The Wife Who Returned

te hospital room. The smell of antise

mask of concern for the doctors, but for me, it was pu

ld keep this life?" she whispered, her voice a venomous hiss m

monitor

d. My eyes flew open. The air wasn't sterile; it smelled of Le

t it hurt. "Chloe, baby, did you hear that? We'r

m my past, smiled warmly. "Everything looks p

with cold indifference. I looked down at my flat stomach. It was real. I was

would write

ouncing off the walls, phone in hand. "I have to ca

rby, her expression one of practiced loyalty. "O

ce quiet but firm. I

owed with confusion. "But why n

them in person. Make it special." I placed a hand on my stomach.

tely, his ambition momentarily replaced

anding silently in the corner, pretending to organize my schedule. In my

r tonight. And with me needing to rest... maybe Tiffany could help you out? She' s so org

having a sharp, pretty assistant by his side was a st

ys thinking of me." He turned to Tiffany, his tone shifting fro

er of ambition sparking within t

suspicion and pride for her niece. She

tunity. The first chess piece was on the board. This time, Jessica wouldn't be