Alle Kapitel von TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

The sun shone brightly over the grand courtyard of St. Matthew Medical Center, casting clear, long shadows across the concrete walkways.Vivian walked down the long glass corridor connecting the main hospital wing to the pediatric recovery unit. She wore her white doctor's coat over a slim grey dress, carrying a black leather chart folder under her arm. Her black heels clicked steadily against the polished floor. It was just past twelve o'clock, and the hospital was filled with the usual energetic midday hum–nurses pushing medicine carts, visitors carrying colorful flowers, and junior doctors discussing patient files near the central elevators.Only two hours had passed since she, Arthur, and Emma had left young Leo's room. The sight of the little boy holding Emma's golden bear painting still brought a warm, lingering smile to Vivian's face."Dr. Sinclair," a soft voice called out.Vivian stopped near the main desk, turning to see Nurse Sarah walking toward her holding a white clip tr

The soft morning sunlight glinted off the ocean waves, casting warm silver reflections across the wide stone terrace of the Sinclair estate.Vivian stood near the marble railing, holding a steaming mug of hot green tea. She wore a tailored white blouse tucked into high-waisted beige trousers, her hair pinned back in a neat, professional roll. On her right wrist, the small sapphire bracelet Arthur had given her the night before caught the light, sparkling brightly against her skin. A gentle sea breeze blew across the terrace, bringing the crisp, refreshing scent of salt water.Behind her, the heavy glass patio doors slid open with a quiet hum. Arthur stepped out onto the terrace, looking sharp and commanding in a dark grey suit with a silver silk tie. He carried a small leather tray with a plate of warm blueberry muffins and a cup of black coffee."You're standing out here early, my love," Arthur said smoothly, setting the tray down on the wrought-iron patio table.Vivian turned to him

The late afternoon sun sank below the distant horizon, casting long amber rays across the manicured lawns and stone walkways of the Sinclair estate.Vivian stood near the wide kitchen window, holding a crystal bowl filled with fresh strawberries. She wore a soft lavender wool sweater and tailored white trousers, her hair falling loosely around her shoulders. On her wrist, the sapphire bracelet caught the warm glow of the setting sun, sparkling softly against her skin. The rich aroma of roasted chicken, garlic butter, and fresh herbs filled the warm, cozy room."Dr. Sinclair, I have the silver platter ready for the appetizer table," Nurse Clara said, stepping out from the pantry with a polished tray of fresh cheeses and warm bread."Thank you, Clara," Vivian replied with a warm, genuine smile. "Everything smells wonderful. Is Emma finished washed up for dinner?""She is upstairs right now, putting on her special yellow dress," Clara laughed softly. "She insisted that a chief inspector

The warm afternoon sun poured through the high glass windows of St. Matthew Medical Center, casting a bright golden light across the bustling third-floor corridor. The rhythmic hum of hospital activity filled the air—nurses wheeling supply carts down the polished hall, soft chimes echoing from overhead call speakers, and the steady, comforting sound of footsteps moving along the glass walkways.Vivian walked slowly down the hallway, taking a deep, satisfying breath. The light cotton of her white lab coat felt comfortable over her simple silk top and dark trousers. Her body felt pleasantly tired after the intense, ninety-minute surgery that had saved little Hannah’s life, but her heart was overflowing with deep, quiet joy. Every muscle in her shoulders, which had been locked in strict concentration over the infant operating table, was finally beginning to relax.Nurse Sarah hurried up to her, carrying a small silver tray with a glass of cool water and a fresh patient chart resting on t

The soft golden light of early morning filtered through the sheer silk curtains of the master bedroom, painting delicate patterns across the dark hardwood floor.Vivian stirred gently in the oversized king bed, opening her eyes to the peaceful warmth of the room. She wore a soft cream silk nightgown, her dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders. Beside her, Arthur was already awake, resting on his side with his head propped up by one hand. His dark grey eyes were fixed on her face with a quiet, intense adoration that instantly brought a sweet smile to her lips."Good morning, my love," Arthur whispered, his deep voice carrying the thick, warm gravel of sleep. He reached out, his long thumb gently brushing across her cheek.Vivian turned slightly, resting her head against his broad chest and inhaling the familiar scent of cedarwood and fresh cotton. "Good morning, Arthur. How long have you been awake?""Long enough to appreciate how peaceful you look when you're resting," Arthur mu