Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

BIANCA

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Once. Twice. Three times in rapid succession, as if someone was blowing up my phone. I tried to ignore it, but the notifications kept coming, a sign that something was happening.

I pulled out my phone, intending to silence it.

Mia’s name filled my screen. Another post.

This time it was her and Matthew at what I immediately recognized as the Riverside Fertility Clinic, it was the same one whose email I’d seen on Matthew’s computer.

They were holding hands across a consultation desk.

The caption made my vision blur for a moment: “Taking the first step toward my dream. With the support of the most amazing man. Sometimes miracles come in unexpected forms.

I looked up from my phone, my hands shaking so badly I almost dropped it.

The man in Louis’s room was gone.

I pressed closer to the window, searching the room, but there was only Louis now, looking so small and gray, his eyes closed, lying still on that hospital bed, monitors beeping frantically, his chest barely rising with each labored breath he took.

Where had his father gone? Had he left through another door? Was he getting those specialists he’d mentioned?

The monitors‘ rhythm changed. The steady beeping became erratic, then frantic, then a long continuous tone that made every medical professional in the corridor freeze.

Flatline.

“Code blue! Room 407! Code blue!”

The security guard abandoned his post as medical staff flooded past me into Louis’s room. I tried to follow, but someone grabbed my arm, nurse cindy.

“Let them work,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “You can’t help if you’re in the way.”

I watched through the window as they worked on Louis..

“Clear!”

Louis’s small body jerked with the shock.

Nothing.

“Again! Clear!”

Another shock. Another flat line.

My mum’s journal, the only thing that can be used to save him, which was in my bag right now, kept like it was getting heavier

to hold onto.

I knew what was killing him. I knew how to break the curse. But I was standing outside the room, helpless, watching a child die because I’d been shut out.

“How long?” someone called.

“Three minutes.”

“Again! Clear!”

I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned away from the window, pressed my back against the wall, and felt something inside me shatter completely.

Instead, I pushed off the wall and walked straight toward Louis’s room. The security guard was still gone, distracted by the code blue. The door was open, medical staff focused entirely on the small body on the bed.

“I’m taking over. Now go.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to him, despite him being unable to hear me.

“This is going to feel strange. But I need you to hold on just a little longer.”

I closed my eyes and reached for the ability I’d buried so deeply it felt like clawing through concrete to access it

Golden light seemed to glow behind my closed eyelids, then spread out making its way out into the room.

The curse was right there, wrapped around Louis’s life force like a parasitic vine. I could see its structure now, black vines or thorns wrapped around his heart.

Every curse casted carried the signature of the caster, which was like DNA, unique to an individual. No two or more spell casters had the same signature and I have been working behind the scene, trying to know the signatures of each curse and I had stumbled upon something like this before.

I recognized this one.

The realization broke my concentration like a physical blow as my eyes opened and I gasped out loud but that moment was enough to disrupt the process as the backlash hit me before I could finish the thought.

I felt like someone had taken a pestle to my head as the pain I was feeling was much and I started nose bleeding.

But Louis gasped.

One breath. Then another. The flatline tone cut off, and it was replaced by the sound of his heartbeat once more.

I’d bought him time. Maybe weeks instead of hours. But the curse wasn’t fully broken, just weakened, and my strength was gone.

I tried to stay upright, to keep my hands steady on Louis, to finish what I’d started doing, to try and burn off the curse at once But the room tilted sideways, and my legs gave out.

Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor.

“Easy.” The voice was deep, familiar, close to my ear. “I’ve got you.”