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10/06/2026
THE BILLIONAIRE'S DYING WIFE
(He took my love, now he'll lose my last days)
Written by Adepoju Adesewa Hephzibah
CHAPTER 61
Choose Who Lives
"No."
The word escaped Ethan's lips immediately.
Instinctive.
Fierce.
Absolute.
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The specialist remained silent.
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Because this wasn't emotion.
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This was medicine.
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And medicine could be cruel.
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Vivian stared at the doctor.
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Her face had gone completely white.
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"What do you mean?"
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The specialist sighed.
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"The complication is becoming more serious."
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Doctor Meyer lowered his head.
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Already knowing what was coming.
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"The twins are placing enormous stress on your body."
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Vivian instinctively placed both hands on her stomach.
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Protective.
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Motherly.
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Terrified.
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The specialist continued.
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"If the condition worsens, we may have to make an emergency decision."
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Tears filled Vivian's eyes.
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"What decision?"
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Nobody wanted to answer.
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Nobody.
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Finally...
Doctor Meyer stepped forward.
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"If your life becomes endangered..."
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His voice cracked slightly.
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"We may have to prioritize saving you."
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Silence.
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Vivian slowly shook her head.
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"No."
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The answer came instantly.
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Everyone froze.
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"No."
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She repeated it.
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Stronger this time.
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Doctor Meyer closed his eyes.
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Because he already knew.
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He already knew exactly what kind of mother Vivian would become.
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"If it comes to that..."
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Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
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"Save my babies."
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Ethan felt his heart shatter.
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"Vivian."
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She looked at him.
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Her eyes red.
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Broken.
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But determined.
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"If something happens..."
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"No."
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The interruption was immediate.
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Violent.
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Emotional.
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"No."
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Ethan grabbed her hand.
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His own shaking.
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"Don't."
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For years Ethan had imagined losing Vivian.
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Watched her suffer.
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Believed she was dying.
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And now...
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Now that he finally had hope...
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The universe was threatening to take her away again.
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He couldn't accept it.
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Wouldn't accept it.
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"I won't let you."
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Vivian smiled sadly.
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"You can't control everything."
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The statement hurt because it was true.
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And Ethan hated that.
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Across town...
A storm was brewing.
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Not outside.
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Inside a small cabin.
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Because Eleanor Brooks had made up her mind.
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Victor returned from another phone call.
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Only to find the bed empty.
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His expression darkened.
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"Eleanor?"
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Silence.
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The bathroom was empty.
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The kitchen was empty.
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The living room was empty.
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Then Victor noticed something.
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The back door.
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Open.
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For the first time all day...
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Victor cursed.
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Because Eleanor had escaped.
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Unfortunately...
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A sixteen-year-old cancer patient escaping into a Swiss snowstorm was not exactly a success story.
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Back at the hospital...
Charlotte sat beside Vivian after the doctors left.
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The room felt too quiet.
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Too heavy.
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Neither woman spoke for several minutes.
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Then Charlotte suddenly smiled.
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"You know..."
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Vivian looked at her.
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"What?"
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Charlotte wiped away tears.
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"Those babies are going to be stubborn."
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Vivian laughed weakly.
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"I know."
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"They get it from Ethan."
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That earned a genuine laugh.
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A precious one.
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The first real laugh in hours.
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Then Charlotte's phone rang.
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Unknown number.
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Immediately her smile disappeared.
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Because lately...
Unknown numbers meant trouble.
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She answered cautiously.
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"Hello?"
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Heavy breathing answered.
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Then a weak voice.
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Barely audible.
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"Charlotte..."
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Charlotte froze.
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"Eleanor?"
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Vivian immediately sat upright.
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The voice continued.
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Weak.
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Shivering.
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"C-cold..."
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Charlotte's blood ran cold.
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"Eleanor, where are you?"
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The teenager coughed.
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Hard.
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Painfully.
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Then whispered three words.
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"I escaped him."
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The room exploded into chaos.
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Vivian grabbed the phone.
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"Eleanor!"
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But the teenager was struggling.
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Very badly.
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"Vivian?"
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"I'm here."
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A small smile entered Eleanor's voice.
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"Good."
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The word was followed by another violent coughing fit.
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Then silence.
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"Eleanor?"
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Nothing.
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"Eleanor!"
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The call disconnected.
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Vivian immediately burst into tears.
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Meanwhile...
Miles away...
Eleanor collapsed into the snow.
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Her body too weak.
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Too exhausted.
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Too sick.
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The freezing wind howled around her.
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Her vision blurred.
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Darkened.
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Faded.
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But before unconsciousness claimed her...
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She smiled.
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Because she had done one thing right.
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She escaped.
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And somewhere behind her...
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Victor Reynolds was coming.
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Fast.
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Very fast.
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But he wasn't the only one.
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A black SUV raced through the snow-covered roads.
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Inside sat Ethan Cole.
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And for the second time in his life...
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He was racing against death to save someone he loved.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
THE BILLIONAIRE'S DYING WIFE
(He took my love, now he'll lose my last days)
Written by Adepoju Adesewa Hephzibah
CHAPTER 62
The Race Through the Snow
The black SUV sped through the snow-covered roads.
Its tires struggled against the icy surface.
Visibility was poor.
The storm had become worse.
Much worse.
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But Ethan didn't care.
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Nothing mattered except finding Eleanor.
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"Track the phone!"
He barked.
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The security specialist beside him nodded.
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"We're trying."
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"Try harder."
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Nobody argued.
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Because everyone in the vehicle could see it.
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Ethan was terrified.
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Not for business.
Not for himself.
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For Eleanor.
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The little girl who had somehow become family.
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Back at the hospital...
Vivian paced the room.
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Ignoring Doctor Meyer's orders.
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Ignoring Charlotte's pleas.
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Ignoring the pain shooting through her abdomen.
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"I have to find her."
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Charlotte grabbed her shoulders.
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"Vivian, stop."
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"She's alone."
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Tears streamed down Vivian's face.
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"She's sick."
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Another tear fell.
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"She's scared."
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Charlotte pulled her into a hug.
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"We'll find her."
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But for the first time...
Charlotte wasn't sure if she believed her own words.
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Meanwhile...
Eleanor stumbled through the forest.
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The freezing wind cut through her thin clothes.
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Every breath hurt.
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Every step hurt.
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Everything hurt.
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But she kept moving.
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One step.
Then another.
Then another.
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Because she had promised Vivian.
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Promised to stay alive.
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Promised to meet the twins.
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Promised to tell them stories someday.
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And Eleanor Brooks never broke promises.
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Unfortunately...
Her body had reached its limit.
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She collapsed.
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Hard.
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Snow immediately covered her coat.
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Her vision blurred.
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Darkness crept into the corners of her eyes.
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"No..."
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The whisper escaped her lips.
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Not yet.
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Please.
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Not yet.
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Far behind her...
Victor finally spotted footprints.
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Fresh footprints.
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Leading into the woods.
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His expression darkened.
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"Eleanor."
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For the first time since the kidnapping...
Real concern entered his eyes.
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Because despite everything...
He never intended for her to die.
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Not really.
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But now...
The situation was spiraling out of control.
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Suddenly—
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His phone rang.
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Sophia.
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"What?"
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Her voice exploded through the speaker.
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"Have you lost your mind?"
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Victor frowned.
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"Not now."
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"You kidnapped a terminally ill teenager!"
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Victor sighed.
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"She's alive."
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"FOR NOW!"
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The silence that followed was uncomfortable.
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Because Sophia was right.
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And Victor knew it.
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Back in the SUV...
The tracking specialist suddenly sat upright.
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"I got something!"
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Ethan immediately turned.
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"What?"
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"The phone."
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Hope exploded inside the vehicle.
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"A signal?"
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The specialist nodded.
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"We have a location."
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Ethan's heart pounded.
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"Where?"
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The man pointed at the map.
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A remote forest area.
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Nearly twenty minutes away.
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"Drive."
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The command came instantly.
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The driver slammed his foot on the accelerator.
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The SUV surged forward.
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At the same time...
Another vehicle sped toward the same destination.
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Adrian Kingston's.
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Because Adrian had refused to stay behind.
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No matter what happened between him and Ethan...
He cared about Eleanor too.
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And tonight...
Only one thing mattered.
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Saving her.
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Back at the hospital...
Doctor Meyer reviewed Vivian's latest scans.
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His face slowly lost color.
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"No."
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A nearby nurse frowned.
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"Doctor?"
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He stared at the screen.
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Then immediately grabbed his phone.
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"Call Ethan."
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The nurse blinked.
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"Why?"
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Doctor Meyer looked horrified.
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Because the scan revealed something terrible.
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Something that could not wait.
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"The baby in distress..."
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His voice shook.
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"It's getting worse."
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The nurse froze.
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"How bad?"
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Doctor Meyer closed his eyes.
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Then whispered:
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"If we don't stabilize Vivian soon..."
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His voice broke.
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"We could lose both children."
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Miles away...
Ethan's phone rang.
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Doctor Meyer.
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He answered immediately.
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"What is it?"
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The doctor's voice sounded strained.
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"Ethan."
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His stomach dropped.
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"What happened?"
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Silence.
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Then:
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"You need to prepare yourself."
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The world seemed to stop.
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Because Ethan recognized that tone.
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The tone doctors use when they're about to destroy someone's hope.
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And suddenly...
He wasn't sure which terrified him more.
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Losing Eleanor.
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Or losing Vivian and the twins.
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Meanwhile...
Deep in the forest...
A barely conscious Eleanor opened her eyes.
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Through the falling snow...
She saw headlights.
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Approaching.
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Fast.
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A small smile appeared on her lips.
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"Ethan..."
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Then everything went black.
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T.B.C
I'm feeling the stress Ethan is going through, Will ELEANOR be saved?? What's going to happen to VIVIAN and her TWINS???
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