Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Julian’s POV

I sat in the chair beside her hospital bed, watching her chest rise and fall.

She’d been out for three hours.

The sedative the doctor gave her was strong-strong enough to knock out someone twice her size.

But even unconscious, she looked broken.

Bruises blooming across her pale skin. Bandages wrapped around her ribs. IV line taped to her arm. Heart monitor beeping steadily in the background.

Our baby is dead.

The thought kept circling. Over and over.

Dead.

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I’d failed her.

Failed both of them.

The door opened. Dr. Martinez entered, clipboard in hand.

“Mr. Sterling.” She kept her voice low. Professional. “We’ve completed all th

I stood. “And?”

tests.

“The miscarriage is complete. No surgical intervention needed, but we’ll need to do a follow-up ultrasound in 48 hours to ensure everything has passed.” She paused. “Physically, your wife will recover. She has three cracked ribs, severe bruising, and a mild concussion. But emotionally- She looked at Elena. “She’s going to need significant support.”

“I’ll be here.”

Dr. Martinez’s expression was carefully neutral. “Mr. Sterling, I need to ask. Do you know who assaulted your wife?”

“No.” My jaw clenched. “But I’m going to find out.”

“The police will want to speak with her when she wakes up.”

‘Fine.”

The doctor made a note on her clipboard. “We’ll keep her for at least 72 hours for observation. Given the severity of her injuries and the trauma, we cant discharge her until we’re certain she’s stable-both physically and mentally.”

She left.

I sat back down. Took Elena’s hand.

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2:11 pm

Chapter 112

It was still cold.

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I’m going to fix this, I thought. I’m going to find whoever did this and make them pay.

An hour later, Elena stirred.

Her eyelids fluttered. Opened.

Those amber eyes found mine.

And immediately hardened.

“You’re still here.” Her voice was hoarse. Raw.

“Of course I’m still here.”

She pulled her hand away from mine. Winced at the movement. “Where else would you be? Playing the devoted husband?”

The bitterness in her tone cut deep.

“Elena-

“Don’t.” She tried to sit up. Gasped in pain, hand flying to her ribs. “Don’t say my name like that. Like you actually care.”

“I do care-

“Bullshit.” She pressed the button to raise the bed slowly, every movement clearly hurting her. “You didn’t care when I told you I was pregnant. You didn’t care when I said I was scared. You sure as hell didn’t care enough to protect me.

“That’s not fair-

Fair?” She laughed. It sounded broken and ended in a wince. “You want to talk about fair? Our baby is dead, Julian. Dead because someone beat me, half to death on a dark street. And you- Her voice cracked. “You weren’t even there.”

“I didn’t know-

‘Exactly.” Tears were streaming down her face now. “You didn’t know because you didn’t care enough to know, You were too busy with your fucking work and your fucking Victoria to notice your wife was running away.”

The words hit like physical blows.

“Elena, please~”

“The baby’s gone. Her voice went flat. ‘I know it. I felt it leave me.”

Fuck

I’m so sorry-

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2:11 pm

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