All Chapters of Betrayed by my Husband, So I Took His Sister: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

>>>Samantha's POVThree months had passed since the accident, and Mikayla was still the same.Neither of us were losing hope. We stayed by her side the way we always had, following the schedule with the small adjustments that came once Claire and her family joined in. Some days felt heavier than others, but the routine held us together.Then Lawrence finally sent the news I'd been waiting for.His message was short. Watch the livestream of the Specialists and Medbots Collaboration Training on MagentaX's official site. He attached the link. Every documentation and progress they could share publicly was going up there in real time.I opened my laptop beside Mikayla's bed and started the stream. The second the feed loaded, every emotion I'd been holding in a careful line started moving at once. Hope pressed up under my ribs. Fear sat cold at the base of my throat. Nerves made my hands unsteady on the keyboard. All of it crashed through me while I s

>>>Samantha's POVOver the next few days the calls between St. Agnes and the Neuro team never really stopped. Papers kept landing in my hands, and I signed every one of them, including the consent for documentation, because I knew she would have wanted her name attached to something that might help other people the way this might help her.They moved her into the operating room with the observation glass already set. Outside, the media swarmed for a chance to sit behind that glass. I shut every request down. The stream would be enough. The hospital gave them a stretch of sidewalk and a line of barriers instead, and that was where they waited, cameras already pointed at the entrance.I waited there too.When the team finally came through, Lawrence was in front with Miguel and Viktoria close beside him. Security pushed the reporters back as flashes went off and voices climbed over each other, one question crashing into the next. Lawrence stopped only long

The days after I woke up moved in a soft, uneven rhythm.Morning light would slip across the private ward first, pale against the white sheets, and Samantha was almost always already there, sometimes half-asleep in the chair with her head tilted toward the bed, sometimes standing with a cup of warm water and a careful smile. The smell of antiseptic never fully left the room, but her perfume cut through it in small, familiar waves every time she leaned close.“Sit up a little for me,” she’d say, voice quiet, one arm already sliding behind my back.I’d let her do most of the work on purpose, not because I couldn’t try, but because the warmth of her hands felt better than effort. My body was still slow and heavy, muscles complaining at the smallest things, and I used that freely. When she reached for the comb, I tipped my head into her palm like a spoiled cat. When she brought the spoon closer during breakfast, I opened my mouth and waited instead of taking it mys

The talk left us raw in the best way.Everything I’d kept locked down was finally out between us, and the air in the room felt different for it, thicker, warmer, charged. Samantha looked at me like she was seeing all of me at once and choosing it anyway. That alone made the heat pool low in my stomach.She moved first.Her mouth found mine, slow at first, then deeper, claiming instead of asking. I parted for her with a soft sound and felt her smile against my lips before she trailed down my jaw to my neck.“I’ve got you,” she murmured against my skin. “All of you.”Her hands worked at my clothes with steady purpose, peeling fabric away until the cool air touched bare skin and then her mouth followed. When the swell of my breasts was exposed she covered one with her mouth and sucked the nipple gently, then firmer, the wet heat of it making my back arch.“Sam-”“You’re so soft here,” she whispered, switching to the other side. “I’ve wanted this. Wanted

The plan was already moving by the time I left the conference room.I set up the virtual call with Miguel the same afternoon. The screen lit up with his office in Europe, papers stacked unevenly at the edge of the desk, the low industrial hum of a factory floor bleeding through the speakers. James sat beside me on our end, spine straight, hands resting flat on the table like he was bracing for the weight of the conversation. Samantha stayed quiet in the chair near the wall, phone face-down in her lap, eyes moving between the screen and me without interrupting.“Miguel,” I said once the connection stabilized. “This is James. He’s taking over as CEO of SOT. We’re here to lock in the collaboration between CPT and SOT.”Miguel’s gaze shifted to James first, assessing, then settled back on me. One of his brows lifted a fraction. I didn’t soften the opening.“I’m offering SOT as a third-party manufacturing company for CPT. The demand for medbots isn’t just Europe