The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 665

Chapter 665 Sudden Awakening

Megan swallowed. “I… I think so. Yes, she must be awake.”

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Quinn’s eyes were open, yet no sound escaped her lips, not even a breath of acknowledgment.

Headlights still glared in the rearview mirror; the black sedan behind them clung to their bumper like a shark scenting blood, leaving no room for medical debates.

“White, if you can hear me, don’t be scared. Things are complicated right now. Give me a moment, and I’ll explain everything once we’re safe.”

White? The name echoed, strange and half–familiar. Yes, while she slept, distant voices had

called her that

Megan glanced at the mirror. “Angela, can we shake them?”

Angela’s knuckles whitened on the wheel. “Hard. They’re glued to us. Should I head straight for the police station?”

“Absolutely not!” Megan barked. “Edmund Arnold practically owns this town–cops included. Walking into the station would be handing ourselves over.”

The station was a gilded trap.

She pointed ahead. “Take the bridge. Now.” As she spoke, she cranked the window down, cold air slapping her cheeks.

Though she had no idea what Megan intended, Angela obeyed without hesitation, punching the accelerator and swinging the car toward the looming bridge.

The moment the tires hit the bridge deck, Megan leaned out, hair lashing her face, and flung a smoke grenade into the night.

Gray plumes exploded behind them, swallowing the roadway in an instant. The pursuing headlights wavered, their speed faltering inside the sudden fog.

Angela seized the opening, slammed the pedal to the floor, and shot the sedan across the bridge before the haze could thin.

Thirty minutes later, they rattled to a stop before a weather–worn cottage crouched on the outskirts, half–hidden by tall grass and dusk.

Angela cut the engine. “My grandmother lived here. Since she passed, no one’s come by. It

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Megan nodded and eased Quinn into her arms. “Good. It’ll buy us time–they won’t find this place right away.”

Quinn had wasted away over the years of her coma, her body so light Megan feared she might drift apart if the wind caught her.

Even so, Megan managed to carry her without strain, resolve adding muscle where nature had failed.

Inside, the two women set to work, sweeping cobwebs from corners and clearing decades of dust, desperate to fashion a sanctuary before night swallowed the countryside.

Quinn did not say a word, eyes wide yet unfocused as shifting shadows crawled across the ceiling. She tried to stitch the frayed fragments of memory swirling like broken film reels inside her skull.

The clearest image she could grasp showed her crouched in the cargo bay, delaying the detonation by mere heartbeats before hurling herself off the plummeting fuselage and into the black–green ocean below.

An instant later, the blast wave punched through the water, turning the surface into a hurtling wall that caught her like a rag doll and dragged her toward the lightless depths.

Pain rang through every joint while saltwater closed over her lungs with crushing silence, a suffocating darkness ready to swallow her thoughts as completely as it swallowed the wreckage.

Yet through the horror, she repeated one command, Stay alive. You promised Julius you would survive, and you do not break promises.

Clawing upward, she burst into the air, then forced her body to loosen, letting the waves carry her like driftwood.

Floating there, only a single vow pulsed with her heartbeat. I will return to Julius. Whatever it costs, I will find my way back to him.

Eventually, the world blurred, colors bleeding into one another, and she dimly sensed strong arms hauling her onto something solid that rocked beneath her like a cradle.

After that, total darkness descended, a velvet oblivion without edges or end.

Even so, faint voices drifted in and out beside her ear, distant ripples on a lake she could no longer see.

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How long have I been sleeping? the question fluttered inside her, fragile as moth wings against glass. And… what else have I lost?

Her fingers inched across the sheet, searching until they rested on her abdomen, now flat and hollow where life had once quickened.

A fresh spear of panic cut through her. The baby… Where is our baby?

“B–Baby…” The word scraped out, her lips barely able to part after so long in silence, voice brittle as cracked porcelain.

She summoned every remaining shred of strength, yet the sound came no louder than a candle flame in the wind.

Even that whisper crashed through the ward for Megan like a boulder hitting water, sending shockwaves of hope and fear across every nerve.

“White, you… you can talk?” Megan surged forward, her words quivering with relief.

Only minutes earlier, she had feared the open eyes were nothing more than reflex, the vacant stare of someone trapped far beyond reach.

She had seen patients in a permanent twilight–lids lifted, minds lost.

But the fragile syllables Quinn had spoken proved beyond doubt that the woman before her was fighting her way back.

“The child… my child…” Quinn asked, each syllable breaking like ice.

“Yes, yes, your baby is alive,” Megan blurted. “You carried her to term; she’s a girl, a beautiful girl named Dawn Whitethorn. After the crash, I placed both of you at Bright Haven Orphanage while I searched for help. Without telling me, the staff released her to a man named Edmund Arnold, who processed an adoption. I promise you, I’ll bring Dawn back. You’ll hold her soon.”

Quinn’s gaze went glassy, the room tilting as though she were still adrift at sea.

Dawn–so that was the name chosen for the tiny life she had felt flutter beneath her ribs.

In her half–dreams, she had often heard a little girl babbling beside her bed, describing meals and playground adventures, even recounting how she argued with the nurses and earned a stinging slap.

The girl had always called herself Dawnie.

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