HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Connor was almost smiling, holding Ziva's iPad when he pushed open the door."I found it," he called out. "Ziva, I found your."Her bed was empty."A nurse was tucking the corner of the sheet.Connor stood in the doorway."Where is she?"The nurse glanced up. "Dr. Sammy discharged her about ten minutes ago. A cab took her home," the nurse added, turning back to the sheet.Connor felt the floor drop.""A cab?" His voice was very quiet. "She left in a cab." Then his voice rose. "She's post-operative. She had a hypotensive episode yesterday. She needs monitoring. She needs.""I just do what I'm told," the nurse said quietly.Connor was already moving.***He didn't knock."Sammy's office door swung open hard enough to hit the wall behind it. Sammy was at his desk, reading something on his screen. He looked up slowly."I see you've lost your mind," he said."You discharged her." Connor stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "You put a seven-year-old in a cab alone.""Her father re

Roberta's POV"No."The word came out quiet. "You're lying. She's not, she's not gone."The nurse's face stayed gentle and empty and sorry, and I looked at it and felt something in me refuse completely.""No." I stepped forward. "That's my daughter.""Ma'am—""That's my daughter." I moved past her to the bed. To Ziva. I took her face in both hands and really looked at it, the way you look at something you know, something you made, something that belongs to you. "She's not gone. You don't know her. She's not gone.""I'm so sorry—""You're not." My voice didn't shake. "You're not sorry. If you were sorry, you would have fought harder. If you were sorry you would have made the doctor come." I pulled Ziva gently toward me, one arm under her shoulders, and held her against my chest. Her head fell against my collarbone. "It's okay," I said into her hair. "It's okay, baby. Mommy's here." I rocked her.She was so still.""Do you remember the park?" I was rocking slightly. I didn't mean to. My

Roberta's POV I had told Millie everything. The one-night stand. The stranger. I was so ashamed. So scared. And Millie had held my hand and told me it would be okay. "Jace," I steady my voice."We've been through this before. Have you forgotten that you broke up with me? Your mother was against our marriage. She made you break up with me. Jace, you... you left me." My voice cracked. "You told me you needed time. I was broken. I thought you had moved on. I thought you didn't want me anymore. You caused me pain. You didn't take my calls for two months, and that's when—" My voice broke. "That was when I met with the stranger. It happened when we broke up!" "That's not entirely true." Jace stepped closer. His voice was low. "Yes, we broke up. But I promised you I was going to get my mother's approval. I was working on it. Every day. I was trying to find a way back to you. And then you went and fucked someone else." He pointed at me like the betrayal still bled fresh inside him. "Gav

Brett's POV – The Same HospitalThe doors burst open.I held Vicky's hand. I had not let go since she collapsed in the living room. Her fingers were cold. Too cold."Coming through!"Nurses moved fast. Wheels squeaked. Monitors beeped somewhere ahead."BP dropping. Sixty over forty.""Get a line in.""Someone page the attending!"I walked beside the stretcher. My legs moved. My mouth stayed shut. I just held her hand and watched her face.She was so pale. Her chest rose and fell in small, shallow movements that did not look like breathing.Vicky.I said her name in my head. Over and over. Vicky. Vicky. Please. We had been happily married for five years. Five years of trying for a child. The quiet grief of each month, the way she absorbed it without letting it break her, the way she turned to me in the dark some nights without words, and I held her without them. Five years of mornings and nights together. Five years of her laugh. That laugh. I would give anything to hear that laugh r

Brett's POV The drive back took twelve minutes.I parked and walked in and found the first nurse I saw at the desk."Victoria Temples," I said. "My wife. What's her status?"The nurse typed something. Looked at the screen. "I don't have an update, sir. The team is with her.I sat.The chair was the same one I'd left an hour ago.Twenty minutes later.I watched the ICU bay doors. A nurse went in and came back out. Another followed.At thirty minutes, a nurse came out of the bay moving faster than normal. Something was wrong. I sat up.Another nurse followed. I stood.Through the small window in the bay door, I could see too much movement, too many people for a patient. Someone was calling out numbers. Someone else was responding.I walked toward it.A nurse stepped into my path. "Sir—""That's my wife in there.""Mr. Temples, we need you to wait—""What's happening? What's wrong?""Sir, the team is working, if you could just—"I looked at her.I don't know what my face was doing. Wh