The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1123:noveldrama

Alicia fell silent. Though they were no longer close, their past partnership lingered like a shadow. She could sense the undercurrent of distress in Corey’s voice.

Later, after finalizing the arrangements, Corey received word from the doctor—Gemma had stabilized and regained consciousness. He rushed back to her side.

Though pallor still clung to her features, Gemma looked stronger overall. Her eyes fluttered open, and she whispered, “Corey, what happened to me? It feels like I’ve been asleep for an eternity.” Masking his worry behind a gentle smile, Corey crouched beside her bed, keeping the truth of her illness locked away. “The doctor says you’re too thin and malnourished. I’ll put work aside and stay home with you for a few days. Eat well, okay, Gemma?” Gemma nodded.

As noon approached, Corey headed to the kitchen to prepare her meal himself.

Gemma’s eyes followed his retreating figure, a mix of emotions swirling in her gaze.

Gemma agreed to stay with Alicia, finding solace in the arrangement.

While packing Gemma’s belongings, Corey’s eyes fell on the meticulously folded clothes in the wardrobe, and Pierre’s past dedication washed over him like a tidal wave. His heart constricted with an overwhelming regret, carving deep furrows of pain through his soul. The memory of Pierre’s death and the innocent lives lost in Terriland weighed on him like lead—mistakes so grave that even a hundred deaths couldn’t begin to absolve them.

With trembling hands, Gemma retrieved a box containing Pierre’s few remaining possessions. Among them lay a necklace, forever destined to remain ungiven.

As Gemma placed it in Corey’s hands, its weight felt crushing—heavier than any physical burden he’d ever carried.

“Do you still blame me?” Corey’s words hung in the air.

Gemma’s silence stretched between them.

Time slipped through their fingers until the moment of departure arrived. Corey’s heart ached as he fed Gemma the gentle lie about a business trip and a swift return.

Gemma’s fragility prevented her from walking Corey out as she once would have, her strength barely sufficient for a few steps.

At every turn, Corey looked back, drinking in the sight of Gemma until she faded from view. Only then did he sink into the car’s leather seat. The necklace, meant for Pierre, rested against his chest.

Dreams had become Gemma’s sanctuary lately. In those ethereal moments, health flowed through her veins, and sweetness danced on her tongue. Pierre visited her there, whispering promises to take her far away from all this pain.

Some nights, when the endless medications and sleepless hours of agony became too much, Gemma longed for a final rest. But morning would creep in, bringing thoughts of Corey that anchored her to life. She’d brush away her tears, determination kindling anew in her heart. Alicia remained a constant presence, gently wiping away the cold sweat that painted Gemma’s skin, helping her change into fresh, sterile clothes.

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