Chapter 6 - THE SURGEON AND THE DONAdrian underwent surgery.
For six hours, I sat outside the operating room.
No billionaire.
No Don.
No terrifying businessman.
Just my husband.
A man fighting to stay alive.
The same man I had treated six years ago.
The symmetry wasn't lost on me.
When the surgeon finally emerged, he smiled.
“He'll live.”
I closed my eyes.
Relief broke through me.
When Adrian woke, I was beside him.
“You're terrible at vacations.”
He smiled weakly.
“Apparently.”
“You could try something less dramatic next time.”
“I'll consider it.”
I touched his hand.
He looked at me.
“Did Marcus escape?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I frowned.
“Good?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I know where he'll go.”
“Where?”
“Home.”
Marcus returned to the old family estate.
The place where Adrian's father had stored the original records.
We followed.
The police followed too.
The operation became federal.
For the first time, Adrian handed over every file.
No more secrets.
No more protection.
Everything.
We entered the estate at dawn.
Marcus was waiting in the library.
He stood beside an old photograph.
My father.
Adrian's father.
Sarah.
All together.
Marcus looked at me.
“You should have stayed a nurse.”
I stepped forward.
“I am a nurse.”
“You could have been more.”
“I am more.”
He frowned.
“I am the woman who stayed.”
Adrian looked at me.
His eyes softened.
Marcus raised his gun.
Then Vanessa appeared.
She was still weak.
But standing.
“You're finished, Marcus.”
He spun.
Vanessa smiled.
“I recorded everything.”
Marcus's expression collapsed.
Adrian moved.
Police stormed the room.
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Marcus dropped his weapon.
The nightmare was over.
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