The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 473

Chapter 232 +

Chapter 232-1

The relentless, helpless crying stops that very morning.

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The suffocating terror that’s held my chest in a vise for five endless days is gone. It doesn’t dissolve intc bitterness, nor does it freeze into a cold, brittle mask.

It simply vanishes, replaced by a profound, warm, and unshakeable calm.

I sit in front of the fire, feeling the lingering echo of Willow’s grounding hands on my belly and the undeniable, physical truth of Locke’s soul touching mine in the quiet dark.

My heart isn’t beating in frantic, jagged spikes anymore. It beats slowly, deeply, like an iron pendulum swinging in a quiet room.

The morning fog outside the high glass balcony doors drifts slowly over the rooftops, catching the pale amber rays of the rising sun. For days, that fog felt like a wall keeping me trapped in my own despair.

Now, it just looks like weather. Worldly noise that means nothing compared to the quiet flame burning in my chest.

I throw off the blanket Jade gave me and stand up.

Xena rises from her spot on the rug, her tail thumping against the floorboards as she trots over, her cold. nose pressing against my hand. I smooth my fingers over her soft ears, leaning down to kiss the top of her

Jade is up now, leaning against the marble island, holding a mug of black coffee, her eyes bloodshot but sharp. She turns her head as I enter, her body instantly tensing as if expecting another tearful collapse or a frantic demand for news.

Instead, I walk straight to the counter. I don’t avoid her gaze. I look at her, my expression calm, centered, and completely still.

Jade blinks, her eyebrows twitching upward in quiet shock. She lowers her coffee mug slowly, her gaze sweeping over my face, searching for the erratic panic that defined me yesterday.

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