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CHAPTER 94
Vanessa’s POV “You didn’t think he’d jump into your arms, did you?” I hissed under my breath the moment I shut the door behind me, my nails digging into my palm as if pain could soften the sting of rejection.I paced the dimly lit hallway, clutching my phone like it was the last piece of sanity I had left. My heels tapped a sharp rhythm on the tiled floor, each step echoing everything I couldn’t say to his face. Ethan had made it painfully clear that I was tolerated, not welcome. And yet, why did it sting so damn much? That look in his eyes, cold and clipped, as if I was just some inconvenient visitor overstaying my welcome.“You okay, Miss?” A nurse passed by, eyeing me with mild concern, her voice breaking through my spiraling thoughts.“I’m fine,” I replied a little too fast, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes.Of course I wasn’t okay. I’d fed him, cleaned up after him, stayed by his side like some loyal pup, and how did he repay me? A verbal pat on the head and a cas
CHAPTER 93
Ethan’s POV My head throbbed as I sat upright, clutching the new phone Tim had handed me just hours ago. The hospital room was silent, save for the soft hum of machines and the distant echo of nurses' shoes squeaking against polished floors. But inside me? A storm raged, churning hotter than the ache wrapping around my ribs."What kind of mess did you leave behind, Dad?" I whispered into the dimness, my eyes fixed on the faint cracks in the ceiling plaster. "Were you two victims? Or were you the architects of the mess I'm drowning in now?" I rubbed my hand over my jaw, the stubble prickling beneath my fingers. Offshore rigs. Smuggled funds. Sinclair-linked shell corporations in unregistered locations. All traced back to documents Jordan unearthed through that aged flash drive. Jordan had promised me more answers soon, but each breadcrumb only led to deeper rot. Victor. His name wasn’t printed anywhere yet, but I knew that man’s rot an he won't voluntarily be excused. It clung to
CHAPTER 92
Ethan’s POV “Sir, are you alright? We got here as fast as we could!”The door burst open, and just like that, the room was no longer quiet. The energy shifted, urgent, familiar, grounding. My aides swarmed in, four of them in tailored suits that had clearly traveled through the night. One more trailed behind, slightly out of breath, his badge still clipped from the late shift. But it was Tim I looked for. And there he was.“Mr. President,” Tim called out with a grin that pulled the fresh pink skin of his recently healed face tight. “Don’t tell me you missed me that much.”I let out a low chuckle, careful not to shake my ribs too much. “Tim. Looks like you couldn’t wait to get out of a hospital bed just to toss me into one.”The entire room burst into laughter. Even I cracked a wider smile, despite the dull throb pulsing through my side.“Wouldn’t dare, sir. You’re the only one who makes those hospital gowns look presidential,” he quipped, stepping forward with a mock bow.“Then you h
CHAPTER 91
Ethan’s POV I watched her from the bed, the way she fussed over the tray like a waitress auditioning for a role she wasn’t born for. Vanessa was wiping the edges of the food tray now, meticulous, like it mattered. Who knew she had it in her, this sudden nurturing instinct? This strange, delicate roleplay of wifeliness. Except she wasn’t my wife. Not anymore. And even when she was, she wasn’t like this.She picked up the now-empty bottle of water and dropped it into the wastebasket like it had personally offended her, then reached for the napkins and folded them neatly as if she were resetting a table at a five-star restaurant.“You really don’t have to do that,” I said, finally breaking the silence.She turned, wide-eyed, like I’d caught her stealing something. “Do what?”“This,” I gestured weakly. “Waiting on me like it’s some dinner date.”She gave a small, almost innocent shrug. “You needed the help. I was already here.”But were you? I wondered silently. Were you just... already
CHAPTER 90
Ethan’s POV I watched her from the bed, the way she fussed over the tray like a waitress auditioning for a role she wasn’t born for. Vanessa was wiping the edges of the food tray now, meticulous, like it mattered. Who knew she had it in her, this sudden nurturing instinct? This strange, delicate roleplay of wifeliness. Except she wasn’t my wife. Not anymore. And even when she was, she wasn’t like this.She picked up the now-empty bottle of water and dropped it into the wastebasket like it had personally offended her, then reached for the napkins and folded them neatly as if she were resetting a table at a five-star restaurant.“You really don’t have to do that,” I said, finally breaking the silence.She turned, wide-eyed, like I’d caught her stealing something. “Do what?”“This,” I gestured weakly. “Waiting on me like it’s some dinner date.”She gave a small, almost innocent shrug. “You needed the help. I was already here.”But were you? I wondered silently. Were you just... already
CHAPTER 89
Vanessa’s POV Ethan shifted on the bed, jaw tight, eyes clouded with a stubborn fire. I watched him clench his fists against the sheets as he braced himself to stand. Every movement was deliberate, slow, like his body was screaming in pain but his pride wouldn’t let him show it. Typical Ethan. Always the strong one. Always the hero, even if it meant tearing himself apart.He groaned softly, trying to mask it with a sharp breath, and pushed himself upright.“Ethan, please,” I said, stepping closer. “You need to relax. I’m not here to hurt you, I swear. If you want me gone, just say the word, I’ll leave. But please… don’t strain yourself. Let your body recover.”He didn’t even look at me.“I need to get a message to the palace,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face. “They’ll be worried sick by now.”“You can use my phone,” I said, extending my phone toward Ethan with a smile that didn’t quite meet my eyes. My fingers trembled just slightly, but I held it steady. Calm. Collected.
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