All Chapters of Too late, I am no longer your wife: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Let me see." Adrian said, as he walked to my desk to take a closer look at the articles, with a pen in his hands, he started highlighting the phrases, mapping out the similarities in the references. "This much detail in these articles can only come from someone on the inside that knows every detail of the project from the start; this is too much detail," he said. “But right now, I think it is too early to point fingers. In the meantime, let us start our investigation with everyone that was with us on the project from inception." Adrian made a list of everyone who had access to the insider information of the institute. I circled three names from the list For the next couple of hours, we worked through the list, ruling out the names one by one based on the timelines, their access level, and what we believed their motive could be. Adrian helped us to make the calls; he pulled out the institute records and cross-referenced the dates, but a name kept resurfacing at every reference point

I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened; in split seconds, I had not seen Charles move. One second he was at the far end of the corridor, and the next he was in front of me, and the blow that was meant for my face had landed across the side of his head instead. Everything happened at once after that; someone screamed and a nurse hit the emergency button on the wall. The family member stumbled backwards, looking shocked at what he had just done, and that half second of shock was enough for security to come through the doors and have him against the wall before he could think about what to do next.I was already on the floor before I realized I had moved.My knees hit the ground beside Charles, and my hands were on him immediately: his face, his pulse, and the back of his head where it had caught the metal object on the way down. I was giving instructions before I even finished my assessment."I need a gurney right now. Someone get Dr. Kusi and keep that family out of my c

It was a Tuesday morning, and while I was doing my routine check, I noticed Charles staring at the wall. it was not the usual confused expression he had always carried since he woke up; he looked more focused his time"Are you alright?" I asked.He blinked twice and looked at me. "I keep seeing things," he said, "like flashes of images that don't belong together.""That is normal," I told him. "Your memory is starting to come back in fragments; don't force it."He nodded, but his expression stayed troubled long after I left the room.Over the coming days, the fragments became more frequent. I could see it happening during my visits; he would stop mid-sentence, his eyes going somewhere else entirely, and then come back looking more unsettled than before. He stopped asking me questions about me; he became quiet, keeping to himself.Natasha noticed it too, and her visits became longer and more deliberate. She started bringing the child every day, sitting him on Charles's lap, pointing a

Natasha's POVMy old apartment felt smaller than it used to feel. I had been sitting with my phone for the better part of the morning, scrolling through nothing in particular, when I saw a tagged photo that someone had posted; Charles was walking through the entrance of the hospital, his head slightly down, and his coat collar up. The timestamp indicated that the picture was taken three days ago.I did not like this; he was still going there. Even after I was gone, he was still finding reasons to walk through those doors. I was not going to sit here and let this happen.I scrolled to a name in my contacts, a lifestyle journalist. She was good at taking a thread and weaving it into something that looked like the whole picture.I typed a brief message, just enough to plant the seed, and then I set my phone down and went to make coffee.Tina's POVWednesday morning started the way most mornings did, already full before it officially began.I had three consultations before 10am, a family

Tina's POV I arrived at the hospital early the next morning; I was only able to sleep for four hours I sat at my desk and read Charles's statement one more time; he had not attacked me. I had to be fair about that, but fairness only goes so far when silence does the same damage as an attack. He had looked at everything I had built, including Sam's foundation, the research, and sixty-two thousand children, and he described it as a philanthropic partnership requiring independent review. That was what I was responding to. I picked up my phone and called Dr. Warren. He answered on the second ring. "Tina." "I am holding a press briefing today," I told him. "Two o'clock. I need you available by phone in case I need to reference your testimony directly." "I'll be available," he said. "Thank you," I said and hung up. I called my assistant next and told her to arrange the briefing room for 2pm. Then I went to see my first patient of the day. Between consultations, I pulled out the d