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"Clear the room!" I screamed at the screen, my voice breaking into a ragged, desperate sound I didn't recognize. "Get those fucking directors away from her! Give her air!""Sir, the paramedics are on their way," Kim yelled over the noise. "I'm staying right beside her, wait, her handbag spilled…""I don't care about her bag!" I slammed my hands against the desk again, tears of pure, helpless fury burning my eyes. "Get her to St. Jude’s! Clear the VIP elevator! I am taking the chopper right now!"I didn't wait for his reply. I tore the headset off, sending it crashing against the wall, and bolted out of the study."Jerome?!"Anna’s fragile, trembling voice echoed from the top of the stairs. She was standing near the banister, clad in a pale robe, her bandaged wrists pulled tight against her chest, her eyes wide and haunted."Jerome, what's wrong? Where are you going?" she whimpered, taking a shaky step down. "Please... don't leave. I had another nightmare, I can't be alone—"I stopped

Last Updated : 2026-10-10

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The grief and shock hit me so hard I dropped to my knees on the cold floor of the chopper, screaming a sound so raw and guttural it shattered my own throat. My child. Gone before I even got to hold the prescription slip in my hands. And Alexa—my wife, my sweet, proud Tomato—was drowning in her own blood on an operating table because I had left her so exhausted, so weak, and so utterly alone that she couldn't even stand on her own two feet.When Kim had called my grandfather to report her collapse and the revealed pregnancy, the old man had been overjoyed—finally, the Washington heir. But when the second call came through detailing the catastrophic crash on the rain-slicked streets, the shock was too much. The patriarch of our family had fainted on the spot, his blood pressure spiking to lethal levels, and he was now hooked up to monitors in the adjoining Emergency Ward.When the chopper finally touched down in the blinding rain on the hospital helipad, I didn't wait for the rotors

Last Updated : 2026-10-11

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"Sir, please—" Kim tried to intervene quietly from behind his chair, his own eyes swollen and red. "Shut up, Kim!" the old man snapped, never breaking his merciless glare from my face. "Look at what your selfish, martyr complex has done! You lost my heir! You lost your child! And now that girl is lying in there like a corpse because you couldn't see past your own misplaced guilt!" Every single word was a blade, turning inside my open wounds. He wasn't telling me anything I hadn't already screamed at myself in the mirror. He was right. It was my fault. I had killed my own child. I had driven my wife into a coma. "If she dies in that bed, Jerome," my grandfather whispered, his voice dropping into a deadly, final threat, "don't you ever dare call yourself a Washington aga

Last Updated : 2026-10-11

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Three months passed. Then six. Then ten.The medical team's optimistic updates slowly faded into sympathetic, quiet headshakes. The neurosurgeon gently brought up long-term care facilities. They whispered words like persistent vegetative state when they thought I wasn't listening. A cold, suffocating terror settled deep into my bones. The fear that she was gone forever—that her brilliant, sharp mind had abandoned this broken shell, became an unbearable weight pressing down on my chest every single second.Then, at the ten-month mark, the universe shifted.I was reviewing a contract late at night, the room lit only by the soft glow of my laptop screen and the rain pouring against the window outside.A tiny movement caught the corner of my eye.I froze. My breath hitched in my throat. On the white blanket, her right index finger twitched.I dropped my tablet onto the floor with a loud crash, scrambling to my feet so fast my chair flew backward. "Alexa?" I whispered, my voice trembling

Last Updated : 2026-10-12

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"She has no recollection of moving to the city," the doctor continued calmly. "She has no memory of applying to Washington Enterprises, no memory of working as your executive receptionist, and... she has absolutely no memory of you, Mr. Washington. Or your marriage."I stumbled back, my hands coming up to cover my face as a low, agonizing groan tore from my chest. Nothing. Every touch, every fight, every desperate kiss against the office window, the two year contract, the heavy silences, the rain-soaked penthouse... vanished. erased as if it had never happened."What about the baby?" my grandfather asked suddenly, his voice tight, probing. "Does she know about the pregnancy? The accident?""No," Dr. Harrison said firmly, his eyes hardening with a strict medical warning. "And under no circumstances should she be told right now. Pushing traumatic, high-stress information onto a brain recovering from severe diffuse axonal injury can trigger severe psychogenic shock, violent panic atta

Last Updated : 2026-10-12

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The towering CEO beside him, however, was staring at me with a deep, tormented frown that made my skin prickle."I'm okay, sir," I said, keeping my tone polite but cautious. "Um, thank you both for bringing me here, but it's completely unnecessary, really. It was just a small accident. I think I just sprained an ankle, surely—"I glanced over at Jerome Washington, watching his frown deepen so severely it looked like a physical wound on his face."Bringing me here to this ridiculous, expensive suite isn't necessary," I continued, clearing my throat. "Given that you're paying for all this, right, Mr. Washington?"He swallowed hard, his broad shoulders tensing as he gave a tight, unnatural nod, staring at me as if I were speaking a foreign language."Well, mind you, I don't have the money to pay you back," I blurted out, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment flush my cheeks. "As you can see, I'm just an elementary school teacher. I can't afford another hour in a place like this—""Don't

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

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That night, the suite in the hospital felt like a war room, but the enemy wasn’t a rival corporation or a hostile takeover—it was time, fragile neural pathways, and a mind that had completely locked me out.Grandfather and I sat in the adjoining private parlor of her floor, the rain drumming a steady, somber beat against the glass. He leaned heavily on his mahogany cane, his sharp eyes fixed on the dim lights of the city skyline, while I paced the carpet until the soles of my shoes felt worn through."The neurosurgeon was clear, Jerome," Grandfather said, his gravelly voice tight with an unfamiliar caution. "If we push her, if we drop the weight of this past year on her head—the corporate marriage, the contract, the scandal, the loss of the child, her mind will retreat even further. She could slip into a psychogenic fugue state. We could lose her entirely.""I can't just let her live a lie, Grandfather!" I rasped, my throat raw from days of unspoken grief. "She thinks it’s one year a

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

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ALEXA POVWhat the hell was happening? Seriously, what kind of universe had I accidentally stumbled into?It was supposed to be a mild accident—a sprained ankle, a bumped knee, and a few scattered spelling tests in a muddy alleyway. Instead, I had just spent an entire week living like royalty in a five-star hospital suite with a private nurse named Sarah, whom I spent half the time laughing with while we binged Netflix on a brand-new, ultra-high-end tablet.I mean, wow. I definitely wasn't complaining, but it felt completely surreal.The biggest shocker had been calling my principal, Mrs. Gable. She was a notoriously terrifying woman who treated paid leave like a personal insult and wouldn't hesitate to write someone up for being five minutes late. I had called her from the hospital bed, practically trembling, expecting a furious lecture about abandoned lesson plans.Instead? She sounded downright sweet. She gently told me to "take all the time in the world" and explicitly forbade m

Last Updated : 2026-10-14

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My landlord, Mr. Papadopoulos—a notoriously grumpy Greek man who usually spent his days yelling at tenants over three-day-late rent, was standing on a stepladder in the lobby, scrubbing the wall with a sponge like his life depended on it. The moment the door clicked, he spun around, nearly falling off his ladder."Oi, Alexa!" he boomed, his eyes wide as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Welcome home! Great to see you back!"I blinked, thoroughly unsettled. "Um... hi, Mr. Papadopoulos. Are you... cleaning?""Listen to me," he interrupted quickly, wiping his hands on a rag and talking at a hundred miles an hour like he was rehearsing a speech. "By the way! While you were away, the nearby apartment... uh... vacated! Yes! They left behind brand-new furniture. A big plush couch, a high-end bed, new appliances. I don't have room for them in storage, and I can't just throw them away, right?""Wait, what?" I frowned. "Mr. Papadopoulos, I—""So I put it all in your apartment!" he

Last Updated : 2026-10-14

Chapter 70

Several hours later…I was already yawning, I stared at my glowing new iPhone screen that was also from the lost and found, in the dim bedroom, my thumb scrolling through the long, formal email from Principal Gable.A Special Gifted Initiative.That was what she called it. I sank back onto my ridiculously plush new mattress, my brow furrowed in utter confusion. The email went on to explain that my old grade-one class had been reassigned to another teacher while I was away. Starting tomorrow, I was being moved to a newly renovated classroom at the end of the primary hall to lead a select group of students under a highly funded private pilot program.Then came the rules. A whole bulleted list of them.Under no circumstances are photos or videos of the new classroom to be taken.No postings on personal social media accounts regarding the students, lesson plans, or classroom activities.Personal smartphones must remain stowed in the desk drawer during school hours.Any media inquiries or

Last Updated : 2026-10-15

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