บททั้งหมดของ His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Orana’s Point of ViewI walked back into Vaughn’s ICU room after stepping out to wash my face in the restroom, only to freeze in my tracks.Penelope and James were standing near the foot of the bed, surrounded by two doctors and a specialist. One of the physicians, the same cold doctor who had been pushing for us to pull the plug, was leaning over Vaughn’s monitors, preparing to adjust the sedation drip.My heart started hammering against my ribs.“What’s happening?” I demanded, the room tilting as panic seized my chest. “What are you doing?”“Relax, sweetie,” the doctor began in a soft tone as he reached toward Vaughn. “We’re just—”“Get away from him!” I barked, stepping between him and Vaughn’s bed. Tears burned hot behind my eyes, but I blinked them back, my chest heaving up and down.“Orana, please...” Penelope whispered, her face drawn with exhaustion and grief. She stepped closer, reaching out to touch my arm. “We’ve just been talking about Vaughn. The doctor was explaining...

Orana’s Point of ViewLiorah had been crying for two straight days, begging to see Vaughn, so I finally gave in and asked Sienna to bring her over. When they stepped off the ICU elevators, my eyes dropped to Sienna’s abdomen. A small bump was just beginning to show. She was five months along now.“How are you feeling?” I asked, stepping forward to pull her into a tight hug.Sienna just shrugged weakly, managing a tired smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.I knelt on the cold floor, pulling Liorah into my arms and kissing the top of her head. “Hi, Bunny.”“Can I go in now, Mummy?” Liorah asked, clutching her tiny princess storybook tightly against her chest, making something in my chest twist. She really loved Vaughn.I crouched in front of her, taking her small hands in mine. “Baby, before we go in, I need you to know... Daddy Vaughn might not answer you today. He’s sleeping very deeply.”“Auntie Sienna told me,” Liorah said softly, her little forehead scrunching as she tried to pr

Vaughn’s Point of ViewIt was like drowning in deep, pitch-black water, and I couldn't find a way out. I tried to swim ashore, but something kept pulling me back.I could hear a voice calling out to me from somewhere above the surface. It was soft, weak, and drenched in tears, a voice I would recognize if I were dead and buried under ten feet of earth. I was falling deeper into the abyss, my body paralyzed, unable to reach out and pull myself up toward her.“Please, my love... come back to us. I miss you so much...”Her agony sliced right through the dark silence of my mind. She was terrified. She needed me. And yet, no matter how I fought against the weight suffocating my chest, I couldn't move a single muscle to save her.And then, the darkness fractured.Light flooded my senses all at once, blinding and burning. I blinked slowly, my vision hazy and unfocused, as the heavy fog in my head began to clear.The first thing I saw was her.My beautiful wife was sleeping right beside me, h

Orana’s Point of ViewThe day Vaughn woke up, it felt like stepping into a dream. But once the news spread through the hospital, I barely got another minute alone with him.An endless parade of visitors flooded his room: family, associates, and doctors spending hours talking to him while all Vaughn did was keep his dark, weary eyes locked steadily on me from his hospital bed.When Sienna brought Liorah into the room the following morning, Vaughn broke down. Tears spilled over his lashes as he pulled both of us into his arms, squeezing us against his chest as if he’d never let go. Liorah spent the entire afternoon lying beside him, babbling endless stories about school, and Vaughn just listened with a smile, twirling her hair around his fingers. By nightfall, she had fallen asleep flat on his chest, and he wrapped his heavy arm around her, resting his chin on her head as they drifted off together. I stood by the bed and snapped a photo of them; the two of them, peaceful and breathing,

Vaughn’s Point of View“Sir! You can’t go in there—he’s in a meeting!”Callahan’s secretary scrambled out from behind her desk, her high heels clicking loudly against the marble floor as she tried to block my path. I didn't even look at her. I simply shoved past her with a single sweep of my arm, kicking open the double oak doors and marching straight into his office.The motherfucker was sitting behind his glass desk, nursing a glass of scotch. He didn't even have time to register who had broken into his office before I closed the distance between us.I hauled back and landed a right hook straight across his jaw.The force of the blow snapped his head back, his chair rolling backward into the glass window behind him. He let out a low grunt, clutching his face as blood trickled down his split lip.“Never come near my fucking family again,” I growled, my voice echoing off the high ceilings.Callahan staggered to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Before he could rega