Chapter 5 - The SurgeryThe hospital corridor was a gauntlet of reporters, cameras, and flashing lights. Blake hired a private security team to cordon off the entire floor.
Isla sat in a chair, her feet dangling, holding the teddy bear Blake had bought her. “Is Mommy going to be okay?” she asked, her voice small.
Blake sat beside her, taking her hand. It was the same hand, the same size, the same warmth. “She’s the strongest person I know, Isla. She’s going to be just fine.”
The surgery was twelve hours long.
Twelve hours of Blake pacing, of remembering. He remembered their wedding day, the way she smelled of vanilla, the way she used to laugh at his terrible cooking. He had been so blind. He had treated their marriage like a business merger, and in the end, he had lost the only asset that had value.
When the lead surgeon finally walked out, mask down, looking exhausted, Blake was on his feet in an instant.
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“She made it,” the doctor said. “It was touch and go, but her heart is holding.”
Blake collapsed into a chair, the weight of seven years of regret finally lifting.
