Alle Kapitel von TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

The autumn rain started late on Tuesday afternoon, drumming a steady, heavy beat against the tall glass windows of St. Matthew Medical Center. Inside room 402 of the pediatric recovery ward, six-year-old Toby sat upright on his bed, his eyes fixed on the small plastic race car zooming across his bedsheets.Vivian stood near the door, her hands resting quietly in the pockets of her crisp white lab coat. She watched Toby’s breath–steady, soft, and unhurried. Just forty-eight hours ago, the boy had arrived at the emergency bay with a severe ventricular obstruction, his lips blue and his pulse fluttering like a trapped sparrow. Seeing him now, warm-cheeked and chatting eagerly with his mother, filled her chest with a deep, quiet relief."His color is completely back, Dr. Sinclair," Toby’s mother, Sarah, said softly. She wiped her red-rimmed eyes with a crumpled tissue, her shoulders finally dropping after days of crippling tension. "I can’t remember the last time he laughed like this with

Thursday morning broke with a dazzling golden sunrise over the coastal city. A gentle sea breeze cleared away the autumn mist, leaving the sky painted in wide bands of clear amber and soft sapphire blue.Inside the main administrative office of St. Matthew Medical Center, Vivian stood beside her wide mahogany desk, pulling on a fitted dark grey blazer over her crisp ivory blouse. Beside her, Nurse Clara was briskly placing several stamped leather binders into a large black travel tote bag."The morning surgical briefings are completely cleared, Chief," Clara reported, her face beaming with energy. "Dr. Vance is covering emergency pediatric intake until two o'clock, and the preliminary schedule for next week's international summit in Geneva is printed and ready."Vivian picked up her stethoscope, draping it neatly over her collar, and smiled warmly at her trusted chief nurse. "Thank you, Clara. How is little Toby doing this morning?""He was discharged thirty minutes ago!" Clara laughe

Monday morning arrived with a gray overcast sky hanging over the city. A light, misty drizzle coated the broad glass facade of St. Matthew Medical Center, where early traffic moved slowly along the slick asphalt streets.Inside the third-floor cardiac surgical unit, Vivian walked down the quiet corridor with a silver thermos of black coffee in her right hand and a stack of patient files tucked under her left arm. She wore a tailored charcoal skirt suit with her pristine white lab coat draped over her shoulders. Despite the gloomy weather outside, her gait was crisp, energetic, and purposeful.She paused at the central nursing station, setting the thermos on the counter. "Good morning, Clara. Has the preliminary prep work for little Mia's procedure tomorrow morning been finalized?"Nurse Clara turned around from her desk, holding a printed checklist with a bright smile. "Everything is on schedule, Dr. Sinclair. Her pre-op blood panels arrived from the laboratory twenty minutes ago–all

Wednesday morning brought a clean, crisp autumn light over the city. A brisk wind chased fallen amber leaves across the polished granite courtyard of St. Matthew Medical Center. Inside, the quiet warmth of the ground-floor pediatric lobby was filled with the gentle clinking of porcelain cups and the low, comforting hum of morning activity.Vivian walked through the double glass doors wearing a cream-colored wool coat over a simple navy dress. Her dark hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, and her eyes held a calm, unmistakable radiance. She carried a small canvas bag containing a fresh set of sketchbooks and soft pastels for the children’s creative therapy room.Nurse Clara met her near the central desk, holding a clipboard and a fresh mug of herbal tea. "Good morning, Dr. Sinclair. You look completely rested today.""I slept seven full hours, Clara," Vivian smiled, taking the tea with a quiet nod of thanks. "It makes a world of difference. How is our star patient in Room 304 do

Friday morning arrived with a clear, golden sky after a night of heavy autumn rain. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the clean scent of damp pine needles and fresh earth across the grounds of the Sinclair estate. Sunlight filtered through the high glass windows of the master suite, casting long, warm geometric patterns across the hardwood floor.Vivian opened her eyes to the quiet comfort of Arthur’s arm resting securely across her waist. She lay still for a moment, listening to his steady, rhythmic breathing. For the first time in years, her mind was completely free of anxiety, untouched by the lingering ghosts of past betrayals or the urgent pressure of emergency surgeries. She reached down, gently resting her hand over his warm fingers, letting out a soft, contented sigh.Arthur shifted beside her, his grey eyes opening slowly. A fond, sleepy smile broke across his handsome features as he looked down at her."Good morning, my love," Arthur said, his voice low and gravelly from