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His Life Hung By My Hands

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1111    |    Released on: 17/12/2025

years of stress and suppressed emotion. I clutched my abdomen,

ainst the opposite wall of the fire escape, a small bottle of antacids in his hand. He must have followed

s never change, Cassius," I said, my voice flat. "But

, Alana. Take some time off. You're pushing yourself too hard." There was

playing on my lips. "For something far more important than recovering from your family drama." I kept my eyes fixed on the di

ards my hair. I flinched, pulling back just as his fingers brushed my

against the railing, a wistful look in his eyes. "Remember that time in college? You had a fever

hts, the dizzying heat, the sensation of the room spinning. But his memory

ued, a proud smile on his face. "Never one to bac

ut my thoughts were already elsewhere. A gentle buzz vibrated in my pocket. My phone

y lips as I read the text. It was a reminder, a

make it sound like you were there, cheering me on, worried sick." My smile twisted into a bitter sneer. "But you

g away, leaving behind a stark, uncomfortable truth. His eyes, us

he hospital. I needed air. I needed distance. I needed to remind mysel

ically, dodged rounds, and buried myself in paperwork. I was a surgeon, not

comes impossible. A week later, I found myself standing out

g heavily on Cassius's arm. She was still pale, still fragile,

brow furrowing. I glanced at Kori's chart.

e barely audible. "I just... I'm still a little weak. The doctor said it's common after... after such

mine, but I pulled back before she could make c

ngth. "He misses you. He says your room is still the same, waiting for you. He

cusations from the other staff members in the room. They

g over me. The charade was endless, the emotional mani

bitter taste on my tongue. "I'l

before she masked it with a soft, grateful expression.

. The weight of their manipulations pressed down on me. I needed to retrieve some personal items from my old room, th

kin beneath. A small, almost imperceptible mark, a dark bruise against my pale skin, was now visible. It

and calculating, widened, then narrowed into dangerous slits. His gaze fixed

earms bulged, a clear indicator of the rage simmering beneath his carefully c

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“My fiancé and my cousin destroyed my life. Their betrayal led to my mother's suicide and my grandmother's death. They framed me for arson, and I went to prison. Three years later, I' m a trauma surgeon. The ER doors burst open, and there he was, carrying her in his arms. She was pregnant, and she was bleeding out. He begged me to save them. "Save her, Alana. Please. Save them both." Then he accused me of wanting revenge, his eyes filled with hate. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" The man who took everything from me was now on his knees, his world depending on my skill. I was the only one who could save the woman who stole my life. I did my job. I saved them both. But as I walked out of the hospital that night, his car was there, blocking my path. This wasn't just a chance encounter. He was back to reclaim what he thought was his.”
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