Chasing His Ex-Wife Back

llway, my suitcase trailing behind me like a shadow. The weight of last night h

artbreak and into another. When I reach the reception, I spot Dr. Mensah. His

my voice thin with exh

, I'm glad you came quickly. Your mother's condition is worsening. We ne

rying to keep my voice steady. "But what about the funding from my-" I stop, the w

ough bracing himself. "I'm sorry, Isabelle. Mr.

night?" I whisper, disbelief cla

aware. We need to know if you'll be ab

course. Don't worry, I'll get the money. Please,

ulder gently. "I trust you, Isabelle. But time is of the essence

eels more like a grimace. As he walks away, I exhale

n Everett lies propped up on the bed, her once vibrant hair now a thinning halo of gra

stion. A fit of coughing racks her body, and

so much," I say softly, press

orried crease forming on her forehead. "Why do

seconds. Should I tell her? No. She doesn't need to know ab

," I say, forcing a smile. "But it does

a mother possesses. "Izzy, don't sacrifice everything

ce my expression to remain calm. "Don't worry about

'd be by your side through all of this. He was a fighter. You are, too. Y

ood my mind-his steady presence, his unwavering support. He had a way of f

you know. Whatever it is you're carrying, whatever pain... it's

amion has cast me aside, that the life I fought so hard to

soft sigh as she drifts into a restless sleep. I

blinds, exhaustion dragging at my li

ss, its glass façade reflecting the storm brewing within me. My fingers shake as I push open the doors, but I

gs back memories I wish I could erase. But I push them aside, focusi

e quickly schools her features. I offer her a curt nod and head towa

I call out, breaking into a small jog, my heels clicking against the marble

n unmistakable tension. I lo

mi

is presence commanding as ever. His blue eyes meet mine, a flicker of

l for the memories that flood back in an instant. My heart hammers in my ch

y voice barely

ies, his tone