All Chapters of HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Roberta's POV"Someone help me!"My voice ricocheted off the hospital walls. Ziva burned in my arms—five years old, skin like paper, breath shallow enough to stop my heart.The nurse at the front desk set down her pen. Slowly. Like I was an interruption."Ma'am, please lower your""Don't." I slammed my palm on the desk. Ziva's head lolled against my shoulder. Her lips were pale. Her eyelids bruised purple underneath. "She had surgery. Something went wrong. She needs a doctor now."The nurse's fingers hovered over her keyboard. "What kind of surgery?""Bone marrow transplant.""Which hospital?"The question landed like a slap.I opened my mouth. Nothing came out."Ma'am. Which hospital performed the procedure?"My throat closed. How do you explain that your husband took your daughter—your daughter—to save his bastard son and you weren't allowed to come? How do you say those words out loud without sounding like a monster?"I don't know."Both nurses looked up."You don't know.""No."Th

Roberta’s POVThe second I saw Ziva standing at the bottom of the stairs, her little face pale and frightened, something inside me broke.I crossed the room before I even thought about it and pulled her into my arms.“Grandma?” Ziva whispered.But Irene looked straight at her.“You have a brother, Ziva. His name is Nolan. He’s very sick. He needs your help.”Ziva blinked up at her, confused.“Your father has been taking care of him,” Irene continued. “Now you need to take care of him too. That’s what family does.”“No.” My voice cracked like a whip. “You will not talk about my daughter like she’s some tool to save your illegitimate grandson. She is a child.”“She’s old enough to understand duty,” Jace said.Without even flinching.Ziva’s lower lip trembled.“Did I do something wrong?” she asked softly. “I’ll be good. I promise. Please don’t be mad at me, Grandma. I’ll do anything.”Something inside my chest split wide open.Irene smiled at her. It was the kind of smile that belonged o

Roberta’s POV"Mommy." Ziva's voice was very quiet. "I want to save Nolan.""Ziva""I want to." She looked up at me. Her eyes were dry, but her face was doing the thing it always did before the real cry came, the way she held everything in with every muscle. "I saw him today. He's not okay. He doesn't look like he's okay.""That's not for you to worry about""If he dies, everyone will hate us." Her voice broke on the last word. Then the tears came, fast and hard, the kind she'd been holding in for a long time. "And I'll eventually hate myself, Mommy. I'll hate myself forever because I could help, and I didn't, and he died""I saw him, Mommy. He's really sick. His hands were shaking. His skin was grey. He can't run. He can't play. He might really die.""Ziva""He's my brother." Tears streamed down her face. "Even if he was mean to me. Even if Grandma says I don't count, he's still my brother. I don't want you to get in trouble with Grandma Irene." Another sob ripped through her."I want