Unmatched Wife: Not His To Claim Anymore novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Chapter 81

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The scan completed, showing me exactly where the fragments were lodged. Three in his left hand, two in his right, one large piece near his heart that made my stomach clench with worry.

“Sarah, I need to extract these,” I said. “Standard curse removal protocol, but that piece near his heart is going to be delicate. I’ll need monitoring equipment in case it affects his cardiac rhythm.”

“You’ve done this before?” Sarah asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.

“Dozens of times. My mother specialized in curse extraction.” I turned back to Caleb. “This is going to feel weird, but it shouldn’t hurt. I’m going to use counter–resonance to destabilize the fragments so your body can naturally expel them. You might feel warmth or tingling, maybe some pressure. If you feel actual pain, tell me immediately.”

He nodded, his eyes wide but trusting.

I took a breath, centered myself, and began the extraction.

The technique was one my mother had perfected over years–using my own magical signature to create a counter–frequency that made curse fragments lose cohesion. It required intense concentration and precise control, any mistake could drive the fragments deeper instead of drawing them out.

But my mother had drilled this into me until I could do it in my sleep.

I started with the fragments in his hands, the easiest targets. The magical resonance hummed between my palms and his skin, and I felt the fragments begin to destabilize. Slowly, carefully, I coaxed them toward the surface.

Caleb gasped. “That’s so weird—”

“I know. Stay still.” The first fragment emerged through his skin like a splinter being drawn out, materializing as a shard of purple–black energy that dissolved in the air.

Two more followed from his left hand, then the pair from his right.

Which left the dangerous one near his heart.

“Sarah, can you monitor his cardiac rhythm?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my work. “This one’s going to be tricky.”

“Already on it.” Sarah had moved to the monitoring station, her focus absolute.

I repositioned my hands over Caleb’s chest, feeling for the fragment that was wedged dangerously close to his heart. One wrong move and it could cause an arrhythmia, could stop his heart entirely.

But leaving it there would kill him slowly as his body tried and failed to reject the foreign magic.

I adjusted my magical frequency, making it gentler, more precise. The fragment was larger than the others, more deeply embedded. This would take time.

“You’re doing great, Caleb,” I murmured, watching his vitals on the monitor. “Just keep breathing normally. Don’t try to help, just let your body relax.”

Sweat beaded on my forehead as I worked, coaxing the fragment millimeter by millimeter away from his heart. The magical resistance was intense–this piece had been there longer, had started to integrate with his own magical signature.

But I was patient. Careful. Using techniques my mother had taught the in the quiet hours of night when she’d share her knowledge like precious secrets.

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Finally–finally–the fragment loosened. I felt it shift, begin to rise, and I guided it through the layers of muscle and tissue with aching slowness.

Caleb’s heart rate spiked briefly as the fragment passed close to the organ, and Sarah called out numbers I barely processed. But then it was through, emerging from his skin in a shower of dissolving magic.

I stepped back, my hands shaking with exhaustion and relief.

“Clear,” I said. “All fragments removed. His magical signature should stabilize within the hour.”

Sarah was staring at me like I’d performed a miracle instead of standard curse extraction. “That was incredible. I’ve never seen anyone work with that level of precision.”

“My mother was a good teacher.” I pulled off my gloves, suddenly aware of the crowd that had gathered outside the trauma bay -nurses, residents, even a few attending physicians watching through the glass.

Caleb was already looking better, color returning to his face, the magical shimmer around his hands settling into normal

patterns.

“How do you feel?” I asked him.

“Like I can breathe again,” he said, his voice full of wonder. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“You’ll need to rest for a few days, let your magical core fully stabilize. No transformation attempts for at least two weeks—I’m serious about that, Caleb. Your system needs time to heal properly.” I pulled up a chair, making sure he understood. “And next time you want to learn transformation magic, find an actual teacher instead of relying on internet spells.”

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