Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

“She’s been suffering for three years the housekeeper’s voice rose. Three years of being treated `kke she’s nothing!”

Grandfather’s hand landed on Josephine’s shoulder. “Jo. The ambulance-

“You want to know something, Mr. Sterling?” She turned back to me. “Three years ago, at that yacht party? That drink you thought Elena drugged? She never

touched it. Not once.”

My blood ran cold.

“She was set up. Framed. And you were too blind to see it because you already thought she was some gold-digging whore.”

No. That’s not-

But pieces started clicking into place. The timing. The way Victoria had been so quick to show me those photos.

“Julian.” Grandfather’s voice was grave. “Is this true?”

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1- My throat closed up. “I didn’t know. I thought-”

“You thought the worst of her, Josephine finished. “Because that’s what rich boys like you do.”

Sirens wailed in the distance, getting closer.

I looked down at Elena. At my wife. At the mother of my child.

“I’m not letting her go,” I said quietly. “Whatever happens-I’m not letting her go

Josephine laughed-bitter and broken. “You think you have a choice? You think after everything you’ve put her through, she’ll stay?”

“She’s carrying my child.”

“So what? You think a baby makes up for three years of cruelty?”

“No.” I cut off Grandfather before he could speak. “She’s my wife. She’s carrying my child. I don’t care what happened three years ago. She belongs to me,

and I’m not letting her go.”

The ambulance pulled up, its lights painting everything in harsh red and white. Paramedics rushed out, taking over.

I tried to follow as they loaded Elena onto the stretcher, but one of them held up a hand.

‘Family only in the ambulance.”

I’m her husband.”

He looked at Josephine. “Ma’am?”

“Let him come.” she said quietly. “But God help you, Julian Sterling, if she wakes up and you hurt her again.

2:05 pm MA

Chapter 84

The ambulance ride was a nightmare of beeping monitors and medical jargon I couldn’t understand. I sat squeezed into the corner, my hand pressed against

the curve of her stomach.

Our baby. There’s a baby in there.

“How far along is she?’ one paramedic asked Josephine.

“I don’t know. She didn’t tell me.” The housekeeper’s voice cracked.

Because she was afraid. Afraid of what I’d do.

You’re not worthy of carrying my child.

My own words came back to haunt me.

I touched her stomach gently. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

The paramedic glanced at me. “Sir, you should sit back—”

“No.” My hand stayed where it was. “She’s my wife. This is my child. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Elena.” I leaned closer. “I know you can’t hear me. But I need you to fight. You and our baby-you both need to fight.”

Her eyelids fluttered but didn’t open.

“I know I don’t deserve you,” I continued, my voice rough. “I know I’ve been a complete bastard. But I’m not letting you go. You’re mine. You’ve always been

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