All Chapters of Bleeding Love ,His Fatal Choice : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ROSALIE I was staring at the live broadcast. At him. Sheriff stood beneath a wall of cameras and flashing lights, one hand resting possessively on Marie's bare shoulder. His black suit was immaculate, his expression calm and confident. And then he took off his coat. He draped it around her. The crowd applauded. Marie smiled. Not the polite smile she gave strangers. The soft one. My throat tightened. Tonight was supposed to be our third anniversary. There was supposed to be dinner within the families. Instead, my husband was on national television, standing beside another woman as though she were the person he had promised to spend his life with. The reporter's voice floated through the phone. "Mr. Sheriff, is it true that Miss Marie will be staying at the estate following tonight's charity gala?" Sheriff smiled. "We're family." Two words. They shouldn't have hurt as much as they did. But they did. Because I knew what family meant to Sheriff. Family was the people he protected.

The stairwell doors slammed open above me. I knew those footsteps before I saw him. Heavy. Controlled. The same measured stride that used to steady me whenever I was afraid. Now, it only made my heart pound harder.Sheriff appeared on the landing. For one foolish second, hope rose inside me. He was here. Maybe he would finally listen. Maybe he would see the blood. Maybe he would see me. Then I looked at Marie. She was already sobbing in a nurse's arms, her injured wrist held against her chest as though it were the most important thing in the room. There was barely a red mark on it. Nothing compared to what was happening to me.I lay where I had fallen, my dress soaked dark, both hands pressed against my abdomen. Every breath hurt. The pain had become something alive inside me, twisting and tightening until I could barely think. "Sheriff—"Marie's voice cracked. "She pushed me." She pointed toward the yellow envelope scattered across the concrete. "She found out I knew about the other

THIRD POVSheriff knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the east suite. Rosalie was supposed to be there. She always was. Even when she was angry. Even when she cried. Even when he gave her reasons to hate him. She stayed.Tonight, the room was empty. Sheriff pushed the door wider. The bed had been stripped. The closet was bare. He stepped inside slowly. There were no suitcases. No clothes. No photographs. No trace of the woman who had lived there for three years.His eyes moved across the room. Everything he had given Rosalie was still there. The jewelry box. The designer bags. The expensive watch he had bought her after their second anniversary. Even the painting she had once told him she loved. She had taken none of it. Only her own things were gone.Sheriff's jaw tightened. "She left?"His security chief, standing behind him, nodded. "Apparently.""Apparently?""She signed the discharge papers herself."Sheriff turned. "She was discharged?""Yes.""When?""Last night.

I found the email at 9:14 a.m. The subject line was painfully ordinary. Re: Coastal Development — Material Supply Suspension. I opened it once. Then again. The words were still there. The primary steel supplier was withdrawing from the foundation phase, effective immediately. No negotiation. No transition period. Just a polite explanation about "concerns regarding project stability and leadership continuity."I leaned back in my chair. Someone was trying to stop the project. And they had chosen the one thing that could actually slow me down. I reached for the phone. "Marcus. Conference room. Now."He appeared less than a minute later. "What happened?"I turned the laptop toward him. He read the email. His expression changed. "That's impossible.""Apparently not.""They've supplied this project for years.""Which means someone gave them a reason to change their mind overnight."Marcus looked at me. "You think this is connected to—""I think someone wants me gone."He didn't argue. Twen

The call came at 2:17 a.m. I answered on the second ring because my brother was the only person left who could still reach me in the dark. "Rosie."His voice was weak. I was already sitting up. "What happened?""They're moving me to ICU."My feet hit the floor. "Why?""They changed something in the treatment protocol. My numbers dropped too fast."I grabbed the first shirt I could find. "I'm coming.""There's something else."I stopped. "The trust."My hand tightened around the phone. "What about it?""They said the upgraded treatment is covered, but the authorization needs to be renewed.""By who?"Silence. I already knew. "Sheriff," Liam whispered.I closed my eyes. The man I had spent days trying not to think about was suddenly standing between my brother and the treatment he needed. "I'll handle it.""Rosie…""I said I'll handle it."He was quiet for a moment. Then he said softly, "You don't have to forgive him just because he helps me."My throat tightened. "I know."I hung up.B