Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 216: Success Or Failure

Saira descended the small platform connected to the airport runway and drew in a long, steady breath. For the first time in what felt like forever, she could finally exhale and breathe freey... without any worry! She had done it—she had escaped Maniwa, left behind the nightmare that was Robert Collins, and now there was a chance to build something new. Something that was only hers. A family of their own, free from fear and her own stupidity.

She turned around slowly, her gaze following the gurney as Adam was carefully wheeled down the ramp. Her lips curved into a small smile. He was in her hands now. She still felt like pinching herself to make sure this was not a dream. They were both safe and would be together, and that was all that mattered.

It was a blessing, really, that she hadn’t been able to grab that brat Adir. The thought of him slipping away still nagged at her, but not enough to lose sleep over. Even if he had seen her being ’murdered’ back in the hotel room, the scene had been staged with enough blood and chaos to fool anyone-especially a child. He probably thought she was gone for good. Which was better. Because the man who had been handed Adir was also a threat to her. Since he had a way to make her do what he wanted.

Bringing Adir along would have only complicated things. Managing two hostages would have been a nightmare—twice the risk, twice the unpredictability. She didn’t need that. One was enough. She was still mentally patting herself on the back when she felt a sudden tap on her shoulder.

Her body stiffened. She turned around slowly, and the smile that had just started to grow disappeared from her face in an instant.

A man in uniform stood in front of her, giving her an unreadable look. For one terrifying second, her mind went blank. Had she been discovered. She looked around, already trying to calculate the way in which she could escape but then, he called out in a professional tone,"Miss? You’ll need to come with us to complete the immigration formalities."

Saira blinked. Her heart, which had leapt into her throat, settled back She gave a small nod, almost too casual, and muttered a quiet, "Right. Of course. Thank you."

For a moment there, the sight of that uniform had nearly knocked the soul out of her and she had been ready to abandon Adam and run. Thankfully she had not.

She didn’t notice the odd look the officer gave her as he escorted her inside. Her fight or flight response had not gone unnoticed by the officer.

As he escorted her, Saira felt her stomach clench. Even though it was probably ’routine’ immigration check, she felt her stomach clench.

She stepped inside and took a seat where instructed. Her palms were damp, but she kept her expression neutral, her eyes wide with carefully measured innocence.

"Name?" another officer asked, already flipping through her passport.

"Myra... Myra Allen," she answered steadily. She was already expecting these questions.

The officer looked up, eyeing her briefly before returning his attention to the page. "You’re arriving from Maniwa, correct?"

"Yes," she nodded as she watched the man look closely at her forged passport.

"Relationship to the man on the stretcher?"

"He’s my husband," she said letting a note of exhaustion in her voice. "Adam Allen. We’ve come here seeking medical access and safety. He was attacked a few days ago. I didn’t know where else to go."

The officer glanced up. "Attacked? What kind of attack?"

She took a breath and let her eyes flick down to her hands letting a few tears come to her eyes. "He was assaulted in our apartment. They broke in... he was left unconscious. I got to him in time, but after that—it was like someone was watching us. Following. I panicked."

"Why not go to the authorities there?"

"Because I don’t trust them anymore. Someone covered up what happened. We reported it. Nothing came of it. Not even a case number."

The officer gave her another look and she made sure that her face looked pitiful enough. However, in the next moment, there was a knock on the door and this time a woman walked in, replacing the man who was questioning her. "Miss, we would like to know about a few of the medicines that you have brought here."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Adam’s gurney was wheeled into the medicinal bay.

There was a silence as the officer considered her.

In another part of the airport facility, Adam was being wheeled into a small medical bay. The temporary setup was efficient—medical staff moved around him, prepping for a portable CT scan.

As the technician continued to check the patient, her scanner moved over the entire body and she frowned. There was something interfering with her frequency...

Just as the technician adjusted the scanner to search for the source of the interference, the sliding door opened.

Saira stood there, breath a little rushed, eyes wide with urgency as she looked at the two people in the emergency bay. "We really need to leave. Now. The immigration formalities are done, and I was told we’re cleared. Please—he needs rest, not more prodding. You’ve already checked that he is unconscious, right?

The nurse hesitated, eyes flicking to the blinking screen, but Saira’s tone left little room for argument.

Before she could say either way, Saira continued, "He’s been through a lot. Just let me get him to a quiet place"

The technician gave a reluctant nod and stepped back. "We were just finishing," she said coolly, though her frown lingered. There was something off about this patient. She was sure. The files stated that he was under medicinal sleep but his pupiled were as if...he had been drugged. She shrugged. Maybe the medicines in Maniwa were given differently.

Within minutes, Adam was unhooked from the machines. The scan had been inconclusive but she let the petient go...without any issure.

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