The Ex–Wife’s Redemption: A Love Reborn
Chapter 111
Last night.
When Henry arrived, the hospital corridor was filled with noise and commotion. Medical staff rushed in and out of Isabella
suite, the usual tranquil atmosphere of the luxury ward shattered by urgent commands and the beeping of medical equipment.
Henry stood frozen at the entrance, watching in shock as doctors busily attended to Isabella’s pale, motionless body. An oxygen mask covered her face, and various monitors displayed her vital signs in angry red numbers.
“What happened?” he demanded of a passing nurse.
“Sudden blood pressure drop,” she explained hurriedly. “We’re working to stabilize her condition.”
After more than two hours, Isabella finally opened her eyes. The medical team had gradually withdrawn, leaving only the necessary monitoring staff. When she saw Henry sitting by her bedside, her pale lips curved into a weak smile.
“You came,” she whispered, her voice deliberately fragile. She reached out with trembling fingers to grasp his hand. ‘I was so afraid.”
Isabella’s vulnerability reminded Henry of Sophia.
Sophia would never allow herself to appear so helpless, so dependent–even when truly injured. His wife’s stubborn self- reliance compared to Isabella’s fragility seemed cold and unsympathetic.
Sophia. The name brought a surge of bitter resentment. This woman who claimed to have loved him for years was just now dreaming of another man–calling out for “Sam” with such desperation.
Jealousy burned in Henry’s chest.
“You should rest,” Henry told Isabella, his voice gentler than he had intended.
Isabella’s thin fingers tightened around his hand. “Don’t leave me. Please. The symptoms always get worse when I’m
alone.”
Henry nodded, settling deeper into the chair beside her bed. “I’ll stay.”
As dawn broke, pale light filtering through the hospital blinds, Isabella stirred from her fitful sleep.
“Henry?” she called out, her voice deliberately weak.
He immediately looked up, dark circles under his eyes from the sleepless night. “What do you need?”
“I’m hungry,” she admitted with shy smile. “Hospital food is terrible. Could you… get me something?”
Henry checked his watch. “The café downstairs should be open by now. What would you
like?
“Some fresh fruit,” she requested. “And maybe those croissants from the French bakery near your office? The ones with almond filling?”
Henry nodded, rising from his chair. His back ached from the uncomfortable hospital furniture, and his mind felt foggy
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from lack of sleep.
Nevertheless, being needed by Isabella gave him a sense of satisfaction.
was certainly better than dealing with Sophia who demanded divorce every day!
“I’ll be back soon,” he promised, heading for the door.
Due to his exhaustion, Henty didn’t notice his phone sitting on the side table. He had placed it there hours ago and completely forgotten about it in the chaos of the night.
Isabella watched him leave, waiting until his footsteps faded before turning her attention to the forgotten phone. When it suddenly rang, her lips curved into a triumphant smile.
A child’s picture appeared on the screen–Billy. Isabella immediately answered, her voice filled with false warmth.
“You must be Billy, right?”
“Who is this?” The child’s confused voice came through clearly.
Isabella laughed softly. “I’m the person who loves you most in the world! And the one your daddy loves too. You can call me Aunt Isabella.” She deliberately paused before continuing, “Your daddy just stepped out to get me something delicious to eat. Would you like to come join us?”
She could sense the child’s discomfort and pressed her advantage.
“Is your mommy asking you to call your daddy? Tell her he won’t answer. Your daddy loves me, not her.” Isabella’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, “He’ll never love your mommy, dear. Never.”
Hearing footsteps approaching in the hallway, Isabella quickly hung up and deleted the call from Henry’s phone. By the time he returned with a paper bag containing breakfast, she was peacefully reclining against her pillows, presenting an image of innocent vulnerability.
“You’re back,” she greeted him with a warm smile. “I missed you!
Henry placed the breakfast on the small table over the bed, his mind clearly elsewhere. He glanced at his phone, slightly frowning when he saw no missed calls or messages from Sophia.
As he scrolled through his notifications, he noticed several messages from James.
Sir, I’ve completed the investigation into Harper Davis and her granddaughter. There appears to be no blood relation to Mrs. Harding.
Henry stared at the message, his frown deepening. If there was no family connection, what was Sophia’s relationship to the old woman? What had triggered such an extreme reaction from her?
Isabella watched Henry’s distraction with growing irritation. She had spent the entire night manufacturing a crisis to keep him by her side, yet his thoughts clearly still drifted back to Sophia.
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