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Ethan's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of Rose standing before him. He hadn't expected to run into her, and her presence left him momentarily stunned. It wasn't until someone cleared their throat that Ethan realized Rose wasn't alone. His gaze shifted to the man standing beside her, who eyed Ethan with disdain. “Who's this?” the man asked, his tone dripping with disgust. Rose's response was laced with venom. “No one significant. Just my sister's ex-husband.” Ethan's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the implications. He knew that Rose's sister, Maria, was still married to him, so why was Rose referring to him as her ex-husband? Ethan's eyes locked onto Rose, his voice laced with urgency and confusion. “What do you mean by 'ex-husband'?” he demanded. Rose's expression turned icy, and she refused to answer. Ethan's gaze shifted to the man standing beside Rose. “And who's this?” he asked, his tone neutral. Rose's anger flared, her face reddening. “How dare you refer to him like that?” she spat, her voice venomous. Ethan's eyes rolled in exasperation. “Rose, who the hell is this man?” he barked. The stranger stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. “You dare not scream at her,” he growled. Ethan's gaze snapped to the man, his voice cold. “I wasn't talking to you. This is between me and my sister-in-law. Stay out of this!” Rose's laughter was like ice. “Sister-in-law, my foot,” she sneered, stamping her foot. Ethan's eyes narrowed, confusion etched on his face. He couldn't recall ever having a clash with Rose before his imprisonment. What has changed? Ethan's calm demeanor remained intact as he called out to Rose. She smirked, seeming to relish the moment. “This is Caleb, the youngest master of the Swayne family,” Rose announced, her voice dripping with malice. “And just so you know, he's my sister's fiancé.” Ethan's eyes narrowed, confusion etched on his face. “Fiancé?” he repeated. Rose nodded, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “Yes, you heard me right, convict.” Ethan felt a jolt of shock at the label. Rose, of all people, knew why he was in jail, and yet she was throwing it in his face. But that was the least of his concerns. His mind reeled as he struggled to comprehend how his supposed wife could be getting married. “Rose, can you listen to yourself?” Ethan asked, trying to make sense of the situation. But Rose ignored him, her eyes blazing with anger. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded. "You're supposed to be in prison. The last time I checked, you still have two years to serve. So, what the fuck are you doing here?” Ethan's frustration boiled over, his anger and confusion reaching a breaking point. “Stop playing games, Rose,” he said, his voice high. Rose's laughter sent a chill down his spine. “Do I look like a joker?” she taunted. Ethan's eyes locked onto Rose, his voice low and urgent. “How's Maria? Where's my child? Is it a boy or a girl?” he demanded. Memories came flooding back. Maria had been pregnant when he left. He had taken the blame for her mistake, a desperate attempt to shield her from a six-year prison sentence. The weight of that decision lingered, a constant reminder of the sacrifices he had made for the woman he loved. And now Rose had the guts to tell him that she's getting married, after everything they had been through. During his four-year incarceration, Maria never once visited him. She claimed to be working tirelessly, day and night, to provide for herself and their child. Instead, she sent him letters with her regards. Ethan didn't question this, feeling like a failure for not being able to provide a comfortable life for them before his imprisonment. In her letters, Maria also lamented about the difficulties she faced, claiming that her family had neglected her. Ethan's heart went out to her, and he felt a deep sense of regret and responsibility. He became determined to turn his life around and make a better future for himself and his family. It was during this time that Ethan met an old man in prison, who became a mentor to him. The old man taught Ethan valuable skills and knowledge, which Ethan eagerly absorbed. The old man, sensing his mortality, had been searching for a worthy successor to inherit his knowledge. He found that person in Ethan, and over time, passed on all his wisdom and expertise. When the old man eventually passed away, Ethan was left with a treasure trove of knowledge that would change his life forever. As Ethan's skills and reputation grew, so did his fame. He became renowned for helping the country train the world's most elite warriors. His expertise also made him a sought-after protector for billionaires, and he saved countless lives. Despite his success, Ethan's heart ached with the desire to help his wife, Maria. However, his imprisonment limited his access to his bank accounts, and he had no idea how much wealth he had accumulated. The last time he checked, he had a couple of billion dollars, but he couldn't access it from behind bars. Ethan's dilemma was compounded by his concern for Maria's safety. If he were to ask someone to help her, it would mean exposing her to potential danger, which was unacceptable to him since he was still in prison. Ethan's decision not to intervene on Maria's behalf was rooted in a deep sense of responsibility and guilt. Her actions had led to someone's death, and he felt obligated to serve his full prison sentence as a way to honor the dead. As he stood there, reeling from the news of Maria's impending marriage, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. “Maria getting married?” he muttered to himself. “Who would have thought that's how she'd repay me after everything I did for her?” Rose's response was mocking laughter that sent a chill down Ethan's spine. “You're a foolish,” she said, shaking her head. “You're a fool to think you actually slept with Maria that day.” Ethan's eyebrows shot up confused. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice laced with a growing sense of unease. Ethan's eyes widened in stunned silence as Rose began to speak. “There was no child,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion. “You didn't have sex with Maria that night. We only forced you to marry her, and the only way we could do that was by lying to you.” Ethan's mind reeled as he struggled to process the enormity of Maria's deception. But before he could respond, she dropped another bombshell. “It wasn't Maria who pushed someone off the cliff,” Rose said, her eyes glinting with a cold light. “It was Rowan who killed someone. But we knew how much you were willing to do anything for her, so we decided to ask her to take the blame, knowing you would not watch her go to jail.” Ethan felt like he had been punched in the gut. He was shocked, his entire world turned upside down by Rose's revelation. He had been played like a fool all these while, manipulated into taking the fall for a crime he didn't commit.Latest Chapter
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“Get me a full neuro workup, now! And push phenobarbital, 20 mg IV,” he barked, his medical instinct taking over despite the fear. He moved back to Victoria’s side, placing his hands on her temples this time. He didn’t try to pour raw power in. Instead, he sent out fine, seeking threads of energy, probes trying to map the chaos in her mind.It was like touching a live wire. Jagged, hostile feedback zapped back at his senses. His own head pounded in sympathy. Blood dripped steadily from his nose now, spotting Victoria’s pillow. He ignored it.The anti-seizure medication flowed into her IV. For a long, terrifying minute, nothing changed. The spiking lines on the EEG continued their violent dance.Then, slowly, the peaks began to lessen. The chaotic scribbles smoothed into slower, rolling waves. The frantic beeping slowed, returning to a steadier, if still abnormal, rhythm.The next six hours were a relentless siege. Ethan operated on Victoria’s body. When her kidneys showed signs o
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The hospital corridor was a tunnel of silence at 5:30 AM. Ethan stood outside Victoria’s room, dressed in dark scrubs. He had insisted on being in the operating theatre. He would oversee every second.The door opened. Two orderlies pushed a gurney out. Victoria lay on it, draped in a thin cotton gown, an IV already in her arm. Her eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling. They were dry now, and empty. Her eyes stayed fixed elsewhere, burning with the sting of betrayal. They hadn’t given her a single chance to stand and fight for their baby.They moved down the hall to the elevator, to the surgical floor. In the pre-op area, the anesthesiologist, a man Ethan trusted, gave him a brief nod. “We’re ready, General. She’s been sedated lightly for anxiety.”Ethan looked at Victoria. Her eyes were half-closed, the fight gone.He followed the gurney into the operating room. He took his place at the head of the table, near Victoria’s shoulder, a position to monitor her vitals and to be close if
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Ethan’s words hung in the air. “We have to get rid of the baby.”Victoria’s scream dissolved into ragged, broken sobs. She curled onto her side, away from him, her body a tight ball of grief and defiance. The monitors beeped faster, tracking her distress."you need to be calm," he whispered.But Victoria, was far from listening to anyone.Ethan stood up. His face was pale, his eyes dark with a storm she had never seen before.It wasn’t anger, It was horror. He turned and walked out of the room. His steps were too steady, too controlled. He moved down the hospital corridor like a machine, nurses and orderies parting for him without a word.He didn’t stop until he reached a deserted supply closet at the end of the hall. He shoved the door open, stepped inside, and locked it. He drove his fist into a metal shelving unit. Once. Twice. The clang was deafening in the small space. Pain shot up his arm. He welcomed it. He leaned his forehead against the cool, dented metal, breathing hard
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The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, clipboard pressed against his chest like a shield. His eyes flicked between Ethan and Victoria, careful, measured.Victoria’s fingers tightened around Ethan’s hand. Her pulse jumped under his thumb. She suspected the doctor was about to reveal her secret.She cleared her throat. Voice thin. “I’m… I’m tired, Doctor. Can we talk later?”The doctor’s brows lifted slightly. He glanced at Ethan, then back to her.Ethan caught it—the quick look, the hesitation. His head turned slow. Eyes narrowed. He glanced from Victoria’s pale face to the doctor’s guarded expression.“No,” Ethan said. Flat. Final. “You talk now.”Victoria’s breath hitched. She tried to pull her hand free, but Ethan held on. Not rough. Just steady.“Ethan—” she started, her heart pounded. He didn’t look at her. Kept staring at the doctor. “Speak.”The doctor shifted a bit. Opened his mouth. but before he could speak, Victoria started coughing. Sudden. Hard. Wet. Her whole body
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Chapter 182. Hand on the knob. His chest tightened. He could see her through the gap—pale face, closed eyes, tubes snaking from her arm to the IV stand. Machines beeped steady. He stepped in. Closed the door quietly. Pulled the chair close to the bed. Sat. Watched her chest rise and fall. Remorse hit him like a gut punch. He dragged a hand over his face, fingers rough against stubble. Foolish. So damn foolish. He had thought she was betraying him. Hiding phones. Meeting shadows. But here she was—broken because of his world, his enemies. He had dragged her into the fire, and now she burned. "I'm sorry," he whispered again. Voice broke. He leaned forward, elbows on knees. Head bowed. "I should've protected you better. Should've seen it coming." Victoria stirred. A small sound escaped her lips. Her eyelids fluttered. Ethan straightened fast. Reached for her hand. Gentle. His thumb stroked her knuckles. Her eyes opened. Focused on him. Tears welled up instantly. "Ethan..." We
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Ethan stood there—right behind her—arms loose at his sides, face calm as stone.Victoria’s eyes widened. The gun jerked back up for half a second before she forced it down again.“You—” Her voice cracked. “You were supposed to come through the door.”“I changed the plan.” Ethan’s tone was even. Almost gentle. “You need to be more alert, Victoria. If I can slip up behind you that easily, Jack will eat you alive.”Victoria’s shoulders dropped. A long, shaky sigh slipped out of her—like she’d been holding her breath underwater for minutes. The pistol trembled in her hands. She lowered it slowly, barrel pointing at the carpet.The room stayed silent. Too silent.Ethan stepped past her. “I need to use the bathroom. Stay here. Don’t move.”He walked into the attached bathroom and closed the door. The lock clicked.Victoria stood frozen in the middle of the dark bedroom. The Glock felt heavier now. Her pulse still hammered in her ears.She turned toward the vanity again, trying to steady her
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