The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

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The car turned. She screamed.

No, not screamed. The sound that tore from her throat was worse-raw, animalistic. Her whole body seized against mine.

“Aria? Talk to me. What’s happening?”

Her eyes rolled back. Then nothing. Dead weight in my arms.

“Get us home. Now!” I snapped at the chauffeur.

Her skin felt wrong. Too cold. Too pale. Blood still seeped from her palms, but that wasn’t what scared me. It was the way she’d just…

stopped.

The gates couldn’t open fast enough. I had her out of the car before it fully stopped, carrying her through the entrance while staff

scattered out of my way.

“Someone find Dr. Martinez. Tell him it’s urgent.”

I laid her on our bed-when had I started thinking of it as ours?-and she stirred. Her lips moved, barely a whisper.

“The fire… you should’ve stayed…”

My hands stilled on her wounds. What fire? What was she talking about?

I wanted to shake her awake, to press for more, but the situation wouldn’t let me.

“Mr. Morgan?” Dr. Martinez appeared in the doorway, medical bag in hand. “I came as soon as I heard. Let me take a look at her.”

‘I can handle this myself.”

“Sir, I really think you should let me examine her properly. Those wounds need professional attention.”

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“I said I can handle it. My voice came out sharper than intended.

The cuts weren’t deep, but there were so many. Splinters embedded in her palms. Rust and dirt ground into every wound. How long had she been bleeding? How long had I watched from the window, telling myself she needed to learn?

‘Mr. Morgan, please.” Martinez stepped closer. “At the very least, she’ll need treatment for her back. The physical strain today must have aggravated her old injury.”

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I looked up sharply. “What injury? What are you talking about?”

Martinez’s expression shifted to confusion. “You don’t know? Mrs. Morgan has a chronic back condition. I assumed you were aware.

“Explain. Now,

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‘Well, I can’t say exactly what caused it originally. Could be an old trauma, perhaps from a fall or accident. But combined with today’s

exertion…” He trailed off, reading my expression. “She didn’t tell you?”

A back injury. My wife had been working through a back injury I knew nothing about.

“Give me whatever she needs for the pain. Then leave.”

“Sir, I should really-

“Just give me the medication and go.”

He handed over a tube of cream and backed toward the door. “Apply this twice daily. And Mr. Morgan? She should rest for at least a week.”

The door closed behind him.

I turned Aria onto her stomach, carefully peeling away her ruined shirt. Her back was a mess of tension and knots. No wonder she’d collapsed. How long had she been pushing through this kind of pain?

My hands moved on autopilot, applying the cream with gentle strokes. She whimpered in her sleep, then gradually relaxed as the

medication took effect.

When had she stopped asking for help?

The thought came from nowhere, but once it took hold, I couldn’t shake it. Early in our marriage, she’d asked for everything. Mr. Morgan, should I prepare these documents?” “Mr. Morgan, which client takes priority?” Always so careful, so eager to prove herself.

When had she stopped?

When you made it clear her questions annoyed you, a voice whispered. When you started treating every request like an inconvenience.

She must have been in agony tonight. Every piece of debris she’d lifted, every movement, with a damaged back. But she’d kept going.

For what? Pride? Stubbornness?

Or because she knew I wouldn’t have cared if she’d asked to stop?

Her face was peaceful now, the pain lines smoothed away. Vulnerable. Young. When had she gotten so thin? When had those shadows appeared under her eyes?

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“Stubborn woman, I muttered, brushing hair from her face. “You could have said something,”

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But I knew why. I’d trained her not to. Every cold response, every dismissal, every moment I’d chosen Emma over her-I’d taught her that

asking meant weakness, and weakness meant punishment.

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