The Wife He Forgot to Marry novel Chapter 101

Her expression was so calm it worried Stefan. "Ms. Jowett, grief isn't good for your recovery. You're still young, and you have your whole life ahead of you."

But his words didn't seem to reach her; her gaze was distant, lost in a fog.

Sighing, Stefan rose. "You probably want to be alone for a while. I'll be in the hallway. Just call if you need anything."

Earlier that day, around noon, he'd just stepped out of the elevator when he heard a woman's cries for help coming from the fire escape. When he went to investigate, he found Winona, a shocking amount of blood pooling beneath her.

Stefan had canceled his afternoon business flight to bring her to the hospital. He knew how fragile she was in this moment, but there was little he could do. This was a pain she had to bear on her own.

Winona eventually drifted off to sleep. When she woke up, she was surprised to find Stefan still there. Swallowing her pain, she whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Goddard. I'll pay you back for the medical bills."

Relieved that she was finally speaking, Stefan replied, "Your friend will be here soon to stay with you. And don't worry about the bills for now."

He added, "Just focus on resting. Don't worry about work, either. I spoke with Nolan, and your spot on the team is secure. The Goddard Group won't be pursuing the lab fire incident any further. Once you've recovered, you can return to the lab."

Winona didn't know what to say other than, "Thank you."

Stefan left after Rhea arrived. Seeing Winona's deathly pale face, Rhea's eyes reddened with fury. "It was Yulen again, wasn't it? That son of a bitch, I'm going to kill him!"

Seeing her best friend, the composure Winona had been desperately holding onto shattered, and silent tears began to stream down her face.

Rhea immediately wrapped her in a hug. "Shh, it's okay, don't cry. I'm here now. Does it hurt a lot?"

Back at the office, her colleagues were much friendlier, likely because Nolan had said something to them, so they no longer isolated her. Winona paid them no mind, immersing herself in work the moment she sat down.

When she got home that evening, she opened her closet and saw the tiny clothes and socks she had picked out for the baby. An overwhelming wave of grief washed over her. She would probably never be a mother now; there was no point in keeping these things.

She packed all the tiny clothes and socks into a bag, carried it downstairs, and tossed it into the dumpster.

As she turned away, she saw him. Yulen was standing under a streetlight now.

Her gaze locked onto him, raw hatred flaring in her eyes. If it weren't for him, her baby would still be alive.

Yulen walked toward her, his expression clouded with displeasure. "I followed you after work. So this is where you moved. Why? What did I do wrong that made you want to leave me?"