All Chapters of THE WIFE HE LOST TOO LATE: I DON'T NEED YOUR REGRET MR. CEO : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"There are no other options," he fired back gently but firmly. "We have to weigh the risk of liver strain against the immediate threat of brain damage from a febrile seizure."I looked at my little girl lying under the bright fluorescent lights.Her skin looked so pale, save for the unnatural red flush staining her cheeks. I was a billionaire CEO who controlled medical patents, yet I was powerless to save her. All the money in the world meant nothing if the medicine did not exist in the building."Do the ice baths," I finally whispered, my voice cracking. "But wait on the adult dose.""Miss Caldwell, I strongly advise against delaying—"Before the nurse could place the first ice pack on Mira's chest, the heavy double doors of the suite slammed open.A breathless senior nurse rushed into the room carrying a small, insulated silver lockbox."Wait," she gasped, practically jogging toward the bed.She popped the metal latch on the box and pulled out a small glass vial filled with clear li

Cheryl shoved her hands hard against my chest.The physical blow did not even move me, but the absolute terror in her voice pushed me backward. She looked at me like I was a monster about to drag a sick child out of a hospital bed.She stood there guarding the door, panting heavily, looking ready to fight me to the death if I took another step.I just saved that little girl's life. I called in every single favor I had to get that medicine flown across the state. And my ex-wife still looked at me like I was the devil."Cheryl," I tried to say.I kept my voice as calm as possible to defuse the situation."Don't!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "Just leave us alone!"I looked past her shoulder toward the door of the pediatric suite. I wanted to turn the handle and walk inside. I wanted to see the little girl with the dark hair. I needed to know if her fever was really gone.But I saw the wild panic swimming in Cheryl's eyes.If I took one more step, she would start screaming for secur

The soft, steady beep of the bedside monitor was finally gone.The only sound left in the room was Mira’s quiet, even breathing. I sat in the chair next to her bed and watched her chest rise and fall in the dim light of the nightstand lamp. The doctors at the hospital discharged us an hour ago. The rare medicine Brian sent worked quickly to break her fever. Her vitals stabilized enough for the medical team to remove the IV line and send us home.My whole body ached. The adrenaline that kept me moving through the frantic race to the emergency room faded. It left me hollow and exhausted. My high heels sat discarded near the bedroom door. I leaned forward in my chair and gently brushed a loose dark curl away from her forehead.Her skin was cool. The terrifying heat was gone.A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the bedroom. A second later, a loud clap of thunder rattled the window panes. The winter freeze from Boston followed us home and morphed into a violent rainstorm. Rain lashed a

Brian’s devastating question hung in the air between us.He stood in my foyer dripping wet, waiting for an answer. The tears mixed with the rain on his face. Four years ago, seeing him cry would have broken my heart into a million pieces. It would have made me fold into his arms and forgive him for every single mistake he ever made.But I was not that naive twenty-two-year-old girl anymore.I looked at the crumpled paper in his hand. The red wax seal was broken, and the ink was smeared from the storm. The truth was out in the open.He opened his mouth to speak again. The thunder rumbled loud enough to shake the floorboards beneath our feet."Cheryl, just tell me—"I stepped forward and grabbed the wet fabric of his dress shirt. I didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence. I shoved him backward toward the exit.He stumbled slightly in surprise, his expensive shoes slipping on the wet marble floor."Get out," I hissed, pushing him again.I forced him backward across the threshold

The morning sun glared through the tall windows of my office, but it offered no warmth.I sat behind my desk in the same damp clothes I wore yesterday. I hadn't gone home to change, and I hadn't slept for a single second. Every time I closed my eyes, I just saw Cheryl standing on that porch in the freezing rain.I heard her calm, steady voice cutting through the thunder over and over again.She didn't scream or throw things at me. She just looked at me with pure pity and told me I lost my right to be a father. The worst part was knowing she was absolutely right.That sickening truth kept me awake all night.I spent the last four years telling myself she was just a scared kid who ran away from a busy husband. I blamed her for giving up on our marriage. Sitting in the dark last night forced me to face the reality of what I actually did to her.I drove her away. I chose my company, my ego, and my damn assistant over my own wife.I rubbed my tired eyes and stared at the wrinkled paper sit