Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated Mate Isn’t Me: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I lay on the hospital bed. My body hurt everywhere, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest.I stared at the white ceiling, but my mind wouldn’t stay still for even a second.Ann’s back as she walked away—cold, final.Emma’s face was so innocent, so pitiful, floating up again and again.They alternated like a cruel joke.“Investigate.”I looked at Jack beside the bed. My voice was hoarse, but vicious, unquestionable.“Not just where Ann went.”“Emma—starting from the moment she first showed up in front of me, dig up everything.”“Every detail.”“Not one thing missed.”Something inside me screamed—This was never as simple as I’d convinced myself it was.Over the next few days, once my condition stabilized a bit, report after report slipped silently into my hospital room.The first report.That so-called “accidental” night a year ago.The results were clear—The alcohol I drank that night contained trace amounts of a special drug.Emma had used connections to find a witch de

I don’t know how I left the Moon Temple.I don’t know how I made it back to the hospital, either.It felt like I was walking on cotton. My ears rang in waves. I moved like an empty shell with my soul scooped out, dragged forward by nothing but instinct. The abbot’s words, and Ann’s shaking, desperate pleas back then, kept replaying in my head on a loop, like nails. Nails that made every breath taste like blood.The first thing I did when I got back to my room was grab Jack.I heard myself speak. The sound of my own voice didn’t even feel human, shaking, torn, each word forced out of my throat like it was being ripped free.“Check… check every medical record from when she was hospitalized… especially… anything OB-related…”Jack’s face shifted. He didn’t dare ask questions. He turned and went immediately.I collapsed against the headboard, fingers clenched white around the blanket. Those few minutes stretched like a lifetime. My mind was nothing but Ann’s face—pale, stubborn, tears in he

My phone buzzed. An anonymous video came through.I tapped it.On screen was Emma, gaunt, eyes empty, whispering and crying to the camera about how miserable her life was.I felt my stomach twist.I exited and deleted it immediately, like I’d touched something filthy.Lately, I’d been like a trapped beast, refusing to let go of any possibility, any scrap that might lead to Ann.The search range kept expanding. I even poured huge sums of money into anonymous donations for maternity hospitals and private clinics across different places, chasing one insane thought—what if my Ann gave birth somewhere, at least she’d get the best care, at least money wouldn’t make her suffer.Just when I was sinking deeper by the day, almost swallowed whole by despair, the men watching Emma sent word—Emma was pregnant.The news hit like an adrenaline shot. Something finally flickered in my dead eyes.I went to the Silver Pines house myself.Emma had been trapped there for so long she’d lost the fragile act

The man holding the pup was named William.He was the person I was most grateful to in this small town beneath the Alps… and also the person I had no idea how to repay.My memory dragged me back eight months.When I first arrived in St. Moritz, the nausea, insomnia, the unfamiliar environment, and the trauma that still hadn’t healed inside me nearly crushed me.One afternoon with light snow drifting down, I walked alone through unfamiliar streets, trying to learn the shape of the place that would become my temporary harbor.Then dizziness hit me like a hammer. The world spun, darkened, and the last thing I felt was the cold stone road against my cheek.When I woke up again, the smell of disinfectant was in my nose.Above me was a hospital’s white ceiling… and an American face full of real concern.That was William.He told me he’d found me collapsed on the street and brought me to the hospital.In a foreign country, hearing my native language, seeing a familiar face… my composure nearl

Adrian bought a place next to mine and moved in.After that, every single day, without fail, expensive gifts were delivered to my doorstep. Limited edition bags. Dazzling jewelry. Even the racing model he once burned…Exactly like the methods he used back when we broke up when he tried to win me back.He knew how to display “sincerity.” How to use money and memories to hook the soft part of me.Too bad.I wasn’t the old Ann anymore.I never even opened those carefully wrapped boxes. I ordered the Warriors to dump them, untouched, straight into the trash outside.And I made it clear he wasn’t allowed to step into the courtyard again.He lived only a few steps away, and yet it felt like an impossible distance.Being “found” but still “unreachable” seemed to torture him more than losing me ever did.Sometimes, through the window, I saw him standing on the second-floor terrace across the way, eyes locked on our side like he couldn’t blink.He watched William carry Addie in and out every da