The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 65

Alexander stared at the blank phone screen until his eyes stung. That’s when it hit him–really hit him.

Emily was gone. And this time, she wasn’t coming back.

He hurled the phone across the room. It clattered against the floor, skidding to a stop under the coffee table.

He lit a cigarette with shaking hands, dragging the smoke deep into his lungs. It burned like hell, but it was the only thing grounding him.

No.

She wouldn’t leave. Not really. For ten years, he’d been her everything–the one constant in her life. She had

no one else. Nowhere to go.

She was just angry. Testing his limits. She’d forgive him, eventually.

The cigarette burned down to the filter, scorching his fingers. He didn’t even notice.

His mind spun, running through every place she might have gone.

Then–his phone rang.

He grabbed it like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline.

“Emily,” he growled, forcing calm into his voice, “you’ve made your point. Come home.”

Silence.

Then a voice that wasn’t hers: his assistant.

“Mr. Harrington… we still haven’t located Mrs. Harper. All her accounts have been deactivated. Just a few

apps are still logged in.”

Alexander’s stomach dropped.

She wasn’t just hiding. She was erasing herself.

His grip on the phone tightened. “What about the hospital? Have you checked her brother’s room? If she

doesn’t show up soon, we’ll pull the plug on his ventilator. Broadcast it live–I want her to know I’m not

bluffing.”

There was a pause.

The assistant’s voice came back, barely a whisper. “Sir… her brother’s not there. He passed away a few days ago.”

Time stopped.

“Passed away?” Alexander repeated, like he couldn’t process the words. His memory flashed back–Emily in

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that hospital room, clutching her brother’s hand, begging him not to pull the plug. Her tears. Her screams.

He made sure the hospital had everything–new machines, full–time staff. He did everything right. There was no way her brother had died.

No way.

“She’s bluffing,” he muttered. “Faking it. You really think she could pull off something like that and I wouldn’t see it coming?”

“Sir…” the assistant hesitated. “We have a death certificate.”

Alexander’s voice dropped into something colder. “How long have you worked for me?”

“Eight years.”

“Then you know how I operate. If you can’t spot a setup like this, maybe you’re not cut out for the job. You’ve got one day. Find her. Both of them.”

“Mr. Harrington… he really is gone,” the assistant said, gripping the certificate with trembling hands.

But the line had already gone dead.

Alone in the silence, Alexander’s fury gave way to something colder–an ache deep in his chest, a creeping dread he could no longer push aside.

Emily was always just… there. Her presence filled the quiet. Her scent lingered on the sheets. Her voice echoed through the halls.

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