The Dead Wife's Spectacular Secret Return

Chapter 6

Word Count: 699 | Released on: 07/05/2026

ved his gun back into the holster. He raised both hands in t

ud, making her wobble for a second, but she locked her knees and stoo

d. His voice was hard and loud. "You

atherine's dirty trench coat and pressed he

trembling. A hot wave of

her thick French accent. "She is a sick chi

and reached his thick arm out, grabbing

I don't want to go ba

ter's scream tore Cath

wung her arm and slapped Clint

urtyard. A bright red handprint instantly a

oked up at the Dean of Medicine. She looke

ack. "If you touch my patient again, I will

s jaw ticked. He leaned in close to Catherine. "Do

er safety is my business," Catherine

ht against Catheri

nd the panic finally broke her. She col

Catherine

t the girl's neck to check her pulse, then gently pulled

yes. He backed off. He pressed his radio. "Br

d his arms under Cas

ked up at him, her eyes wide and full of absolute despair.

The breath caug

oom, Helen Sinclair had looked a

his head, trying to clear the impossible thought. "I'm just t

new the girl needed IV fluids immediately. He

girl and ran towa

ud. Her hands were empty. Her chest ac

the glass wall of the connect

Catherine fell to her knees and looked up at

holding. She clamped both hands over h

ay she held her shoulders, the way she tuck

was

r heart hammered against her ribs. He

hands. Her despair vanished, replaced by a cold, hard de

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Nieves Gómez Modern

“Five years ago, I faked my death in a yacht explosion just to escape my ruthless, controlling husband, Gerald Sinclair. Now, I have returned to Boston as the new Dean of Medicine at St. Jude Hospital. My only goal was to secretly check on my seven-year-old daughter, Cassidy. But what I saw shattered my heart. She was locked inside a heavily guarded VIP suite like a prisoner, so psychologically broken that she was standing on a windowsill, ready to jump. Gerald's armed security team treated the hospital like a military base, forcing her to swallow heavy psychiatric pills. When she managed to escape through the air ducts and collapsed into my arms in the courtyard, her small, feverish body trembled violently. "No! I don't want to go back to the white room!" She begged me, crying in terror. But because my identity was a secret, I could only watch helplessly as Gerald's security chief tore my own child from my embrace and locked her back in the cage. I didn't understand why Gerald would rather destroy our daughter's mind than let us go. Was his twisted obsession and need for control worth driving his own flesh and blood to the brink of death? Now, my cover is blown. Gerald just received the message that I am alive, and he is flying back in a blind rage, freezing my accounts and locking down the entire city to trap me. But he forgot one thing. I am no longer the helpless wife he backed into a corner. This time, I am taking my daughter back.”