacket, her voice small. "Why do you look so upset? Is it... did the doctor come out?""No," I said, stopping my pace and running a hand through my hair, my eyes fixed on the blank screen of my phone. "Sarah hasn't got

[ Sarah’s POV ]One second I was trapped in the suffocating, freezing dark of the woods, the smell of blood and mud thick in my throat, and the next minute, the pain simply stopped.It vanished entirely, leaving behind a lightness that felt unnatural, almost heavy in its absence.I opened my eyes, my boots clean, dry, and entirely devoid of the mud from the ditch... and stepped onto a floor that looked like solid glass, covered in a low, swirling mist that clung to my ankles like milk. The air didn't smelled like lilies and roses.Above me, there was no sky, only vast, towering pillars of white clouds that shifted in slow, silent syn, illuminated by a source of light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once."Dex?" I called out, my voice sounding strangely flat, the echo swallowed instantly by the vastness of the space. "Tyler?"Nobody answered.I started walking, my legs moving without pain. The fractured ankle I had been dragging through the brush just moments ago had

[ Sarah’s POV ] I didn't look back. I turned and sprinted into the blinding white, my heart hammering a frantic, terrifying rhythm against my ribs as the final, long blast of the trumpet echoed through the collapsing clouds.The glass beneath my feet violently ruptured, dissolving into nothing as the floor completely dropped out from under me. The sudden shift in gravity sent my stomach climbing into my throat. I didn’t fall back into my hospital room. I fell through pitch darkness, plunging headfirst into an icy, suffocating void.*SPLASH. SPLASH.* The impact was brutal, a shock of freezing, heavy water slamming into my chest and tearing the remaining air from my lungs. I broke the surface, gasping, coughing violently as brine burned my throat. Angry waves tossing me around like a rag doll.The weight of my clothes was dragging me under. I kicked frantically, my arms flailing against the relentless, rolling tide, trying desperately to keep my chin above the water line. Every time I

[ Tyler’s POV ] The constant, rhythmic beep... beep... beep... of the heart monitor had become the soundtrack to my existence over the last fourteen days. It was a sterile, hollow sound, but right now, it was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. I sat in the uncomfortable chair pulled flush against the side of the hospital bed, my fingers loosely intertwined with Sarah’s. Her hand was cold, her skin pale, almost translucent under the harsh fluorescent lights of the intensive care unit. A thick white bandage was still taped securely across her hairline, hiding the jagged stitches from the night I found her bleeding out in the dark valley woods. For two weeks, this had been my ritual. I watched the steady, shallow rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin hospital blanket. I monitored every twitch of her fingers, every slight flutter of her eyelids, desperately searching for any sign that the woman I loved was fighting her way back to the surface. The doctors called it a

TYLER "Mr. Rider? Mr. Rider, can you hear me?"My eyes felt as though they had been glued shut, the back of my throat coated in a layer of dry, chalky dust that made every swallow agony.The voice was too loud for the pounding headache rattling the interior of my skull. I groaned, my eyelids fluttering against the harsh, white glare of the overhead lighting. A hand brushed my shoulder, checking the pulse point at my neck."His vitals are stabilizing," another voice murmured from somewhere near my left side. "But the exhaustion is severe. Please prepare another saline drip. He’s completely dehydrated."I bolted upright, my elbows digging into the stiff mattress as I tried to force my legs over the edge of the bed. "No... wait," I rasped, my voice sounding like gravel grinding together."Whoa, Mr. Rider, lay back down," a firm pair of hands pressed against my shoulders, applying just enough pressure. It was the attending physician, his brow furrowed with deep professional concern as he