The Masked Queen's Spectacular Return After Divorce

here,

, a stark contrast to the

rmination of Pregnancy Consent Form" swam before her eyes, blurring wi

ear: sign the consent form, or her father's medical care would stop and her mot

ottom and wrote her name, Eleanor Pennington. The signature was stea

ough the silence, sharp and cold.

n't meet it by Friday, walk away. It's a hun

o be extinguished in this room was just another n

flickered to Eleanor's pale face. She stepped

your wife

stom-tailored suit impeccable, his ice-blue eyes sweeping over Eleanor with a

dull with despair. A final, desperate plea escaped

, but instead of a comforting hand, he pulled out a checkbook. He scrib

s no 'our baby.' There is only a

arlow." He answered it without a second thought, his voice

ck? Of course, I'l

nother woman, the last flicker of hope inside Eleanor died

d over Eleanor's face, one by one, each one a flash of blinding white. Heath didn't look back. H

g through her body, a single tear escaped the corner of her e

rged from the operating room, his brow furrowed with concern

," he said, his voice gra

in throbbed in her lower abdomen, but it was nothing compa

essional sympathy and deep regret. He explained what had hap

e final verdict. "Due to the damage to your uterus,

but her face remained a blank mask. She stared out the window, at a city tha

as cold as marble. "I'm so sorry, Eleano

t squeeze, the only sign of

ofessionally polite, asking about her condition and informing her

icked up

said, her

she h

cross the silent room. Eleanor lay in the dark, her eyes wide open, until the first g

e morning shift, Eleanor

ons. She simply wrote two words in large, steady blo

surrender. It was an act of liberation. The moment the i