Semua Bab His Wrong Wife, His Right Obsession : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Lauren’s POV I walked out of the office to clear my head, my mind spinning with everything Julian just said. The thought that he remembered everything, that he knew who I was all along, still sent a wild rush of heat straight through my chest. But the real world was still right out there, waiting with sharp teeth. Serena was gone, thrown out on her ass, but Vivian was still out there, pulling the strings. I needed air. I needed to walk this off before my brain actually exploded.The hallway was quiet, the thick carpet swallowing the sound of my sneakers. I pressed my hand against my stomach, feeling the slight, soft curve of it. Our baby. Julian's baby. The thought made my chest ache with a fierce, terrifying kind of love. I never thought I would get this. I never thought a life like this could belong to a girl like me, a girl who spent her teenage years dodging broken bottles and dealing cards in smoke-filled underground rooms just to stay alive."Going somewhere so soon, little sis

Julian’s POV I stood outside that damn operating room like a man carved from stone, but inside, everything was crumbling. My hands still had Lauren's blood on them, dried and cracking under the harsh hospital lights. I couldn't stop seeing her face in the car, so pale, whispering my name like it might be the last thing she ever said. "The baby..." Those words kept ripping through my skull."Mr. Cross, you need to sit down," some nurse muttered, but I shot her a look that made her back off fast. Fuck sitting. I paced the hall instead, my boots leaving faint red smears on the white floor. Every second felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I remembered it all now. The flood of memories hit me hard while they wheeled her away–Lauren's real laugh, the way she fought me in the garage that night, calling me out on my bullshit without flinching. Not Serena. Never Serena. It was always her. My wrong wife who turned out to be the only right thing in my fucked-up life."Julian." Thomas's voice

Julian’s POVI stood there frozen, the tablet still gripped tight in my hand like it might shatter if I squeezed any harder. The hospital room felt smaller all of a sudden, the beeps from Lauren’s machines became louder in my ears. Vivian Moreau wasn’t just some scheming bitch pulling strings from the shadows. She was Dante Rossi’s fucking sister. Blood. The same blood that ran through the veins of the man I’d put in the ground months ago. “Julian?” Lauren’s voice came soft but sharp, pulling me back. She pushed herself up a little against the pillows, wincing but ignoring the pain like she always did. “Talk to me. What the hell is it?”Thomas shifted on his feet near the door, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. His face was pale under the shitty fluorescent lights. “Boss, it’s all there. Birth records, old photos from back when Rossi was still building his shit. They hid it deep, but it’s solid. Vivian’s real name ties straight back to him. She changed everything after he we

Julian’s POV My hands felt heavy as I stared at the tiny screen of the burner phone sitting on the small metal table in front of me. The air in that sterile hospital room smelled like antiseptic, a sharp reminder of how close I just came to losing everything that actually mattered. Lauren was sleeping in the bed behind me, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The little one resting safely inside her was breathing, too. They were both there. They were both mine. And nobody was ever going to touch them again.I picked up the phone. The plastic felt cheap and rough under my thumb. Serena’s words from twenty minutes before were still echoing in my head like a bad song. She thought she held all the cards. She thought she could waltz back into my life after everything she did and trade secrets like we were playing some kind of twisted game.My jaw ached from clenching it so hard. Every single memory was back in my head now, clear as day. I remembered the exact night they tried

Lauren's POVJulian had stepped out to take a call from Tommy – five minutes, he'd said, kissing my forehead, promising he'd be right back. I remember watching the door close behind him and thinking how quiet the room felt without him in it, how the beeping of the monitor was suddenly the loudest thing in the world.I didn't hear them come in until the door was already shutting again.Three men. Scrubs that didn't fit right, masks pulled up over faces that weren't hospital faces. I knew hospital faces. I'd spent enough of my life dealing cards to men who lied for a living to know the difference between someone who belonged somewhere and someone who'd stolen a uniform to get through a door."Wrong room," I said, my heart already slamming against my ribs even as my voice tried to stay calm. "You're in the wrong room.""We know exactly whose room this is." The one in front had eyes like stone, flat and empty. "Vivian sends her regards."I hit the call button before he'd finished the sent