All Chapters of HIS FORSAKEN WIFE HIS GREATEST REGRET : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Ten Minutes Too Late

Connor was almost smiling, holding Ziva's iPad when he pushed open the door."I found it," he called out. "Ziva, I found your."Her bed was empty."A nurse was tucking the corner of the sheet.Connor stood in the doorway."Where is she?"The nurse glanced up. "Dr. Sammy discharged her about ten minutes ago. A cab took her home," the nurse added, turning back to the sheet.Connor felt the floor drop.""A cab?" His voice was very quiet. "She left in a cab." Then his voice rose. "She's post-operative. She had a hypotensive episode yesterday. She needs monitoring. She needs.""I just do what I'm told," the nurse said quietly.Connor was already moving.***He didn't knock."Sammy's office door swung open hard enough to hit the wall behind it. Sammy was at his desk, reading something on his screen. He looked up slowly."I see you've lost your mind," he said."You discharged her." Connor stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "You put a seven-year-old in a cab alone.""Her father re

The Present Bites Back

Roberta's POV The cab was still there when I pulled into the driveway.The driver leaning against the door, arms crossed, watching my house like he wanted to leave.I barely parked. The engine was still running when I ran.“Ziva!”The back door opened.She stepped out slowly—one hand gripping the door, the other pressed to her hip like she was holding herself together.Too pale.Too small.“Mommy.”That was it.I dropped to my knees and pulled her into me.And she broke.A sound tore out of her shaking, and I held her tighter as my own tears came just as hard. We clung to each other, both of us crying like something inside us had finally given way.“I’m here—” I choked. “I’m here, I’m here baby.”She buried her face into my neck, her fingers clutching my shirt like if she let go, she’d disappear.I held her like I could put her back together.Like I could undo everything.Behind us, the driver didn’t move. He Just… watched.Like he had stumbled into something broken beyond fixing.I c

The Morgue Was Her Next Room

Roberta's POV"No."The word came out quiet. "You're lying. She's not, she's not gone."The nurse's face stayed gentle and empty and sorry, and I looked at it and felt something in me refuse completely.""No." I stepped forward. "That's my daughter.""Ma'am—""That's my daughter." I moved past her to the bed. To Ziva. I took her face in both hands and really looked at it, the way you look at something you know, something you made, something that belongs to you. "She's not gone. You don't know her. She's not gone.""I'm so sorry—""You're not." My voice didn't shake. "You're not sorry. If you were sorry, you would have fought harder. If you were sorry you would have made the doctor come." I pulled Ziva gently toward me, one arm under her shoulders, and held her against my chest. Her head fell against my collarbone. "It's okay," I said into her hair. "It's okay, baby. Mommy's here." I rocked her.She was so still.""Do you remember the park?" I was rocking slightly. I didn't mean to. My

Four DNA Tests Later

Roberta's POVThe door swung open.What I saw almost stopped my heart.Millie was on top of Jace. Her body was moving. She was in a short black lingerie gown barely covering anything. Jace had nothing on. Their heads snapped toward me.His hands were still on her hips.For one second, nobody moved.Then Jace cursed under his breath.“Oh shit. Roberta— damn it. Can’t you knock?”Millie climbed off him slowly like she had all the time in the world. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked to my vanity chair. Sat down. Crossed her legs. Like she had always sat there, many times before. My best friend.In my bedroom.On top of my husband.Jace pulled on his shorts and stood up. I closed my eyes.Please let it be someone else. Please let me open my eyes and see someone I don't know.A different woman. Anyone. A stranger. A prostitute. Definitely not Millie. Not my best friend. I opened my eyes.It's still Millie. Oh my God.My knees went weak. I grabbed the doorframe."Millie?

The Blast From The Past

Roberta's POV I had told Millie everything. The one-night stand. The stranger. I was so ashamed. So scared. And Millie had held my hand and told me it would be okay. "Jace," I steady my voice."We've been through this before. Have you forgotten that you broke up with me? Your mother was against our marriage. She made you break up with me. Jace, you... you left me." My voice cracked. "You told me you needed time. I was broken. I thought you had moved on. I thought you didn't want me anymore. You caused me pain. You didn't take my calls for two months, and that's when—" My voice broke. "That was when I met with the stranger. It happened when we broke up!" "That's not entirely true." Jace stepped closer. His voice was low. "Yes, we broke up. But I promised you I was going to get my mother's approval. I was working on it. Every day. I was trying to find a way back to you. And then you went and fucked someone else." He pointed at me like the betrayal still bled fresh inside him. "Gav

The Guilt Came Too Late

Millie's POVThe sound of her head hitting the bedside table was louder than I expected.A solid crack that means something inside has broken.She just crumpled. A pool of dark red started spreading fast beneath her. Jace screamed."No. No, no, no—" He dropped to his knees beside her. His hands hovered over her face. "Oh God... what have I done? I shouldn't have pushed her." He didn't know where to touch first. "Roberta. Roberta, can you hear me?"She didn't move. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open just a little.Jace looked up at me. His face was white. His eyes were wide. "Millie. Get dressed. We have to take her to the hospital now."I stood there."Millie!"I looked at Roberta on the floor. The blood was still spreading. "What are we going to tell them?"Jace was already pulling on his pants. His hands were shaking. "What?""At the hospital. What are we going to tell them? She has a head injury. They're going to ask questions.""I don't care what they ask. She needs a doct

Children Are Resilient

Brett's POV – The Same HospitalThe doors burst open.I held Vicky's hand. I had not let go since she collapsed in the living room. Her fingers were cold. Too cold."Coming through!"Nurses moved fast. Wheels squeaked. Monitors beeped somewhere ahead."BP dropping. Sixty over forty.""Get a line in.""Someone page the attending!"I walked beside the stretcher. My legs moved. My mouth stayed shut. I just held her hand and watched her face.She was so pale. Her chest rose and fell in small, shallow movements that did not look like breathing.Vicky.I said her name in my head. Over and over. Vicky. Vicky. Please. We had been happily married for five years. Five years of trying for a child. The quiet grief of each month, the way she absorbed it without letting it break her, the way she turned to me in the dark some nights without words, and I held her without them. Five years of mornings and nights together. Five years of her laugh. That laugh. I would give anything to hear that laugh r

A Stranger’s Grief

Brett's POV The lights buzzed overhead. The clock on the wall ticked too loud. Every few minutes, a nurse walked past. Shoes squeak. Charts rustling. Nobody looked at me.I kept seeing Vicky's face. Pale. Still. Her chest was barely moving.Please. Please let her be okay.Then I heard it.A scream.Not a loud one. Not at first. It started low. Then it grew."No. No. That's my daughter. That's my daughter."A woman's voice. Cracking. Breaking.I looked up.Down the hall, near the lobby, a woman was being held back by two nurses. She was pulling against them. Reaching for something. Someone.Her voice broke completely.I stood up. My legs felt strange.A nurse walked past me. I grabbed her arm.The nurse looked at me. Her face was tired. Careful."What happened?" My voice came out rough. "That woman out there." I kept my voice low. "What happened?"The nurse looked at the lobby. Back at me. She hesitated."The little girl," she said carefully. "The seven-year-old who was in the ICU ea

No One Came for Her

Brett's POV The drive back took twelve minutes.I parked and walked in and found the first nurse I saw at the desk."Victoria Temples," I said. "My wife. What's her status?"The nurse typed something. Looked at the screen. "I don't have an update, sir. The team is with her.I sat.The chair was the same one I'd left an hour ago.Twenty minutes later.I watched the ICU bay doors. A nurse went in and came back out. Another followed.At thirty minutes, a nurse came out of the bay moving faster than normal. Something was wrong. I sat up.Another nurse followed. I stood.Through the small window in the bay door, I could see too much movement, too many people for a patient. Someone was calling out numbers. Someone else was responding.I walked toward it.A nurse stepped into my path. "Sir—""That's my wife in there.""Mr. Temples, we need you to wait—""What's happening? What's wrong?""Sir, the team is working, if you could just—"I looked at her.I don't know what my face was doing. Wh

Eight Days Beside a Coma

Brett's POV Victoria's funeral was last Thursday.A few people came. I stood at the front and received their condolences.Afterwards, I drove to the hospital where Roberta was.I didn't plan to. I just did.I sat beside Roberta's bed for an hour and watched the machines keep her alive and drove home and sat in the dark kitchen and looked at the coffee cup by the window.That became the pattern.***Eight days passed. I have been visiting her for the past eight days.I told myself the first day that I was coming to check that she was being cared for properly. I told myself the second day that I was coming because no one else was. By the fourth day, I stopped explaining it to myself and just came.I brought things to read. A book I'd been meaning to finish for six months. I sat in the chair beside her bed and read aloud sometimes, not because I believed she could hear me but because the silence in that room had a weight to it that needed something to push back against.I talked to her

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