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His Death, My Awakening

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 514    |    Released on: 30/06/2025

ake smiles, the self-congratulatory speeches, the clinking of champagne glasses.

a fooli

queen holding court. Emily was radiant in a glittering gown, laughing at something a portly old board

ing on the patterns

e was a crash

y of drinks cascading down the front of Emily' s expensive dress.

ng apologies, his fa

r. She drew back her hand and slapped him hard across the face. The sound was like a gunshot in the sudd

g a protective arm around Emily's shoulders and glaring at the terrified waiter. His prese

e years of forced silence, of s

my corner and w

t," I said, my voi

Emily' s eyes narrowed

You're probably jealous of my dress." She turned to Ethan, her lower lip trembling in

cold, hard, and full of a weary

nsisted, looking past Ethan to the

took a step forward and grabbed my upper arm. His grip was like a vise,

inch. I looked him straight in the

of me,

didn't want. The air crackled with a tension that had nothing to do with a spill

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“They threw me out of this city three years ago, calling me crazy, an obsessed medical student trying to ruin a business heir' s life because he chose someone else. Now I' m back, a doctor, ready to face the judgment all over again. But at my parents' suffocating welcome-home party, the news blared, announcing the brain death of renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carter. My world shattered. My glass hit the floor, and a raw, guttural sob tore through me. Everyone stared, not with judgment for Ethan, but with confusion for a grief I couldn' t name for a man I didn' t remember. They thought I was breaking over Ethan Hayes' engagement to Emily Vance. But I hadn't shed a single tear for him. Instead, I was destroyed by the death of a stranger on the news. That moment, kneeling amidst broken glass and a grief too immense to comprehend, was the beginning. It ignited a desperate, burning need to understand who Dr. Ben Carter was and why his death felt like the end of my world.”