The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 143

CASSIE 33: Lost Time

[Cassie]

My heart nearly dropped when I saw Ronan waiting for us in Mexico. He had arranged everything, even a private jet for Isabella and me.

I turned to my best friend, questions in my eyes.

“I had to call him. I couldn’t think of anyone else to help us right now” Her voice wapologetic but firm.

I nodded, understanding washing over me despite my exhaustion. Every part of me was screaming for rest. Isabella was doing this for me, setting aside whatever messy history between me and Ronan. And even after everything that had happened… a small part of me felt lighter just seeing Ronan again.

His eyes met mine–intense, unreadable. I wondered if he saw me as nothing more than a shadow of who I once was- swollen with a child, pale with exhaustion, no longer beautiful in his eyes.

Two nurses and a doctor guided me onto the plane. I tried to stay calm as they checked my vitals and gently helped me le down on the sofa bed inside Ronan’s jet.

“She’s stable, Sir,” one of the attendants told him. “Her blood pressure is normal.”

“Are you certain she’s alright?” The control in Ronan’s voice was slipping, revealing the worry underneath as he turned to Isabella.

Isabella looked at me. “Cassie? How are you feeling, really?”

I felt terrible–dizzy, nauseous, and emotionally drained–but I couldn’t bear adding to Isabella’s quit

“I’m fine. I just need to rest,” I said. Then I added, “Please have them check Isabella, too. She’s pregnant.”

Because of that, Ronan immediately instructed the medical staff to examine my friend. Isabella’s pregnancy wasn’t showing yet, but she’d pushed herself hard, driving me all the way to Mexico, putting my emergency ahead of her own health.

I closed my eyes. I could sense Ronan had a thousand things he wanted to say. But he held his silence, giving me the space to recover first.

As I drifted off, I felt safe for the first time in weeks, comforted by the quiet hum of the jet and Ronan’s obvious gaze

We finally arrived in the Bahamas after a long string of transfers.

Isabella helped me settle into my secret island home–a place I’d bought years ago without my family knowing. I’d always planned to live here once I got married, to build a life and raise a family in this secluded paradise.

But now, that dream feels almost unreachable, fading away, like watercolors being washed out by the tide.

Three days later, while I was still recovering and staring blankly at the sea, Ronan finally approached me. I had sensed his hesitation over the past days, the way he kept his distance while simultaneously watching over me.

“Cassie..” His voice barely carried my name, a whisper lost in the soft sea breeze.

I turned to him, and our eyes met for the first time in what felt like forever. He walked toward me, his steps slow and careful, then sat on the tanning bed next to mine, staring at the horizon where the sky met the ocean.

A long silence stretched between us until he finally found the courage to speak.

“Are you that angry?” he asked quietly.

I looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“About the baby…” His voice cracked, and I saw him trying to keep it together. But his eyes? They gave him away–so much pain in them as they met mine. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why’d you lie about marrying Asher?”

“I’m really sorry…” I bit my lower lip.

The way Ronan looked at me made my heart tighten. There was no disgust, no judgment in his eyes. Despite everything- my body wasting away from the blood transfusions and the forced meals to keep me and my baby going–he still looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in his world.

I continued, “My initial instinct was for you to find someone else, because I knew I wasn’t meant for you.” I paused, my throat tightening. “Did you find someone?”

“You know that would be impossible…” he repli

Successfully unlocked!

The tears I’d been fighting to hold back spilled over, trickling down my hollow cheeks. His words cut deeper than I thought possible, confirming what I’d feared most.

I claimed his heart, even now.

CASSIE 33 st firme

And I hated myself for doubting him if this were Asher, he would have already moved on, not even five days after our separation

Why could every man I’ve known in this world move on so easily

Every man except Ronan?

“I let you go because I knew we would both live with quit otherwise I met your sister. I know it’s not my fault what happened to her, but after leaming about my illness, my mental health started to deteriorate. I had to remove anything that could destroy me internally.”

Even my parents didn’t meet them during my first trimester

I continued, “When I found out about the baby, I stopped therapy immediately, and I chose to save him instead