Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 212: Miss

"Miss, the papers are ready for the medical tourism procedure. Your husband has received the medical visa as well. These are the tickets." He handed her the documents carefully. "You’ll be able to leave as early as tomorrow."

The woman picked up the tickets, the visa, and the stack of other supporting documents. She glanced through them, flipped through each one to make sure they were in order, then placed the whole bundle aside with care. freeweɓnovel-cøm

"And...what about the boy I told you to look for?" she asked in a cool voice.

"As far as I’ve been informed, the boy has already left the country, ma’am," the assistant replied, hesitating for a second. "However, we’ve yet to confirm that fully. You had asked us to prioritize getting these documents sorted first, so I didn’t probe too deeply into his whereabouts. Would you like me to start digging into it now?"

The woman shook her head slowly, then reached for a thick bundle of cash. Without another word, she tossed it onto the table in front of him. "There’s no need for that—not yet," she said. "I’ll let you know if I need anything further."

The man gave a polite bow and murmured a quiet "thank you" before slipping out of the room, his footsteps fading into silence behind the heavy door.

Myra Vaughn stood still for a moment, her eyes lingering on the space he had just vacated. Then, slowly, she turned toward the bed where her husband lay sleeping—still, silent, unaware of the storm outside these walls.

She rose from her chair and walked toward him with a soft rustle of fabric trailing behind her. At the side of his bed, she paused, her gaze fixed on his face. He looked so peaceful, almost boyish, with his features relaxed in slumber.

Bending slightly, Myra reached out and gently wiped a faint trace of moisture from the corner of his mouth. Her hand lingered, then moved upward to smooth a crease on his brow, her fingers brushing lightly across his skin. She let her touch rest there, for a moment, revelling in the right to touch him as she wished.

"It’s a good thing you’re asleep, Adam," she murmured, "You need the rest. Tomorrow... tomorrow we leave this place behind. The one where you almost lost your life."

She leaned in just a little closer, her eyes searching his face for something she didn’t name."And when we do, I’ll make sure you wake up. Fully. No more drifting. No more waiting. Do you know how long I have been planning this? Since the moment we separated."

She smiled and bent down, and placed a kiss on the side of his lip. "Yes. Almost five years... I’ve been slowly thinking and finding ways to get us away from Sir Robert’s hold."

Her breath trembled as she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes resting on Adam’s face-so serene, so completely unaware. For a moment, she let herself sink into the illusion-that this was how it had always been meant to be. That he had come back to her. Willingly. Finally.

"I wanted you to come to me on your own. I know you would have... if not for that Melanie. But now, I’ve helped you handle her. I knew she would not let you come to me so I took you away for myself."

"I thought about it every day, you know. Planned each step of the way. All the ways I could get you back. And all the things that could go wrong. And the things I would do to keep you close. And see, finally fate opened the door for me. So what if I had to nudge it a little bit? What matters is you are now here, with me."

Her grip on his hand tightened, ever so slightly.

"No one knows where we’re going," she said. "Not even the doctors here. Just a medical transfer, they think. A quiet move overseas for better care." Her voice took on a trace of amusement. "They never even questioned why your wife insisted on taking you herself. Or why I paid in cash."

She leaned in, her breath brushing his temple.

"I’m going to take such good care of you, Adam. I’ll make sure you wake up. And then never leave me... It willt ake a bit of time... until you are addicted..." She picked up an injection from the side table, tapped it for a moment and then said," Addicted to me... Adam. I will make sure that your addiction keeps you by my side. I hope you won’t blame me for this, okay. It was Robert Collins who originally planned to make you addicted...Better me than him, don’t you think? I will take care of you."

She lifted his hand and pressed it gently to her stomach. Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact, as though sealing a secret between them.

"I know you don’t know yet, but you will. I’ve always wanted us to have a family. I know the boy won’t be with us. That man took him away. But we don’t need him anymore. We’ll start over. You and me."

Her voice grew breathless with emotion. "You’ll wake up, and I’ll be there. We’ll build a life. A home. A little family... A girl like me who you will dote on... and a boy.. no... lets have two girls only so that you won’t be reminded of the little boy... And then slowly over the years, when you are tightly bonded with our daughters, we will reduce your dependence on this special love medicine...After you, you would never abandon your children right?"

With that, she finally placed his hand back back on his side, stood up and walked away...towards the mirror.

She smiled and pushed up her glasses over her nose as she said," So what if Saira had to die? After all, "Whats in a name? A rose by a different name will smell just as sweet...As long as I have Adam... I don’t mind not even having a name."

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