We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back ( Billionaire Contract Wife)

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of the hospital window, each drop echoing the pounding of my heart. The room sme

ht somewhere between my chest and throat. T

he door

- walked in, holding a clipboard pressed to her chest. S

tone too calm, too careful. "Co

art lu

rom the papers.

reathe. The world tilted - or ma

y voice barely a whisper. "B-b

laced by quiet concern. "Is there

these past weeks - endless board meetings, the tension at home, the sleeple

I muttered finally,

ills don't always work." Then her voice softene

lips parted, and before I could stop myself, the tr

do

in the air, c

ed at the ultrasound screen, then back at me. "I understand. But I should tell you this, Mrs. Markston... you'll

nk into me like a

this was it. Fate's cruel little irony - the child I

my voice distant, barely h

nd left before my te

-

ity lights bleeding into puddles. My thoughts kept circling back to th

nt Mar

Alice Kingston- a quiet girl with too much hope

love. Out of

aid, his voice cold and measured as he

hiskey, and expensive cologne that clung to him

, my stomach twisting when I reached the

ld have walked aw

ld myself there was warmth behind those walls he b

n she ca

for years receiving treatment abroad. The wom

the Vincent I kne

-

e rain had stopped. The air smelled of wet earth and roses - his mot

gates. My reflection on the windshield looked pale, hollow. Th

ts in sight, no sound from upstairs. Only the faint tick

, shedding my clothes one by one

ok like a wife. Or a lover. Just a stra

nged - but the knowledge of what lay beneath made my che

en. "I'll protect you sweethearts," I whispered, t

-

me. I drifted onto the couch, half-a

r visitors. I tightened my

ed it, my br

m by the shoulders. Vincent was slumped, his

, my voice low, concern s

nted to celebrate my return

"Give him to me. I'l

d Vincent to me. "Good

use again - except for Vincent's unsteady breathin

arp lines and cold beauty. The kind of man w

m his forehead. "You're impos

t everything. But as I looked at him - lost in a world t

s I reached for his jacket, his

dn't hav

w I sh

ingers mo

it up with a

plans to visit the hot spring to

rt went

on the bed. For a moment, all I could do was star

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My stepsister. The perfect

ack. And she

htening the robe around me. The tears c

ietly. The only proof that I still