The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 75

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“Mr. Harrington, you-”

“She’s not coming back with me.” Alex’s voice was so quiet it nearly disappeared into the sterile hospital air.

She’s

His assistant said nothing at first, calm and unsurprised, as if he’d expected this outcome all along.

Alex turned toward him, brow creased in frustration. “What do I do?”

For a moment, the assistant looked startled. In all his years with Alex, he’d rarely heard a question like that. He stood up.

voice respectful but firm.

“Sir, I hope you’ll forgive me for speaking plainly. I’ve been with you eight years. I’ve seen everything–how you and Miss

Harper loved, fought, fell apart.”

He paused, searching Alex’s face. No fury. Just emptiness. He continued.

“What you two had was intense. It survived chaos, but not quiet. She’s gone, and she won’t come back–not like this.”

He lowered his gaze. “If you wanted, I could arrange for her return. We could lock her away, keep her close. But she’d

never forgive you for it.”

Alex slowly shook his head. “I want her to come back because she wants to. Willingly.”

The assistant blinked, stunned for a second. Then he nodded slowly and offered the only real option left: “Win her back.

From the beginning. Make her fall in love with you again.”

Something shifted in Alex’s eyes. A flicker of hope. That same day, he checked himself out of the hospital–and bought

the house next door to Emily’s.

Emily had been on edge ever since their last encounter, constantly bracing herself for the moment Alex might show up

unannounced and drag her away like he used to.

But three days passed without a trace of him.

Just as she began to let her guard down, she saw a moving truck outside. The house next door had a new owner

Then Alex appeared–calmer, softer–holding a plate of homemade chocolates.

“My scrappy girl,” he said with a faint smile. “Your favorite.”

She froze. He hadn’t called her that in years.

She’d always preferred “My scrappy girl‘ over all the sweet nothings–sweetheart, darling. That nickname belonged to a

time when their love was still real.

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“I’m cutting sugar,” she said coolly, turning her back. “I don’t eat chocolate anymore.”

His smile fell. His jaw tensed. He dropped the plate to the ground.

But he didn’t stop.

“Morning, my scrappy girl, try this apple juice.”

“I got your favorite flowers. They’re just for you.”

“Emily, good morning.”

Day after day, he lingered outside her villa, leaving food, gifts, flowers. Soon, her courtyard was so cluttered she could barely step outside.

She thought about leaving Pinevale in the middle of the night. Just vanishing. But she knew he’d find her. There were too

many things between them that still needed to be said.

Alex’s constant presence chipped away at her patience. All the things she’d once treasured–now pushed at her again- only made her more annoyed.

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